DOSE:
20 mg
oral
4-AcO-DMT
(powder / crystals)
BODY WEIGHT:
160 lb
Before delving into my experience, a BIG thank you to those who have shared their personal experiences on this and other platforms. Hearing other people�s experiences helped me to prepare and feel less alone. I hope what I share is helpful to others.
As I write this, I�m using Terence McKenna�s book �The Archaic Revival� as a mouse pad. It seemed fitting. 😊 One of my favorite quotes of his is �If the words 'life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness' don't include the right to experiment with your own consciousness, then the Declaration of Independence isn't worth the hemp it was written on.� (to the sticklers, yes�. only the drafts were written on hemp, but it�s still funny.)
Viva freedom!
For the skimmers/short attention spanners, I included a tl;dr section at the very bottom.
Background/psychedelic experience level:
-Ingested a tiny amount of what I was told were magic mushrooms once as a teen, with minimal, if any, noticeable effects.
-Took high doses of LSD multiple times decades ago with a much older person. At the time, I didn�t know the doses were abnormally high. There was no internet and I trusted the older person�s judgment. Pieced together, those experiences created a tapestry of breathing walls, dancing trees, intensely beautiful music, serene walks, slapstick comedy, crawling spiders, and terror (most likely from such high doses.)
-Microdosed 20 mcg/ug of 1P-LSD a few times successfully within the past month.
This year, I decided to stop taking an SSRI I�d been taking off and on for 25 years. The recent microdosing provided great relief from the side effects I usually feel when titrating down from the SSRI. According to the SSRI�s half-life schedule, the SSRI was no longer in my system upon ingesting 4-AcO-DMT.
The Come Up:
My trip began around 12:30 PM, soon after eating a bowl of oatmeal. I skipped my morning coffee.
I put the majority of the dose in 6 oz. of distilled water and drank it immediately. About 45 minutes later, I ate the remainder of the dose. It had a strong chemical taste, so I chased it with chocolate.
About 20 minutes after drinking the dose-infused water, I began feeling more emotional than usual.
The Trip:
I�d decided to watch the movie �Pretty in Pink�, which I�d seen many times as a teen/young adult. I chose it because it was somewhat funny, I liked the quirky character, �Duckie�, and thinking about it made me feel sweetly nostalgic. Because I was expecting a lighthearted movie experience, I wasn�t prepared for the waterworks that ensued. I had never cried during �Pretty in Pink� (has anyone?), so wasn�t sure why I was bawling my eyes out during every scene that touched on bullying, classism, and superficiality. Watching Molly Ringwald�s character, Andie, experiencing sadness and betrayal absolutely gutted me. By the end of the movie, I was struck by its profundity. Clearly its plot and intensity was rivaled only by Francis Ford Coppola�s �Apocalypse Now�, so why the silly title? How had I never noticed this title Faux Pas? Wasn�t Andie a shining example of the noble, honest, and non-self-compromising person many strive to become? Why reduce such a smart, strong character with a backbone and integrity to �Pretty in Pink�? She went to prom alone in a dress she MADE to let them know they didn�t �break� her.
Then again�she was really pretty in the dress, so maybe the title was fitting?
Apparently, I owe a huuuge thanks to the universe that I simply stopped there and didn�t become trapped in the madness of a long thought loop. Between movie title musings and crying spells, which felt more therapeutic than sad, I laid down and looked at the ceiling patterns. Our ceiling sports some texture/unidentifiable shapes, so it�s a bit interesting even whilst unaltered. The difference was color and movement�.it was lavender and intermittently covered in fractals which appeared to be very much alive. At one point, the patterns began to pull apart but never completely separated. They shifted a lot, as though they couldn�t decide what they wanted to do. For a second, I shifted my attention to something else and when I glanced back at the ceiling, the beautiful patterns were gone. I said playfully, �Hey, I can multitask�come back.� As soon as those words escaped my lips, the patterns came back, which I found funny. It occurred to me that fractals may have a sense of humor. It occurred to me that fractals may have a sense of humor.