Hey folks. I would post this in the Other Psychoactives forum as after a bit of reading I noticed there was some dislike regarding discussion of 2C and other chemicals, but as a new member I'm unable to start new topics there, so I hope posting here doesn't annoy anyone. Last night I had an experience I would normally associate with the reports I've heard from users of DMT, after orally injesting three quarters of a pill of 2C-B. I can't be certain of the dosage, but I know that a foaf double-dropped two of the same batch of pills and only achieved mild affects. It was the first time in eight years I had taken any psychedelic substance.
Around two a.m. I injested this small amount, intending on socialising while maintaining a gentle high. For a couple of hours I was experiencing mild effects, but mostly felt quite tired and a little tense. My thoughts were a bit scattered, like I was trying to figure something out, but wasn't sure what, and around four a.m. I went into the kitchen to sit on the couch there in the cooler dark.
I was sitting for about fifteen minutes in silence, and suddenly I wasn't in the kitchen, I was an infinitesimal speck of dust beside a giant ball of churning fire like the sun, red and ineffable, and it was everywhere, violent and churning and crackling, twisting into itself like it was turning from all angles around a centre vortex, throwing off flares that arced across the surface. I was scared of nothing because this globe of boiling plasma was in everything, and whenever my mind started chattering an arm of flame would smash through me and burn away all that mental noise, and I knew that noise and fear was only my ego, and my ego was this little foetal infant thing trying to stay alive and get attention by making that idiotic noise, like a baby, unable to feed itself and throwing a tantrum, ultimately unconscious and reactive. It seemed pathetic and helpless and there was nothing it could do to cling to me.
Nearly a decade back I resolved not to again take any psychedelic substances, because my previous experiences have been a struggle and I've battled through them rather than surrendered... I think back then I wasn't able to separate that ego brain from myself. At that point last night I couldn't grasp my thoughts, but there was no fear of no-thought like there was in previous experiences: I wasn't clinging to any contrived notion of self, and I saw those thoughts scattered like scraps of paper around this sun, and they were burned away by flames. Then I passed through into the fire and became one with it. In the centre of the sun there was a space. It was a void like the eye in a storm where I experienced nothing, just deep peace, and then without warning I was shot out of the sun into inexplicable movement and a blur of images that are a tangle I don't think I can explain with words available to me.
I don't really remember getting into bed, but it must have been near to half four or coming onto five... there was a great deal of time distortion; I remember at one point hearing the town bell ring five, but five minutes later it rang six. It's difficult for me to describe where I was and what I was experiencing. At one point I observed multidimensional beings, like gods on gods on gods with faces and eyes and limbs that entangled in crystalline replication amongst mandala, but that doesn't begin to explain it because it was beyond a 4D representable reality. Crystal fractals exploded from everything, forests of vibrating, singing crystal trees, multifaceted, and I was observing the vibrational structure and intonation of the universe, overlapping soundwaves in sequences of superstructured geometric patterns.
Occasionally the mental chatter would surge up and dissolve into nasty senseless shit, but I was peripherally aware that it was only energy blockages releasing, and there wasn't any fear, just brief tension and more ego-mind confusion that I could simply observe without reaction until the blockage was removed. Sheets of information blocks--not sure how else to describe them--they seemed to fill my whole skull in all directions, layers of heiroglyphics and sigils and cuneiform that at the time made perfect sense, and I know I associated them with DNA sequences.
I am humbled and overwhelmed and incredibly grateful for this experience. I still feel the presence of that great sun, and given me massive insight into how the ego projects itself into the mind and distracts attention away from that superheated central god-soul. I feel as though I don't want to question it on any level, because it was clearly profoundly spiritual and I can't lessen that, I have simply never heard of anything this intense on something like 2C-B.