Substance: 2C-T-7
Experience: first time
Setting: My home
July 22nd, 2003
A long time ago, way back when I first began my journey of the mind, I heard of
a substance called 2C-T-7. My first psychedelic had been mushrooms, and
following the use of them, I decided to research these drugs further. With the
aid of the internet I discovered the research chemicals. Some of them seem
intriguing, but none stood out to me as much as 2C-T-7. I began reading the
reports of it, fascinated by the effects this particular drug seemed to induce.
I knew it was something I wanted to sample.
And then one day it wasn’t available anymore.
I was saddened by this. Although I knew it wasn’t a Schedule 1 drug YET, I knew
it would be within the next year. I figured I had missed my chance at something
I wanted to try so dearly.
Then much time later, after sampling many other chemicals, I happened to have
the good fortune of obtaining a very small amount of 2C-T-7. Naturally I was
very excited. I knew that this would most likely be a once in a life time chance
to try this drug, so I decided to wait till I felt it would be appropriate. I
wanted a time when I could fully explore the effects, and not have to restrict
my actions.
Finally, the day came. I was left alone in my house for a week. I took a day off
work, to make sure I would not have any obligations of any kind. I was very
excited, however my excitement also made me worry. I wondered how disappointed I
would be if 2C-T-7 was not all I had hoped it would be. For this reason, I
disregarded my normal dosage technique of starting low (which I still recommend
doing) and decided to go straight for a dose of 32mg. I knew it was possible
this would be too strong of a dose, and possibly cause a very intense
experience, but I felt I was prepared either way.
The night before, my girlfriend “R” had slept over. She had to leave for work at
8 AM. She would be rejoining me after 5 PM. I do not sleep all that well next to
someone, so I was a bit tired. After she left I decided to make preparations. I
drove to the local grocery store where I bought an assortment of fruit that I
like, as well as a bottle of pineapple/orange juice. When I got back home it was
nearly 9 AM. I went to my room and pulled out my vial containing 2C-T-7, and I
carefully weighed out 32mg. I rechecked the measurement twice to be sure.
I poured the slightly yellowish powder out onto a piece of paper. I pushed my
finger into it and dabbed it on my tongue. It tasted bad, as do all chemicals,
but it had a slight lemon taste to it. Perhaps this was just my mind associating
yellow with lemon. I suppose Ill never know.
I poured the powder into a shot glass full of water and tossed it down my
throat. I drank some soda to chase away the nasty chemical taste. I then looked
at the clock. It was exactly 9:15 AM. I knew this would be a day to remember.
I went upstairs and took a shower. I spent more time than usual, as I wanted to
fully cleanse myself. After 20 minutes, I got out and came back downstairs. I
was beginning to feel a bit of nausea. It was nothing too severe, but I imagined
it would only get worse. I had already decided that if I needed to throw up I
would not fight it. I knew the onset would take some time, so I headed out into
the warm sunny outdoors with a book to sit in my garden and read.
I have owned PIHKAL for some time now, but never actually read it. I had always
just used it for research, to look up details about chemicals. Having actually
spent the time to read the first part I found myself enjoying it. What better
book to read while coming up on 2C-T-7 than something written by the man who
invented it? I was reading the chapter called “A World of Light”, in which Shura
says to Alice that he feels children experience the world as if it were a
psychedelic experience, and they lose the magic as the age. I was caught by this
theory, as it seemed particularly interesting to me. I remember as child how I
used to see the beauty of everything. I used to run in fields and enjoy rolling
in the grass. I used to be fascinated by bugs and how they moved. And now, all
that seems to have faded. His theory seems to hold some truth.
I also at this point realize I have thinking about this for 20 minutes and lost
track of time. I figure that things are beginning. I check the time, and it is
10:25. It has been over an over hour, and I am definitely at a +1, maybe even a
weak +2. From the garden I can see my whole backyard, which spans about 50 feet
before my house. The grass seems to look crystallized, and somewhat translucent.
I can seem to analyze a single blade of grass without losing focus on the whole
yard. At this point I pay attention to my stomach, which is now rather upset. I
figure it’s probably time to go get sick, so I close my book and walk back
inside.
The journey across my backyard seemed quite long. I can feel the effects
stronger now. I wonder just how they have been present in my body, and I
overlooked due to my reading. No matter. The only thing that mattered now was
clearing my stomach. I open the door to my house and walk in. I head right to
the bathroom and lift the toilet seat cover. I lean over to purge, but nothing
comes out. Dry heaving is one of the worst feelings in the world, so I try to
calm my body a bit for the moment. I look in the mirror as I stand up and see
that my pupils have largely dilated. They are much larger then I remember them
being on any other psychedelic. I ignore the mirror for now and walk into the
kitchen. At this point things are all starting to come to life. The floor is
beginning to take on a patterning effect. It is nothing powerful, but it is
noticeably there. Things seem to be breathing and swirling. I cannot get
distracted though, as I am on a mission to empty my stomach. I go to my cabinet
and get a glass, and return to the bathroom.
I turn on the sink and fill my glass with water once, twice, and many more
times. I keep drinking as fast as I can. At some point during the drinking my
stomach clenched, and I stuck my head over the toilet just in time for it to
collect a good amount of vomit. After pulling my head up, and wiping my face, I
return to the kitchen, feeling much better. I drink a small sip of mine
pineapple/orange juice to drown out the foul taste. My stomach groans, as I
don’t think it was ready for citrus juice just yet. This nausea passes quickly
though.
Its 11 AM and I am feeling good. I head back outside to listen to some music and
enjoy the outdoors. I go back to the chair I had been reading in and relax. I
push play on my headphones, and “Dark Side of the Moon” comes on. As I hear the
opening heartbeat of the CD, I decide to smoke a clove cigarette. I take out my
Zippo and flip it open to light my cigarette, but actually stop for a moment, to
repeat the snapping open process. It was very pleasing to keep snapping the
Zippo open and closed. I noticed I had lost track of time though when the music
began and I still hadn’t struck a flame. Taking the first drag off the cigarette
was very nice. It felt good entering my lungs, and even better blowing it out. I
look over at my cigarette and watch the smoke curling. It coils up into the air
from the glowing tip, which seems to be pulsing along with the music. I am
definitely enjoying myself now.
11:30 marked the start of my “body load.” I feel very stimulated, like I need to
be doing something. While it’s not a “load” feeling, it is a strong, somewhat
annoying body effect. It is not strong enough to where it will interfere with my
trip, but it is present. I just close my eyes and let the music take over. The
song “Us and Them” helps paints beautiful pictures behind my eyes. The images
spiral and flash brilliant colors. I have never seen such bright colors on any
psychedelic. The next song “Any Colour You Like” is just as good. The music
seems to take me deeper into the trip, as the colors seem to pull me in, and
embrace me. I fear opening my eyes, as I never want to lose this moment. I
finally opened my eyes during “Eclipse”, as the CD was ending. The song was so
beautiful, bringing such a great resolution to an amazing album.
It’s almost noon now, and I am beginning to feel hungry. It may be my stomach
still feeling queasy, but I hadn’t eaten in over 12 hours. I decide I need food
whether my stomach wants it or not. I go over to my fruit selection and choose a
plum and a star fruit. I take them, my CD player with a new selection in it, and
head back out to my chair. While I keep getting the urge to do something, I am
more than content to just sit and enjoy the day. The sun is shining, the birds
are chirping, it’s a great day to be alive! I start my CD, “They Missed the
Perfume” by the Disco Biscuits, and take a bite of star fruit. I can feel the
juices running down my chin and onto my shirt. It matters not though, as the
fruit is so delicious. I finish the fruit quickly, and move right on to the
plum. As I sink my teeth into it, I see bright red juice pour on my hands and
shirt. This reminds me of blood, and I stop to reflect on what I am actually
doing. I am, in fact, consuming the ovary of a plant, which is the unborn child
of the Earth. I have much respect for the plum as it is providing me with
nourishment. Upon finishing it, I buried the pit in the garden, thanking the
Earth for its sacrifice.
I look across my yard and see a row of pine trees. They were planted by my
parents about 8 years ago, so they are still growing. The trees are about 7 feet
tall now. I remember the theory Shulgin had that I was contemplating earlier. I
looked over at the trees and they began to take form as giant beings. They
appeared to be almost human. They swayed in the wind, but appeared to be dancing
for me. I lost track of time again watching this natural ballet. When my CD
ended, it disturbed my tranquility, and I returned inside.
When I get into my house I remove my headphones and take time to go down to my
basement. The visual aspect is really manifesting now, as the floors all appear
to be shifting with patterns. When I reach my basement, I go over and sit in my
computer chair. I check IRC to see if anyone I know is online. A few people are
talking at the moment, but I soon decide to move on. As I get up I notice the
strongest visual yet. In my basement there is a closet with double folding
doors. The doors seem to be waving in such a manner that they look as though
they will fly off the hinges. I walk over to the closet and reach out to the
door. As soon as I make contact, it stops.
I grab my acoustic guitar and sit down on the couch. My hands seem to know
already what song to play. “Karma Police” by Radiohead starts flowing from my
guitar with such beauty that I cannot help but sing along. Now, I am very aware
of what my singing voice sounds like, and it is not something anyone should have
to endure, but right now I didn’t care. I was alone and happy. As I sang along I
closed my eyes. I began to visualize myself in the music video for this song
which I remember seeing on MTV (the music video consists of the lead singer
inside a car and burning). As I reach the climax of the song I can see the
flames rising around me, yet I was not afraid. When I finished singing, I was
proud of myself for not only being able to sing / play so well, but being able
to project myself into another place.
The time approaches 2:30 PM. I am starting to feel the 2C-T-7 a little less. I
wonder if I am coming down, or just becoming used to the effects. I decide that
I should smoke some marijuana to see if it boosts things back up. I light some
incense to help mask the smell, even though I am alone. I load my pipe with some
plant material, and I burn it. The smoke entering my lungs feels much more
rewarding than the tobacco smoke I had earlier. Each hit seems to elevate what I
am experiencing, ever so slightly. By time I take the fifth hit, I know I do not
need anymore. I am feeling the effects stronger than before. I am definitely at
a strong +3. I also notice that the annoying urge to do things is no longer
present. This definitely makes me feel much better.
Shortly after 3 PM I heard the first clap of thunder. I was still in my basement
at this time, so I quickly ran up stairs to see what was happening outdoors. The
once bright sky was now replaced with black clouds. I stepped outside and walked
into my backyard and turned to see the storm moving in. The clouds moved with
such speed. The storm seemed very angry. It moved in and exploded with rain. My
backyard, which was brilliantly bright just hours ago, was now being pelted with
raindrops. I ran back to the house to seek shelter. When I got inside I had the
urge for a cigarette. I looked back outside and saw the down pour. I then
remembered a part of my deck that the roof covers slightly. I grabbed a
cigarette, my Zippo, and headed out into the storm.
I got pretty wet on my way to the sheltered part of my deck. I forgot how small
it was, as I had to push my back against the side of my house to keep dry. I
stared out into my yard through the rain. The first thing I noticed is that the
tall trees in the back of my yard, become dragon like. Each branch seemed to
look like a Chinese dragon. The countless amounts of branches all seemed to be
flying after something. When I moved my eyes down to look at the lawn I saw the
most intense visual I have ever seen on any psychedelic. My entire backyard had
previously been flowing with patterns, but I watched them all merge into a giant
pattern which froze in place. It was no longer shifting, but sitting perfectly
still for me to look upon. It resembled a stained glass window of a great
cathedral. Now, I cannot even attempt to verbalize this visual (as I’m sure many
of you can understand). I stared in awe until thunder startled me.
At this point, I felt drawn to the storm. I saw a lightning bolt streak across
the sky. The power of the bolt was tremendous, and I could feel it flowing
through me. My arms began to feel the urge to rise, so I did not fight them.
They ended up in front of me as if I were holding something (or maybe offering
something). I closed my eyes and felt everything melt away. My normal closed eye
hallucinations were suddenly replaced by flashes of light. I knew without
question what this meant. I was in the eye of the storm. My body had been
replaced by pure energy. I was floating through clouds high in the sky.
Suddenly, I felt a great rushing sensation. I was the bolt of lightning about to
strike. I was propelled forward at light speed, but experiencing it so slowly. I
rushed through the clouds faster and faster until I had broken out. I saw a
familiar back yard and house. I also was able to make out a person whom looked
just like I used to leaning against the house. I propelled myself at him, and
made contact, passing all my energy into him.
And at that moment, when I came back, a tear rolled down my face.
I had never experienced anything like that. I have had out of body experiences
before, but this was so much more. This meant so much more. I felt I had bonded
with the universe for just a moment. That moment, in fact, was more like 30
minutes, but it mattered not. I had just felt one of the most intense, amazing
sensations ever since I first started using psychedelics. I then noticed my
cigarette was soaked, and therefore unsmokable. I went back inside, very wet,
and without any urge to have a cigarette.
On the way in a see one of my cats, who is crying by the refrigerator. He and I
don’t get along very well. He tends to avoid me at all costs. But right now, he
walks up to me and rubs his face against my leg, purring very loud. I sit down
on the floor next to him and pet him. He seems very affectionate to me, which is
weird. When I get up to leave, he follows me around. I go down to my basement
and sit on the couch. The cat runs down after me, and jumps up into my lap. He
has allowed me to hold him before, but has never actually chased me down for it.
I allowed him to stay.
After some time with my cat, I check the clock. It is 4:45 PM. This means R will
be here soon. I quickly walk around the house and tidy things up for her
arrival. I was able to finish just in time to see R pull into my driveway. When
she walks in I great her with a big hug. I can’t wait to tell her all about the
day I have had, and everything I’ve experienced. Before I begin though, she
mentions that she is hungry. I am as well. We decide to order a pizza to be
delivered, as I was in no condition to drive, and she had just arrived.
We went down into my basement and I told her most of what had happened, but
keeping a few things for myself. I then shyly asked her if we could make love. I
have never had sex on a psychedelic before, and I felt it would be a great idea.
She obliged to my request, and within moments we were stripped and making love.
At first I felt almost animal, as though I must be as powerful as possible, but
that quickly passed. I then began to feel myself sink into her, while running my
fingers down her back. I felt as though I merged into her, and we become one. I
almost became uneasy, as I thought if I’m not careful, I’ll go deeper into her
and eventually fall out the other side. This thought makes me laugh out loud.
She looks somewhat confused by this, but I said not to worry.
We finished just in time for the pizza to arrive. The experience with her was
amazing, and I will not ever forget it. Today was truly a special day. I got to
experience all the wonders of 2C-T-7, plus explore it sexually, which I never
have had the opportunity to before. It is now 5:45 PM, and I am at a +2. I am
definitely coming down, but the effects have not left me yet.
I walk to my back porch and look at the yard. The stained glass visual is gone,
and has been replaced with the familiar flowing patterns. I know that I am now
coming down, but it doesn’t disappoint me as much as it usually does. I have had
a fantastic day. I am very thankful I was able to finally sample 2C-T-7. It
truly worked wonders in my body. I sit down with R and eat pizza, which
thankfully does not bother my stomach at all. We put on the movie “Ocean’s
Eleven.” I am not paying all that much attention to the movie. I am focusing
more on having R in my arms.
As the movie progresses, a friend of mine, “B”, calls and asks what I’m doing. I
told him he was welcome to stop by. B does not use drugs, but respects others
rights to do so. When he arrives him, R, and myself talk for a bit before
deciding to go out to an ice cream parlor where our friends work. The time was
just after 8 PM. My effects are down to a +1 now. Visuals are still there if I
concentrate hard enough. Physically I feel normal. Mentally though, I am still
slightly altered. I have B drive R and myself, because while I think I may have
been able to drive, I would not even want to chance it.
At the ice cream parlor I started to develop a headache. It was fairly bad. I
wondered if it was from dehydration, as I had not drank too much today, or from
the 2C-T-7 itself. I don’t concern myself with this now. I talked with some of
my friends, and ate ice cream, which not only tasted good, but felt good in my
stomach. After a few minutes though, I felt a rumbling in my bowels, and excused
myself to the bathroom.
I had not heard of diarrhea being one of the side effects of 2C-T-7, yet here we
were. After being in the bathroom for some time, I finally finish up, and join
the others. B laughs at me, knowing what I was doing.
When the ice cream parlor closed for the night, I offered my house to my friends
to come hang out at. Only R, B, and two other friends, L and D, came back. It
was 1030 when I got to my house, a full 12 hours and 15 minutes since ingestion.
I was still not at baseline, but down enough where I didn’t feel the effects
were significant anymore. My visuals were gone; my mind was working normally
except for my speech. I had some trouble forming proper sentences, but I spoke
well enough where I was understandable. B, R, and L just talked to each other,
while myself and D played video games. I was happy having my friends around. It
was definitely a good way to end the day.
Everyone except R left my house a little before midnight. I took 100mg of
diphenhydramine to help me fall asleep. I still felt slightly off baseline,
nearly 15 hours after ingestion. I felt the medicine would help me overcome the
post trip stimulation and allow me to sleep. After taking the pills I said
goodnight to R, and headed into my bed.
At around 12:30 AM I fell asleep.
I woke up at 8 AM feeling fine. My headache was not there, which I was afraid
of, and I am feeling quite good about myself. I feel ready to take on the world.
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2C-T-7 will probably replace 2C-I in my heart. While I have not used too many
other phenethylamines, I see this one destined to be one of my favorites. The
effects of it were so pleasant. I did not feel many of the unpleasant side
effects many people have noted. Mentally, it was everything I could have asked
for. It wasn’t as modest as 2C-C was, but not strong enough where I felt I was
being pushed. I was shown things, and allowed to accept them, or reject them and
change my thoughts. This was a very positive aspect to the trip.
The experience of today re-opens my interest in 2C-T-2. I have tried 2C-T-2 once
at a very mild dose. While I know they are different pharmacologically, I know
that they are often compared and contrasted. I would like to be able to
experience 2C-T-2’s effects more fully to see how it would compare with the
splendor of 2C-T-7.
I look back on the phenethylamines I have tried, and I honestly can say that
2C-T-7 provided me with the best experience of them all. I would love to compare
and contrast, but I feel I would need to try this drug again to truly know its
nature. Will the wonderful effects I felt today be repeated in further trials?
Only time will tell with this question. However, even if 2C-T-7 should let me
down next time, the experience of July 22nd, 2003 can never be erased. I am most
thankful of the events of the day. I had an amazing experience, and I will
always carry that with me.