Wow that questionnaire was a doozy hey, definitely got a few wrong but otherwise I feel pretty good about it!
I'll introduce myself, I'm a biohacking genderbending transexual in my late twenties and I've always seen the patterns in everything thanks to my autism and ADHD. Unfortunately such consciousness isn't appreciated when you're a child pointing out the systemic failures of the world so there was a lot of trauma to unpack and psychedelics were my bellhop and cleaner all in one (wish I could give them a tip!).
I spent a lot of my early twenties as a highly cynical and deeply angry person, and the transformation into how I would now identify as an "optimistic realist" happened at an exponential pace in lockstep with my discovery and subsequent special-interest fascination (read: obsession) with psychedelics.
I was introduced to weed at sixteen when my and my girlfriend at the time stole a nugget from her parents, but it wasn't until I was twenty that I found a regular source. When I was twenty-one I started smoking chronically, and I barely remember the following three years.
I found LSA first, at twenty-four, which provided me with such extreme clarity over how I was making myself suffer by wallowing in my suffering.
A friend introduced me to MDMA and for the first time I was able to just monologue my childhood and cry it out while surrounded by the love and warmth of my partners, and just like that so much of my pain evaporated. Along with traditional therapy, I went from having treatment-resistant cPTSD to not qualifying for a diagnosis at all.
LSD then showed me how aggressive I was (a defence mechanism from childhood abuse) and helped me take the first steps in ending that (ongoing but nearly there).
Shrooms began to help me see myself as beautiful but it was like my friends could just sense I was tripping and would send me upsetting reminders of the past by asking innocent questions about if I was in contact with my ex or some such, so I now take shrooms with my phone locked inside a timed safe.
DMT was up next and wow that first experience lying in the lap of a giant blue woman who was stroking my hair and giving me so much maternal love, the likes of which I never got from the person that should have given it to me.
Last but certainly not least: 5-MeO-DMT, or I really should say bufotenine. Turns out I have a mutation that means I metabolise the MeO into HO at such a staggering rate that I never get to see the white void. At first I was a bit saddened by this, as I really wanted to reach nirvana without doing all that sitting under a tree stuff.
Don't get me wrong, bufotenine is an amazing psychedelic, and I really love the digital neon visuals and the way my body feels like it's covered in the most euphoric static electricity, but yeah, gonna get access to fluconazole (a drug metabolism inhibitor with few serious effects that I plan to to try at very small doses and increase until I get the desired effect) and hope I get to experience the white void some day.
I've gotten a bit off topic, the reason why it's far from least is that exactly a week ago I had this trip and it was a challenging one (I was using a pipe and even with my lab scales it's a bit of a crapshoot, I'm switching to Jaguar vapes for all future trips). I overshot my mark and found myself in the neon crystal palace, and I was inundated with that ego death feeling of "no wait where am I? I meant to turn left back there didn't I?"
When I came back down I threw up and afterwards I was staring into the mirror and I looked beautiful. It started as the same level that shrooms had made me feel beautiful, but it kept intensifying. It wasn't that I was hallucinating my features looking any different, in fact I looked quite villainous with my massively dilated pupils and wide grin, I simply was beautiful in a way I'd never really found myself (not since my second shrooms trip). I told myself out loud that I was beautiful, and I kept staring, and I kept saying it, and I started hopping from foot to foot in a happy stim I've never done (but it felt so natural). I had to get closer so I put my hands on the mirror and starting telling myself I loved me and I kept kissing the mirror (bit embarrassing in hindsight) until my joy and excitement wound down over the course of five minutes (and my legs got tired from all the hopping).
This past week I've had so much energy, it's like my ballast tanks have been drained. I used to struggle to keep my apartment clean but since last Monday I've rearranged the lounge room, vacuumed, done several loads of washing, taken out the massive pile of boxes that needed recycling from my depression Amazon orders, and actually cooked myself and my wife food for once rather than ordering takeout.
I've got a few novel substances like 4-HO-MET, 5-MeO-MiPT and methallylescaline tucked up my sleeve for a rainy day but I'm trying to pace myself especially after that last trip, don't wanna jinx it. I'm aiming to eventually have a personal collection that contains small amounts of practically every substituted tryptamine (I like collecting things, not unlike a magpie).
Thanks for reading my story! I'm keen to be a member of such a likeminded community.
P.S. If you're wondering about my username, CNT-FAI was a union of anarchist Spanish militants during the Spanish Civil War.
- 5-CNT-FAI
We are but the waves of one sea.