2C-C + 4-AcO-DET + 5-APDB + Ephenidine + LSD + MXE ++Ketamine + DMT

*This report dedicated to the loving memory of RT. I have never met someone so mysterious and unique, so full of vitality and joy. Most unique was the sheer and seemingly unconditional kindness you showed me as a near stranger. I have never met someone who seemed to be so enamored with the joys of life and the joy of being alive. Rest in peace and party forever my dear friend.*

Age: 20

Weight: 120 lbs

Dosage:

30 mg 2C-C oral in gel cap

10 mg 4-AcO-DET oral in gel cap

70 mg 5-APDB oral in gel cap

100 mg Ephenidine oral in gel cap

50 ug LSD oral

40 mg MXE oral gel cap

100 mg Ketamine Intranasal

??? mg DMT vaporized

Setting: My apartment

So I guess a combination of this magnitude requires a bit of background. We were hosting a party at our house later that night. I was trying to decide how to alter myself for this one, considering I had altered myself in a special way for pretty much every single party we’ve hosted. Alluding to my effort to develop streamlined and specific applications in combining substances (see this essay / this thing / this report), I decided I was going to put together the perfect party pill. I decided what qualities I wanted in the trip and what substances would guide that. I am most social and functional on the comedown of trips, so I figured I would take it as soon as I could so I would be in that state by the time the party started. Here is my rationale for each ingredient:

2C-C – A visual psychedelic with an interesting headspace but functional lucidity. Not too stimulating and not too much bodyload which is a plus.

4-AcO-DET – A deeper psychedelic to add a bit of that tryptamine depth and profoundness to the trip. I selected this one specifically because of its short duration.

5-APDB – An empathogen would be perfect for a social occasion of course, I decided to keep the dose low so I wouldn’t make too much of a fool of myself. I chose this over MDMA because it is less stimulating. In general I didn’t want to mix too many stimulating things together.

Ephenidine – Probably the most social/functional dissociatives I’ve taken, with strong visuals, euphoria, and psychedelia. It was relatively familiar at this point, and it would provide a sort of dissociative base from which to work from.

LSD – Shulgin describes 2C-D as ‘psychedelic tofu’, and I figured a bit of LSD would serve this purpose too. I had a half tab left over from when I split some last week so I decided to just throw it in one of the capsules (this was a very strong batch). It would provide a familiar and functional psychedelic base from which to operate.

MXE – I loveee MXE. This was added for its rush and its euphoria, and to amplify the general dissociation. I chose less stimulating substances for the other parts of the combo, so I figure I’d this this experience be powered by the stimulation of MXE.

The next thing to be considered was timing. All of these substances had a different length of come up and onset. Ephenidine and MXE took the longest, so I put those in the first capsule. 5-APDB had a slightly longer comeup than the psychedelics in my experience, so that came next. Lastly all the psychedelics. At this point I decided I wanted more MXE so I just added some more to this capsule instead of cracking the other one open. All of the capsules were filled with powdered ginger to combat nausea.

1^st capsule (T0:00): 100 mg Ephenidine, 20 mg MXE

2^nd capsule (T0:25): 70 mg 5-APDB

3^rd capsule (T0:30): 30 mg 2C-C, 10 mg 4-AcO-DET, 50 ug LSD, 20 mg MXE

T0:00-Ingest first capsule. I am in math class right now, my last class of the day, and there is half an hour left. I don’t like doing drugs in school, but I had to get this started as soon as possible. I figured it would start to kick in a bit after I got home.

T0:25-Class ends, ingest second capsule as I leave the room.

T0:30-Ingest third capsule while walking home. Not feeling anything yet. Stop by the corner store and pick up some blunts.

T0:45-I’m home now. Our house is a wreck. I start cleaning by doing dishes and picking up the stuff that is littering every surface in our house. I can feel the dissociatives start to come on as I clean. It is this feeling of lifting and rising, of my weight slowly reeling away from my body. My roommate comes down to help clean. I feel a squirming in the pit of my stomach as the psychedelics begin to play. I flop down on a couch, it feels like my form is rushing along a rollercoaster, the wind slapping my face. I am sweaty and out of breath. I’ve really done it. The entire world seems to turn liquid as I begin to drift and wobble away. I confess to my roommate that I probably can’t help clean anymore. We talk for a bit, but I am struggling to understand what he’s talking about. I decide to go upstairs.

T1:00-I smoke a bit. The world begins to flash and come apart at the seams. Colorful lines begin to appear on every surface, twisting together and dancing their formless dance.There’s a tangle of incomprehensible rainbow forms that start to telescope and recede into infinity. My entire room looks like its shaking. Earlier that day, I took a test in organic chemistry. I am struggling in that class, so it’s been weighing on my mind quite a lot. Suddenly, the visuals shift to match the ball and stick depiction of organic molecules. Everything is overlaid by hexagons, shifting, rotating, switching and turning to represent stereochemical shifts in chirality, reactions and rearrangements of molecules, representations of some of the fundamental forces and properties that compose all things on this earth. My body feels like it’s been wiped with a cloth and smeared along glass. Or that my body has turned to putty and these great psychedelic invisible hands are twisting and turning, pinching and pulling and squeezing and smearing my form.

T1:20-I begin to fear for what I’ve gotten myself into. I do not feel grounded at all. What if I am still in this state when the party begins? I find myself adrift in an overwhelming and powerful confusion. All the drugs have kicked in, and it is almost like I can discern each one in this swirling maelstrom. But none of them are interacting with each other, rather they are all fighting and clawing for dominance of my headspace. The dissociative kick comes in briefly, and I feel the river rush of MXE drag my form across the room. Then the melting, sinking, numbing weight of the ephenidine stops me in my tracks and sucks me into the floor. The 2C-C responds with a zap to fetch my attention, then straddles me across its framework of colored diamonds and hexagons. The acid cowers in the background, tossing itself ever so slightly into my periphery. The 4-AcO-DET smashes through the scene, dragging my mind into a different paradigm, blossoming violently. I pace my room in circles as I cycle through this, each drug taking its turn to ravage me in its own separate way. The 5-APDB is the only one that hasn’t reached its full potential yet, and simply presents as a warm and sweaty discomfort that colors the whole experience with a sickly shade. I feel like I am filled with sand and the grains are sloshing around me with each movement. I feel like my sense of touch has turned into static, a rushing river of interference eviscerating and distorting every bit of stimulus I try to take in with my skin. The loss of ego that suddenly strikes me is profound. I am not a person, a functional being, or any recognizable iteration of humanity. I am a physical vessel of flesh, within which chemicals react, and upon which those chemicals act. I am but a reaction chamber that physically responds to what is being reacted within it.

T1:40-I am still pacing my room. I try to lie still on my bed and listen to music, but for the life of me I cannot keep still. It is like in this battle for my mind, the drugs are tossing my body about, inflicting collateral damage upon my restless and discomforted form. There is no sign of them coalescing, only the confusion of this absurd shattering of my existence. I decide to try drawing to ground myself. Whenever I sit down however, it feels like every bit of me is being dragged across the room and into the ceiling. Like some jet stream has taken me to pieces and sprayed them about. All I can draw is frantic scribbles and jagged lines. No forms, just my hand being dragged and tossed about by this unconquerable current. I am still thinking about molecules quite a lot. I imagine that my axis and my limbs have become chemical bonds, and each movement is the substituents of this parent chain twisting and moving about through space, forming different stereochemical isomers. Walking has become a baffling ordeal as I am forced to crawl around my room. I am being pinched and twisted into all variety of shapes.

T2:20-It feels like something has washed over me. Or rather, it feels like a great warm upwelling from within. The sun seems to shine brighter. The entire world suddenly shifts in tint and becomes anew. I think the 5-APDB has finally kicked in full force. All of these sparring forces within me are suddenly swept up by a flash flood and swirl together in its raging waters. It feels like everything has suddenly clicked into place. Each drug is a puzzle piece, and for the past hour these puzzle pieces have been twisting and rotating every which way, struggling to find out how to fit together, but to no avail. But at last. It seems as if they have finally found their correct orientation, and have enmeshed with one another into a glorious shining beacon of existence. I feel like I have hatched from a cocoon, I feel like I have metamorphosed into my glorious winged form. I am in party mode. Miraculously, I can walk again, although I am still a bit unsure on my feet. All I can do is smile and glow and radiate colors and light. I am so fucking glad. I feel fully functional and capable of doing anything, in fact I feel capable of doing more than anything. I rush downstairs and run into my backyard to bask in the sun’s beautiful glow.

T2:30-I feel so fucking euphoric. I am so proud of myself, that I ended up getting the exact desired effect from the cocktail that I put together. I feel so competent, like I’m a professional drug-doer or something. Whatever that means. It doesn’t matter I’m high as fuck. I want to tell everyone how great this is, this is reminiscent of that time I mixed MDMA with mushrooms and 25c.

T2:40-The first guest arrives. I greet him. I am really fucked up and he can tell. I thought I was functional, but I soon realize I am in no state to host a party. Whenever I sit down I sink into a well of colors that forms on the surface of whatever I am touching. The guy is pretty used to using hallucinogens so I don’t feel awkward or out of place being in this state. Conversing is awkward for me but he doesn’t seem to mind. We smoke more. Holding things is a strange feeling, as objects all feel so weightless.

T3:00-More people show up. All I can do is sit on a couch and zone out and stare at them as they seem distant. No use trying to talk. This is slightly worrisome, the party is beginning and I am in such a state of turmoil. Through frantic pacing and drinking a lot of water, I feel as though I can probably sufficiently sober myself up though. Every time I stand still or sit down however, it all comes rolling back and swamps me. Bright patterns adorn everything, and they are nice. My body is buzzing into numbness, and that is nice. I just don’t like the mental impairment that comes with the dissociatives and 5-APDB. It’s short term memory loss and slowed gummy thoughts, this makes conversing so difficult and awkward.

T4:00-Even more people have showed up. However, I am sufficiently down by now. I am relieved to have turned out okay just in time. I decide I will refrain from smoking for another hour just to make sure I don’t accidentally kick things up too hard.

T5:15-The time has come. I smoke. A lot. And it turns out okay, I just feel stoned. Somehow, the most acute effects of all the drugs seem to have completely passed. I am now just feeling slightly dissociated, and colors look brighter.

T7:00-My friend who has a lot of a lot of different drugs has been selling his wares in the basement. I am hanging out with him and decide to treat myself to a bump of ketamine. This does nothing more than give me a slight dizziness and wobbliness that lets me drift around the house like a ghost filled with sloshing water. I really only feel it in my body.

T8:00-He is also selling DMT, and has a vaporizer for it. I decide to hit some. It is the familiar DMT rush, and it is like the edges of my vision are bending inwards, a swirling pulsing cacophony of color at the fringes of everything. This is a nice effect to accentuate the state I’ve been in all night, but doesn’t last very long.

T10:00-Smoke more DMT up in my room. The party is winding down and people are just hanging out in my room, hotboxing it with DMT. I smoke more of it and all it really does is put me in a pleasant state of warping purple visuals and a warm rising body high.

T12:30-Go to bed finally.

Hallucinogens and the fringes of transhumanism

After about 160 (edit: its >200 I have surpassed 200 now oops) hallucinogenic experiences, it becomes obligatory to ask myself “Why am I Doing this so much? Why do I keep doing this? What am I gaining from this?” Has this just become comfortable routine? Possibly. Am I improving the sober life that I spend the majority of my time in? Depends on how you define improvement. Am I having fun? Not even half the time honestly. However, an interesting application materializes when one touches upon the fringes of a movement called transhumanism.

            I should begin with a disclaimer that I would not at all define myself solidly as a transhumanist. I am not immersed in transhumanist thought or behavior, I do not promote or practice transhumanist thought or behavior, and I honestly am not very knowledgeable on the subject or the extent of its definitions. This is simply me as an outsider poking into this vast world of thought and suggesting an off kilter idea.

            So to begin, what is transhumanism? Transhumanism to me is a school of thought involved with the process of human evolution not being driven externally by natural selection, but being driven internally by innovation and a desire to fully take control of our minds, bodies, and environment. It posits that humans are entirely capable of producing augmentations that will allow us to overcome our physical and mental limitations, thus evolving us into a sort of post-human. The post-human is the endgoal of transhumanism, and the movement is mostly concerned with how we will reach that state. The means with which we shall transcend humanity deal mostly in modern biotechnology. Cybernetic enhancements, medical procedures, artificial intelligence, virtual reality, bioprinting, and digitation of the mind are several of the ways which transhumanists see us achieving further evolution. Perhaps our physical and mental limitations are to be overcome through simply attaining a purely cybernetic existence in a virtual reality of our own design, one in which are can establish the parameters of our being beyond any current limits.

            There are several implications of transhumanism. One of which is the very definition of “limitations”, which in the wrong hands can lend itself to eugenics and social Darwinism. It should be stressed that this is not philosophy inherent to the movement, but rather a grimmer interpretation of it. I think “limitations” as a term in this respect can be healthily established as a subjective parameter that caps the abilities of each individual relative to their own experience. Thus transhumanism can be seen as each individual’s customization of their own existence to overcome what they themselves perceive as obstacles to their lives. The term limitation should not be assigned any objective value. Furthermore there is the fact that transhumanist technologies are overwhelmingly expensive and exclusively available to those who can afford them. There are also moral implications with toying with our fundamental being, both from a theological and biological perspective. This thinkpiece isn’t about those criticisms though, although they definitely should not be ignored. Their specters haunt all halls of thought.

            Where does tripping balls play into this? Well, we must look at the work being done recently by organizations like MAPS and the Beckley foundation. These are people who truly believe in the therapeutic potential of hallucinogens, people who believe that one of the most revolutionary things in the field of psychology has been seriously hampered by decades of stigma and irresponsible use. I am heavily inclined to agree with them on that. Therapeutic use of hallucinogens must be understood from the perspective of a highly customizable human experience. The general theory behind therapeutic use is to take advantage of the perceived mental malleability that is induced. The hallucinogen influenced mind is in a state of high suggestibility, increased cognitive interconnectedness, openness to novel ideas and experiences, and entire shifts in paradigm and perspective. Indeed, many individuals outside of formal clinical settings have cited psychedelics as being instrumental in helping them overcome addiction, depression, and many other obstacles. Unfortunately, there is an equally sized, if not larger body of people who have not experienced such amelioration or profound shifts in their lives (or sometimes quite the opposite), hinting that this area of therapy requires further study to be refined and precise in its treatment.

            Imagine if people were able to successfully harness psychedelics to overcome the limitations of their minds- People could metaphorically dissolve their cognitive structures and reconstruct them as they see fit to serve their needs. It has immense potential in everything from helping to treat severe mental illness or addiction, to smaller mundane tasks such as simply augmenting existing abilities, like focus and motivation. This is complete customization of the human mind. Now it isn’t entirely proven that psychedelics have this capability, this is all just idealist fantasies. The truth is certainly more complicated. However, various recent studies (I’ll cite them if you ask me) have shown great promise, especially for treatment of PTSD and end of life anxiety. It should be noted that this is all done in a clinical, controlled, and therapeutic setting. This isn’t a kid eating 5 tabs of acid at an EDM show. Nevertheless, the point to be drawn from this is the concept of the customizable mind, and from there, customizable experiences and feelings.

            But even beyond therapeutic uses and other applications that could be considered objectively “useful” by conservative minds, there is the sheer novelty of the potential to manufacture feelings and augment experiences, for creative, mystical, or recreational purposes. There is nothing wrong with this, every tool can be applied several ways. An example/inspiration I would like to cite is this manga titled Ultraheaven. In this story, all hallucinatory drugs have not only been legalized, but have become normalized, and treated as a natural and intractable part of the human experience. Cocktails of substances are touted as being synthetic experiences and manufactured feelings. Every mental discrepancy a person perceives in themselves can be satisfied or compensated. Novelties like feeling the ability to fly or the ability to feel as if you are soaking in a hot tub are easily available. Bartenders are experienced pharmacologists with a knowledge of what cocktails to stir up to meet customer’s needs. The society is depicted cynically, as a world crumbling under its own hubris from overcoming the emotional and mental limitations of humanity. Yet, the possibility of a psychedelic society where hallucinogens are used to compensate for the shortcomings of the human mind isn’t entirely absurd.

            One argument against such a state would be that people simply couldn’t handle it. And perhaps this society could not exist through casual usage in seedy parlors. The response to this is to simply have a structure of professional guidance for psychedelic use, an organization to provide a proper set, setting, and education for meaningful experiences. Of course, this, to a degree, axes much of the recreational and novel potential of these substances. And perhaps there still simply would be people who would not be able to handle such an experience. But perhaps these facilitations could pave the path to more normalized and responsible widespread use, lead a social shift towards a society where people could indeed make use of these experiences with limited negative effect. Furthermore, a great deal of one’s experience with hallucinogens is influenced by suggestibility and conditioning. If there’s a widespread atmosphere of acceptance and understanding towards hallucinogens, this can condition all people to go into these experiences with less anxiety and reduce the chance of pervasive negative thoughts. Several peoples throughout the world have used hallucinogenic substances for shamanic and spiritual rites, with these substances holding a place of reverent significance and non-stigmatized normalization in their society. I’m not saying that shamanic and mystical ritual use of hallucinogens is comparable to someone trying to for example, make a day at the aquarium more exciting. That’s honestly downright offensive. What I am saying however, is that a society must hold these substances in a place of normalized use and functionality as opposed to holding them in a place of stigma and abuse. This has a positive feedback loop effect in which it lays fertile ground for positive and productive experiences, and lessens the chance of negative or catastrophic effects.

            An attempt to create a codified index of the effects of each substance on my body has become my latest project with respect to psychedelics. For example, I know that 2C-B will add visual flair to an experience without too much depth, 5-APDB is for empathogenic effects without stimulation, etc etc. Everything has its uses and unique properties, and it is up to me to test out how these intermesh, so they can then be applied to augment specific situations. While this still remains entirely within the realm of recreational novelty, perhaps with the correct resources to provide the correct set and setting I can use these substances to improve myself and my life experience in truly meaningful and profound ways. 
           For a detailed survey of my personal experiences with hallucinogens and their possible applications in my life, check out The Hallucinogenic Toolkit.

DPH + 3-MeO-PCP

Age: 20

Weight: 120 lbs

Dosage: 125 mg DPH oral, 8 mg 3-MeO-PCP oral in gel cap

Setting: My apartment

Set: I had started to get sick earlier in the day. I woke up with a slight sore throat and cough and a bit of sniffles. It only got worse as the day wore on. I ended up walking like 6 miles, it was a brilliant and beautiful day, I went to the aquarium with my girlfriend for free. Aside from being sick it was all such a pleasant experience. By the end of the day though, the battle in my body raged ever harder, and I was in a fatigued stupor. My coughing had picked up and I heard from a friend a while ago that 3-MeO-PCP can serve as cough medicine (I can’t really stomach DXM cough medicine anymore anyways). I figured I could go home and take it along with some sedatives to have a nice long sleep, uninterrupted with coughing fits. I’ve fallen asleep on both drugs before.

T0:00-Ate the Benadryl. I don’t know why I took so much. A part of me wanted to have some fun before I passed out I guess.

T0:25-Eat the 3-MeO gel cap. I wanted to shower when I got home but someone else used the shower and used up all the hot water. A hot shower would’ve been so nice but whatever. I’m slightly bitter.

T1:00-Definitely feeling something. The familiar swirly patterns begin to form on the walls, they are strobing and breathing. Imagine if someone took an image of the ambient texture of drywall. Then they ramped up the contrast, and replaced the dark areas of contrast with a swirling pool of transforming dull colors, that is how things appeared. It was accompanied with a sort of sickness, like the fact that I was experiencing this visual effect meant something was wrong in my body. Of course this is just the nature of delirium, I wasn’t consciously concerned in the slightest, it was just a bit of psychosomatic triggering.

T1:20-Vaporize some weed. I figure smoke would be worse for my throat. I get a familiar feeling streaming through my limbs. It is a rushing numbness, somewhat reminiscent of the rush of MXE. The first time I had ever felt this was several years ago, when I drank a potion containing LSA, then proceded to apply to my extremities an ointment containing several atropine/scopolamine/hyoscyamine bearing plants. I then took a dab and several gravity bong hits. I was stricken by this numbness, as if my extremities had simultaneously warm yet cold enough to go numb. It was as though I could feel the blood rushing through the veins but nothing else. It felt like I was floating or levitating. Occasionally I would get this feeling if I smoked a ton. As of recent however, I only feel it while dosed with some Benadryl. Interesting that it’s come back to me. I close my eyes and soak in the feeling, it’s a very pleasant body high.

T1:30-The feeling of the deliriant body high soon gives way to the distinct feeling of dissociatives. I stand up and it feels as though my entire world has been slanted. My girlfriend’s cat walks with his head tilted to one side because of a stroke, and I certainly feel like that. Not only my extremities, but now the entirety of my limbs pulse into anesthesia. It is as if dancing lights parade around my skin drawing all feeling away. They feel weightless, as if they are filled with helium to be neutrally buoyant.

T1:35-The visuals appear much more patterned now. It is still the sickly swirling, but the swirls are beginning to organize into interlocked and vibrating geometric forms. I feel spaced out of my head, it’s a pleasant remedy as I almost feel too distant to pay attention to how sick I am. I decide I should be going to bed soon. Dark spots are appearing on the edge of my vision. I begin to hear distant echoing sounds and feel things crawling on me.

T1:40-I look out my window before going to bed. There is an immensely tall creature standing outside my neighbor’s window. This eerie and thin figure looks almost like a stick person, but in the flesh and peeking into my neighbor’s house. It pulses and ripples, as if it is made of thick, inky black smoke. I blink a few times and it goes away. Okay. I probably should be going to bed now. The feeling of things crawling on me has given way to a feeling of just being impacted by small objects or gusts of air, as if insects are dive-bombing into me. The auditory hallucinations have distinctly become voices, human voices, adults of every gender. I still cannot make out what words they are using or what they’re saying. It is just human voices muttering into an echoing abyss that swirls around me. Sleep would be good.

T2:00-I turn off the lights and lie on my bed. I am treated to a spectacular theater of colors and patterns that dances in the darkness around me as I lie in my bed allowing my energy to drain out. I feel as if I am floating a few inches above my body. The geometric checkered patterns form archways, link up and dance together and bend and curve in impossible ways. They are adorned with colors of teal, maroon, red oxide and forest green. I don’t remember when, but I fall asleep eventually.

Conclusion: There’s some debate on tripping while sick. I was even sicker the next 2 weeks and still indulged heavily in hallucinogens, leaving me with several interesting but very uncomfortable experiences. I would not recommend tripping while in the thick of it. The comedown especially can be mind-blowingly uncomfortable. If one does trip while sick, go with dissociatives, not psychedelics. (Beware O-PCE and Deschloroketamine, which are purported to weaken the immune system). Dissociatives have the benefit of anesthesia, which can help one fall asleep easier or just pass the time with less discomfort. As a cough suppressant specifically, 3-MeO-PCP helped slightly, although this was mostly just its anesthetic effect. 

DPH + Hydroxyzine + Etizolam

Age: 20

Weight: 120 lbs

Dosage: 125 mg DPH oral, 100 mg Hydroxyzine oral, ~3 mg etizolam sublingual

Setting: My apartment

T0:00-I wake up from a nap and hear that my roommate has a friend over. I honestly want to get back to sleep because I’m feeling sorta sad, so I pop a bunch of hydroxyzine and DPH. A part of me wants to have an experience, because of some interesting times combining them a few nights ago.

T00:20-I smoke a bowl.

T00:40-There is no real comeup of the other substances, but rather they seem to drip into and taint the weed high as time passes. I decide to go downstairs and see what my roommate and the friend are up to. Turns out it’s a close mutual friend of the both of us. Yay cool. We hang out and play videogames for a bit. I feel heavier.

T1:00-I decide to walk my friend home. To imbue the walk with some more whimsy I decide to take a lick of etizolam. As expected, memory becomes spotty after this. I think the events that followed occurred in this order but I’m certainly not 100% sure. I am apparently able to maintain conversation with my friend to the point where I don’t seem particularly off, though unfortunately I cannot remember any of what we talked about.

T1:15-After dropping him off I walk home alone. It feels like the world is bending around me, each step I take is thundering and booming. I am like a heavy fog rolling home.

T1:30-I get home and relax upstairs for a bit. Things are getting weird. There are swirling static textures on the walls, giving the world a very “lo-fi” essence. I feel spacey, like some essential part of my mind has been shut off and I am running on autopilot. The world seems immersed in a fog with thunderflashes of swirling blurred color.

T2:00-Don’t recall what I did for half an hour but I go downstairs and make myself food and play videogames. I cook up an absurd concoction of nachos with instant rice and beans on top. It was probably delicious, I’ll have to make it again. I smoke more while I’m downstairs and this kicks things into a higher gear. I play star wars battlefront, playing battle after battle for what seems to be hours and hours, raging through battles and fighting a heroic war for the galaxy. I think I played for like 20 minutes tops. The entire time it seemed like a party was going on in our house, with people milling about, talking, smoking etc. I keep sensing people next to me, sitting there watching me play and commenting. In reality I am completely alone this entire time. These are very vague and nonspecific phantom people, not even the faceless spectres of friends that I had encountered with past excursions with Benadryl or DXM. Rather, these are empty ghosts, the purest and most deconstructed essence of the human being that my mind can conjure.

T2:30 or so-After milling about in the swirling party of fog downstairs I go back upstairs. The hallway is dark and I pause, for there is an object sitting in front of my door. The darkness swirls with maroon colors as this shadow thing blocks my path. It’s about the size of a cat, and is amorphous, appearing to be some sort of block draped in cloth. Its textures swirl and drift and it is lightly flashing. I step around it, then turn around to realize it’s no longer there, because it never was there.

T2:45-Things really go off their rocker. The next hour is super spotty in my memory. All I can recall is being visited repeatedly by people I knew, who would come into my room, talk to me, and then disappear. It wasn’t like they faded or just disappeared, it was like I would suddenly snap to, like being jolted awake, and they were gone. It was like I kept drifting into these dream scenarios, and something would catch me and pull me out after a while. The longer I remained in these scenarios, the more absurd things got, the more the world around me fell apart. I could feel and see my surroundings drifting, twisting, swirling, crumbling into the unctuous fog that whorled around my brain and vision. The walls would drift away, my surroundings would seemingly fade or blur to be unrecognizable, and any object of my focus was the center of a twisting maelstrom of reality, the peripheries rendered too illogical and incomprehensible to register.

Some of my visitors included my boss from the museum where I volunteer, one of my roommates, the friend who I had walked home before (warranted a “what are you doing back here?”) and several more who I don’t remember. I don’t know if I was actually talking to any of them out loud or simply communicating with them telepathically, although they all certainly spoke aloud. For the most part, my internal logic was so shifted that nothing really seemed off about these unlikely people visiting me in my bedroom at 2 AM. I simply greeted them and conversed. I don’t recall any of what any of them said. One other thing I recall was having a text conversation with the roommate whom I was hanging out with before. We went back and forth, I have no idea what about. I think it culminated in me saying I was going to go downstairs and talk to him. When I stood up, I looked at my phone again, and realized I did not actually have a conversation with him. Then I realized he had gone to bed like 2 hours ago. Funny.

T3:??-I black out and apparently eventually fall asleep. Like one moment I’m in this swirling abyss of god knows what, the next I am waking up the next morning. I slept like a brick, a deep black sleep with no dreams.

Ephenidine

(This one has been published by Erowid!!!!)

Age: 20

Weight: 120 lbs

Dosage: 150 mg ephenidine oral in gel cap

Setting: My apartment

T0:00-Dosed in gel cap

T0:50-Onset not felt until now. Was mostly relaxing watching my roommate play videogames, just passing time.

T1:20-Picking up, that rising sense of dissociative warmth. It feels as though my head is very heavy and sort of drifting away. I am also very dizzy. My limbs feel like they’re vibrating away, and it feels like pulses are running through my body like I am a jellyfish. Visuals begin to manifest on the walls, they are brightly colored interlocking diamond patterns that warp and ripple. It feels like my fingers are buzzing and vibrating which is pretty cool.

T1:30-I go outside to the backyard with my friends. Currently, an old friend from high school is hanging out at the house with us. He ran into some trouble back in high school and I haven’t seen him for three years until today. It’s pretty cool to be hanging out with him again and pretty wild to be tripping in his presence. We all smoke some weed under the setting sun. Very pleasant and idyllic. The plants are just starting to come alive. I close my eyes and try to let myself sink into the mounting headspace. I am greeted by solid and angular geometry in bright colors, mirroring and bending. It feels like I am being vibrated apart, similar to MXP. It is like I am a string that is being plucked, only for the intensity of its vibrations to take it to pieces.

One distinctive open eyed visual came looking at the sky. I wove a web of twine over my backyard for vines to grow into some sort of canopy. There were eyespots in the middle of the spaces in the web, which was a pretty cool effect. I feel as though I am drifting out of touch with reality, where basic tasks and familiar images become unrecognizable and inconceivable. Every object we see has a semiotic designation in our minds, for example you see a car and think of the word “car”, and then all your thoughts and memories involving cars are triggered (at least that’s how it is for me). Here though, I see a car, and simply see an object in front of me, undefined and devoid of any meaning.

T1:45-A heavy peak with intense time dilation sweeps me up like floodwaters. The scape of open eyed visuals is that of brightly colored floral patterns overlaying everything. The edges of these patterns fractallize into infinite complexity, becoming variegated and frilly. Things then begin to paradoxically reduce in complexity, making the world appear pixelated, or reduced to polygons like early 3d-rendering. It feels like I am sinking and going numb. I feel like I can stand up and be functional if I want to, the headspace is fairly lucid. I just choose not to, it simply isn’t preferable in this mindset.

I am playing music from my laptop, my roommate and my friend have a ukulele and small keyboard and are playing accompaniments to it. It is a warm euphoric space of camaraderie and pleasant bonding. I close my eyes and am awestruck with the intensity and complexity of the visual world that followed.

The first thing that manifests is a teal and magenta afterimage, a snapshot of the very last thing I saw before closing my eyes. This image lingers briefly, then begins to melt and deconstruct, warp and drag and blur until it is an unrecognizable mess of prismatic geometry. Suddenly it is all swept away by images of vast landscapes and realms. These images are reminiscent of the anatomy of invertebrates-tentacles and gelatinous protuberances, the repeated or branching forms of gills and filters and appendages, all in fluid pulsing motion, all in a spectacular array of rainbow or pastel colors. In some instances, there appears to be a vast polychrome city of soft and drooping forms, like towers of melted ice cream and putty. The images begin to repeat and fractallize, until it is repeated in an infinite field before me, each manifestation of the image overlapping the others, like a vast screen of shingles or scales, each scale with an image on it. The entire field of repeated images begins to ripple and pulse.

T2:00-The edges of my vision begin to ripple and fractallize into that same variegated pattern that appeared at the edges of the floral patterns. It is as though my entire field of vision has taken the form of a leaf or flower with intricately jagged edges. With my eyes closed, I am bombarded with more biomorphic images. Geometry forms into branches, rapidly replicating into fractal infinity, a beautiful representation of the recursion and replication inherent to all life forms. A great iridescent serpent slithers through a great pulsing rainbow landscape of mountains and hills. The hallucinatory visual field splits into segments, and it feels as though great segmented creatures are pulsing and thrashing against me. It feels like a rush, like cold water is pouring down my face. Everything in motion seems to leave behind 3 dimensional tracers, almost as if the “essence” or “soul” of all things in motion is trailing behind them, or perhaps it’s a representation of their kinetic energy when my vision is not bounded by linear time. This is present with both open and closed eyes. It feels like sounds are cushioning everything and outlining and encapsulating everything.

My laptop dies and I eagerly demonstrate that I can snap back into functionality by standing up, carrying it into the house, going upstairs and grabbing my charger, plugging it in, walking back outside, and plugging in the outdoor lights. I feel like I am melting and sinking when I sit still, but in motion I am acutely aware of my movement and momentum. This entire trip feels “pulsey”, “tentacley”, and “tendrilly” for lack of better or real words. None of this is remotely frightening or distressing, rather it is all quite whimsical and fantastic and fills me with wonderment.

T2:45-It feels as though I have very suddenly come down, I am at a very functional level of sobriety both mentally and physically. My short term memory feels a bit stunted, but aside from that the drug only lingers in a pleasant glow, a numb warmth in my body, a gentle buzz in my head, and calm visuals playing on the walls. I play videogames with my friend and roommate.

T4:30-I smoke a lot of weed. It kicks things back up. I feel a weight in my head that I often get from dissociatives, and it feels like a numbing energy is pulsing through my extremities. The visuals pick up and play again, and my short term memory seems to get tired and take a break. The only closed eyed visual I recall from this point was an image of a 3d rendered robotic arm, jerking back and forth and flailing about.

T5:20-I walk my friend to the train station. I am plenty lucid to be in public now. Being outside and walking around is exhilarating. My equilibrium has returned enough that I am not stumbling or walking off balance. Socializing feels distant and weird but still pleasant in a whimsical way. The entire time it feels as though some sort of pressure is being exerted on me, permeating my flesh and leaking into me in a stream of colors. This is very pleasant. It feels as though this pressure is moving my limbs, driving me along and giving me momentum.

T5:45-I return home. I go up to my room and relax. I still feel a strong glow.

T7:40-I go to sleep. I am still feeling the drug somewhat when I go to bed, in the form of a dissociative warmth and a psychedelic headspace.

Conclusion: I love this stuff. It is like dissociative 2C-B or LSD. It is easily the most psychedelic and most visual dissociative I have taken, and I love it! The visuals are spectacular, colorful, beautiful, complex and organic. The headspace is fairly psychedelic, stimulating abstract and alien thought, and only such a psychedelic headspace could let one integrate so easily into the absurd visual space. Yet it is still very lucid, and you can easily be basically functional if you need to (walking, talking etc).  Otherwise, it’s very warm and social, with a hint of empathogenic qualities, which is quite outstanding considering how emotionally dead dissociatives can be. Some of the sheer strangeness of the visual and headspace was reminiscent of DXM. Physically, it is neither stimulating nor sedating. It has a warm melting feeling with some of the rush that comes from MXE, which overall feels really nice. I’m not sure if it has inherent euphoria or whether I was just giddy over the absurdity and whimsy of the experience. Definitely one of my favorites. One thing to note- similar to psychedelics it has a fast and hard tolerance buildup, weakening the effects of all dissociatives for about a week after use. 

Psychedelic psychometrics: The Linton-Langs questionnaire

Psychometrics is the field concerned with objectively quantifying the subjective human experience. As the name implies, it is measurement of the psyche.

A longtime issue in the study of psychedelics is how to objectively describe, quantify, and scale subjective effects. This seems to be an issue in psychology in general, especially in the study of mental illness, of how to take immensely variable patterns of thought and behavior and restrict them to set classifications for ease of study and treatment. Psychedelics do indeed have an absurd diversity in effects, with an equally diverse variability in how they manifest in users. In this series of posts, I intend to create an effective objective psychometric evaluation of the psychedelic experience. The Linton-Langs questionnaire serves as historical context and a framework from which to work. I will attempt a revision of the survey that will likely be heavily altered to be near unrecognizable from the source material.
In my opinion psychonautwiki's subjective effect index is one of the best contemporary models for this, in terms of thoroughness and clear definition of these effects. This is certainly effective as a means of standardizing and easily describing subjective effects. But what about a means of actively grading the depth and array of effects one is currently experiencing? I dug up an old survey, oft referenced in older studies of psychedelics, called the Linton-Langs questionnaire- devised in the paper "Subjective reactions to Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (LSD-25)" (Linton, Langs, 1962) (courtesy of erowid.org). I found it to be an interesting active survey of an ongoing psychedelic experience, and just maybe I'm trying to lend legitimacy to my stupid hobby by citing obscure scholarly papers.... The paper was written in order to "monitor the strength of the drug effect throughout the experimental day and as a way of studying the subjective effects of LSD". Setting was kept constant, and the questionnaire was administered 7 times throughout the course of the experiment (Pretest, T0:30, T2:00, T5:00, T8:00, Post test, Retrospective). The study seems to be grounded in the psychoanalytic theory of psychology and seems to have been created with the intention of applying it within that theory. In my limited knowledge, that has largely been discredited, but I still feel the survey holds merit in providing an effective array of how psychedelics can alter cognition.
Nevertheless, with the widening scope of psychedelic substances, studies, and experiences, this could certainly be adapted and updated, with some questions seeming vague and poorly defined. Perhaps in the near future I will adapt it and use it as the framework to a more effective version that takes into account the further reaches of the psychedelic experience that have been encountered since 1962, along with adorning the text with greater detail and clarity. I had never heard of it before though, and figured it would be interesting to share. It should be noted that this seems to entirely deal with cognitive effects and not sensory ones. (For sensory effects I devised this sort of dichotomous model based on the aforementioned subjective effect index: http://pastebin.com/VPyQgpER). I fear my limited knowledge of psychology and theories of consciousness limits my ability to fully comprehend, respond to, and alter this test, but fuck it its really interesting to me.
Without further ado, here it is transcribed for ease of reading:

1. Have things felt unreal, as if you were in a dream?
2. Have people looked different than they usually do?1
3. Have objects or the things about you looked different in any way?2
4. Do you find yourself talking about personal things you wouldn't usually talk about?
5. Have you felt somehow as if you were melting or merging into your surroundings?
6. Have you been thinking or talking a lot about your childhood (other than in response to questions about it)?
7. Have you felt occasionally that you have lost your sense of time?
8a. Have you felt that you have lost control of yourself?3
8b. Have you felt that you might?
9a. Have you found it difficult to move?
9b. easier than usual?4
10. Have you found it hard to concentrate on the tasks being given to you?
11. Have you felt that certain things were especially clear to you or that you understood them better?
12. Have you seen any new connections between certain events or experiences that you hadn't seen before?
13. Have you felt depressed or sad?
14. Has your body looked or felt strange in any way? (if so, how?)
15. Have you been especially happy?
16a. Have you been feeling silly?5
16b. Have you been acting silly?
17. Have you been thinking about things you don't usually think about?
18. Have you felt like a child?
19. Have events or experiences seemed illogical or disconnected?
20. Have you felt that under the drug you have acquired any new power or ability?6
21a. Has time been passing faster than usual?
21b. Has it been passing slower than usual?
22. Have some things seemed meaningless to you?
23. Have you felt as if you were standing aside and watching yourself?
24. Have you felt like an old person?7
25. Has any particular thing fascinated you-held your attention so that you found it hard to leave it?
26. Has it felt as if some part of your body was disconnected or somehow didn't belong to the rest of your body?
27. Have you been afraid or upset?
28. Have you lots control of your thoughts? If so:
28a. Have they taken possession of you?
28b. Does it feel as if someone were controlling them?
29a. Have you felt you would rather not talk?
29b. Have you found it hard to talk?
29c. Have you been talking more than usual?
30. Has it felt that time has come to a standstill or stopped now and then?
31. Have certain objects or other things taken on meanings they never had before?
32a. Have your thoughts been moving faster than usual at times?
32b. Slower than usual at times?
33. Have you felt angry or annoyed?8
33a. If yes, at self?
33b. At others?
34. Have you felt at times that you have lost control of your body or that you might?
34a. If so, as if someone or something else has taken over?9
35. Do you think that your judgment and ability to evaluate have been different from usual? (if yes, how? Impaired or improved?)
36. Is it hard to hold onto thoughts, ideas, or images-do they seem to get away from you when you try to catch them?
37. Have you felt like a different person at times?
38. Have you felt that you were withdrawing from reality or losing your hold on the real world?
39. Has your mind been a blank at times, so that you have had no thoughts at all?
40. Have you been at all afraid that you might go crazy or lose your mind?
41. Have you lost control over your emotions or feelings?
41a. Have they taken possession of you?
41b. Does it feel as if someone else were controlling them?
42. Have you been seeing imaginary things?
43.  Have you felt as if some of what you have been doing is really not your doing at all?
44. Does one idea, thought, or image keep coming back again and again?
45. Are you unsure of how others are responding or reacting to you?
46. Have you had any of the following physical sensations?
a. Dizziness or grogginess?
b. Numbness or tingling?
c. Chills or a cold feeling?
d. Felt hot or sweating?
e. Funny taste in your mouth?
f. Unusual or heightened smells or odors?
g. Felt Nauseous?
h. Blurred vision or trouble focusing your vision?
i. Mouth dry or less saliva than usual?
j. Pressure or ringing in ears?
k. Felt weak physically?
l. Body felt lighter or like it was floating in space?
m. Body felt heavier?
47. Do you find that while you are answering a question you tend to forget what the question was?

The scale is then split into 12 categories, to ease analysis:
I. Difficulty in thinking (10, 28, 28a, 32a, 32b, 35 (impaired), 36, 39, 47)
II. Disturbances of time sense (7, 21a, 21b, 30)
III. Feeling inhibited, slowed down (9a, 21b, 29b, 32b, 39, 46m)
IV. Feeling of loss of control (8a, 8b, 16b, 28, 28a, 34, 36, 40, 41, 41a, 44)
V. Ego-environment relationships
   a-Closer to environment (5, 25)
   b-Contact loss (1, 7, 38, 45)
   c-Ego change, alienation (18, 23, 24, 28b, 34a, 37, 41b, 43)
VI. Distortion of visual perception (2, 3, 42)
VII. Feeling less inhibited, opened up (4, 6, 9b, 17, 21a, 29c, 32a, 46l)
VIII. Meaning changes
   a-New meanings acquired (11, 12, 31)
   b-Old meanings lost (19, 22)
IX. Feeling of increased functioning (20, 35 (improved))
X. Suspiciousness (29a, 28b, 33 (external), 34a, 41b, 45)
XI. Bodily effects
   a-Body image change (5, 14 (body image report), 26, 46l, 46m + 18, 24 (if body image effect reported)
   b-Somatic symptoms (46 a-k)
XII. Affect changes
   a-Positive affect (15, 16a, 16b)
   b-Negative affect (13, 24 (depressive), 27, 33, 40)

Annotations:
1(2)-First example and very clear example of how this survey glosses over the wide range of sensory effects that psychedelics impose on users. Possibilities for a more detailed survey of visual effects are listed below, for now I use this http://pastebin.com/VPyQgpER (also linked above) as a quick on the fly survey of visual effects.
2(2)-I found it interesting that they split the sensory effects between how they affect the perception of human beings and the perception of inanimate objects. In some experiences, the sensory-cognitive effects blur the distinction between the two.
3(8A)-A very vague question, especially considering questions 28, 34, and 41, which seem to be more detailed versions of this.
4(9B)-Interesting mention as this is something I rarely hear about when surveying effects of psychedelics. Maybe I'm just reading the wrong  reports, but few seem to mention a heightened sense of proprioception and heightened control over one's own momentum/spatial awareness, something I've experienced several times (mostly with LSD).
5(16A)-What does this even mean exactly? What is considered "silly"?
6(20)-See note 4. I've experienced this/can understand how others can experience this mentally though and it's a very fascinating area of exploration especially with respect to transhumanism.
7(24)-I'm confused as to how one would know this feeling.
8(33)-Perhaps a redefinition is required, I have rarely if never observed or felt anger on psychedelics in myself and others. while primal aggression and recklessness can present, it doesn't really manifest as anger as much as it does a manifests as a form of psychosis.
9(34a)-My eeriest delusions involving this feeling seem to encompass some sort of overmind working behind our world. Eerie for me to think about people having experienced likely similar delusions so long ago.

Assessment:
This list presents a thorough examination of the psychological effects of psychedelics. However, I think with the increased knowledge of psychedelics, much can be added and much can be revised.
A more thorough section on the physical and sensory effects is certainly necessary. Unfortunately, I am very pedantic on detail and if I really tried to capture this in depth, it would be way too long. An excellent framework for this is psychonautwiki's list of visual effects. From this, a list of dichotomies can be created which can be answered simply and easily. Of course, reducing those effects to two poles somewhat obscures the full range and intensity of those effects, but it's an easy and efficient way to document them.
Considering the focus on cognitive effects, it is obvious that the L-L questionnaire was built from the context of and for the purpose of serving the field of psychology. And while a psychedelic experiecne certainly falls under the umbrella of 'psychology', a revised survey could perhaps touch on several more areas of the experience, such as sensory or more abstract and esoteric aspects. All in all however, the L-L questionnaire represents an early and comprehensive effort to establish psychometrics for the psychedelic experience. It reflects people trying to gain an understanding of the experience when knowledge of psychedelics was still relatively new. Legal obstacles have appeared since then, although they are slowly beginning to be broken down. Perhaps this new age of study would be aided by a new set of psychometric evaluations of the experience.
(fun fact one of timothy leary's first gigs was as a psychometrician for the army)

5-APDB

Age:20

Weight: 120 lbs

Dosage: 100 mg 5-APDB oral in gel cap

Setting: My apartment

T0:00-Ingested gel cap, smoked a bit

T0:40-Starting to feel first onset. It’s a bit of a floaty warmth, an amnesiac numbness.

T1:10-Peak beginning to set in. Feel very friendly and social, begin to talk my friends’ heads off. One friend says I appear very very ‘high’. Some more people show up at my house. By sheer coincidence almost all of my closest friends are here.

T1:30-Hang out with a close friend of mine. She knows me better than anyone I think and has been one of my best friends for six years. We have a nice long and deep talk about life and such. It feels deep and honest. I don’t know if it was on par with regular conversation, but it feels like it is certainly profound and long overdue.

T1:50-I walk my friend home. The sun is setting, the sky is smiling orange, I feel springy and jovial, I want to sing.

T2:15-I get home. I feel springy and light but not particularly stimulated. I don’t necessarily feel sedated either, my energy level just feels neutral. This is just pure psychedelic empathogenic euphoria, no bodyload and no somatic effects. I begin to gush to my friends about how much they mean to me and how cool and special they all are. I’m sure it’s nice sentiment but I was probably honestly being obnoxious.

T3:00-I smoke some more with my friends. I am feeling so warm physically and emotionally. I am very lovey dovey I want to cuddle with people, I want to bask in the warmth of their affection and attention, the fact that they forgive how obnoxious I’m being right now is a testament to our friendship… Things look more colorful, I wouldn’t say it was visual in any way other than somehow making colors seem more intense. There are some closed eyed visuals of large moving patches of color. I am still asking my friends awkwardly deep and personal questions when they just want to hang out and have fun. I ask them what gender they think I am. I am in this mindset where everything I say and do in this state will be socially profound, now is the time to ask essential questions and perform social interactions that will change the trajectories of our lives! Of course this is all euphoric delusion. My friends must feel awkwardly put on the spot.

T5:00-Still rolling. I am talking a lot. Like a lot. I have had personal conversations with people who I didn’t know as well before. That part is pretty cool. I feel like I have been made extremely social, almost too social to the point where the amount of empathy I express is overbearing or alienating. I just can’t shut up. But it feels like nothing can go wrong. I can only think positive thoughts and only imagine positive outcomes of every situation. Depression seems foreign- like the positive solution to everything is so obvious and easy to embrace! Of course this, once again, is just drug induced delusion. I awkwardly ask a friend who admitted a year ago to having a crush on me whether or not I’ve hurt them by being in another relationship and all. Thinking back I am heavily embarrassed for myself, I can’t believe I would just publicly put another friend on the spot like that. I am so giddy and uppity and awkward. The only impediment to socializing I can perceive is my short term memory faltering pretty often, causing me to lose track of conversations.

T7:00-Feeling mentally stimulated, yet foggy. Imagine a train roaring through the fog. The last 7 hours are foggy in my memory, they feel like they may have been a dream. Usually, only times I’ve been on dissociatives occupy my memory in the same blurred out lo-fi way. Weird. I tested my memory earlier that night to make sure it was still functioning ok and it certainly was. It seems my short term memory has fizzled out. I feel somewhat burnt out, and the comedown almost feels disappointing. I am able to take solace in the fact that I will behave more appropriately to my peers now at least.

T9:00-Baseline, fall asleep

Conclusion:
This is actually only my second time ever taking an empathogen, and my only time taking one alone. This is dangerous stuff. I make a fool of myself every time, I get too lovey dovey, start asking people personal questions and breaching their privacy and thresholds of socialization. It would maybe be good in a setting where everyone else was on the drug, but I felt like the level of empathy I was expressing was alienating and awkward. I am an awkward person, I have never truly felt like I’ve understood or felt social conventions or empathy, merely imitated them to avoid being ostracized. This seems reflected here, but it acts in a way of justifying my alienated awkwardness. Thus I express it to my fullest capability. I have to be careful with empathogens. I really do.

All in all however, this one is a worthy addition to the toolkit. Perhaps its most interesting feature is its total lack of stimulation. Some have gone so far as to describe is as sedating, but I would say its effects on my body were overall neutral. It is psychedelic too, at least mentally. I adopted the same sort of hyperanalytical and sensitive mindset that psychedelics give me, which mixed well with the completely uninhibited sociability. This could be a valuable tool if I learn how to rein in the uninhibited sociability. In terms of sensor effects, there was a sort of warm numbness reminiscent of dissociatives, with a sort of momentum/springiness/lightness. Sounds sounded deeper, like not deeper in pitch but having clearly discernible layers and dimensions. Visually, the only thing noticeable was a slight color enhancement, or colors appearing warmer as if a magenta overlay was subtly applied. Close eyed visuals were abstract and mostly composed of color fields interacting with one another.

What all have I poisoned myself with?

For the sake of bragging rights, here will be my master list of every psychoactive substance that I have intentionally administered.

In chronological order:
1. Caffeine
2. Alcohol
3. Cannabis
4. Methylphenidate
5. Corisoprodol
6. LSD
7. Jimson weed (Datura stramonium)
8. Psilocybin mushrooms (Psilocybe sp.)
9. DXM
10. 25i-NBOMe
11. Alprazolam
12. 2C-I
13. DMT
14. 25c-NBOMe
15. 2C-P
16. DOB
17. LSA (Argyreia nervosa)
18. MDMA
19. 2C-B
20. 25i-NBOH
21. 4-AcO-DMT
22. Ketamine
23. Psilocin (Synthetic)
24. Methamphetamine
25. Clonazepam
26. DPT
27. Cocaine
28. Gabapentin
29. DPH
30. 4-AcO-MET
31. 4-HO-MiPT
32. MXE
33. MXM
34. MXP
35. Allylescaline
36. Hydroxyzine
37. 3-MeO-PCP
38. 5-MeO-MiPT
39. Amphetamine
40. Mirtazapine
41. GHB
42. Modafinil
43. 4-AcO-DET
44. 4-HO-MET
45. Lorazepam
46. Methallylescaline
47. Etizolam
48. DALT
49. DCK
50. 2C-E
51. Ephenidine
52. Diphenidne
53. 2C-C
54. 5-MeO-DALT
55. 5-MeO-DMT
56. 5-APDB
57. Phenylpiracetam
58. O-PCE
59. Kava (Piper methysticum)
60. 2C-T-7
61. 3-MeO-PCE
62. 4-HO-DPT
63. Glaucine
64. ALD-52
65. ETH-LAD
66. 2C-D
67. 2C-B-FLY
68. AMT
69. Memantine
70. 2C-iP
71. 3C-E
72. Armodafinil
73. 6-APB
74. Nitrous Oxide
75. 3-HO-PCE
76. Passionflower (Passiflora sp.)
77. Escaline
78. 4-HO-EPT
79. Oxycodone
80. 4-HO-DET
81. Salvia (Salvia divinorum)
82. AL-LAD
83. 4-AcO-MiPT
84. PCP
85. DOM
86. MET
87. Mescaline
88. Diethyl Ether
89. Kratom
90. Phenibut
91. 2F-DCK
92. 3-HO-PCP
93. 4-AcO-MPT
94. 4-MeO-MiPT
95. N-Ethylhexedrone (Hexen)
96. 4-AcO-DPT
97. DiPT
98. 1P-LSD
99. Flubromazepam
100. Isobutyl Nitrite
101. 4-AcO-EPT
102. Flualprazolam
103. MXPr
104. 4-PrO-DMT
105. Cocaine (Freebase)
106. 4-HO-DiPT
107. 3-FPM
108. α-PCYP
109. BOD
110. Clonazolam
111. 1B-LSD
112. Eutylone
113. Blue Lotus (Nymphaea caerulea)
114. 4-HO-MALT
115. Diclazepam
116. 5-MeO-MALT
117. 1cP-LSD
118. 3F-PCP
119. 5-MeO-DPT
120. 4F-MPH
121. 1F-LSD

122. 5-MeO-MET

123. 3-Me-PCP

124. MXiPr

125. Δ8-THC

126. Bromazolam

127. Pyrazolam

128. 3-Cl-PCP

129. 2-Methyl-AP-237

130. Diazepam

131. DMXE

132. Mecloanzepam

133. BTCP

134. O-DSMT

135. Norflurazepam

136. MPT

137. IPPH

138. 3-FMA

139. Flubromazolam

140. Doxylamine

141. 2-FMA

142. Flunitrazolam

143. DOF

144. DOiP

145. Temazepam

146. Flurazepam

147. Pregabalin

148. Hydrocodone

149. LSZ

150. Zolpidem

151. 3,4-DCMP (aka 3,4-CTMP)

152. βk-2C-B

153. Codeine

154. HXE

155. Buprenorphine

156. Triazolam

157. DOPr

158. 3-Me-PCPy

159. 1cP-AL-LAD

160. 3-CPM

161. Dihydrocodeine

162. 2-FA

163. MiPT

164. 3-FA

165. 1V-LSD

166. 3-MMC

167. 4-HO-PiPT

168. POxP

169. 3,4-MD-PCP

170. 3-Me-PCE

171. PThP

172. Rilmazafone

173. Mexazolam

174. Flutazolam

175. Dexoxadrol

176. 3C-P

177. α-PiHP

178. Flubrotizolam

179. Baclofen

180. PiPT

181. FXE

182. A-D2PV

183. MALT

184. Δ10-THC

185. CBN

186. 1,4-BDO

187. Banisteriopsis caapi

188. HHC

189. 2B-DCK

190. 4-MetMP

191. P2AP

192. PCPy

193. Propylhexedrine

194. Emylcamate

195. DOC

196. Desalkylgidazepam

197. Lemborexant

198. Fluclotizolam

199. PCM

200. Isopropylphenidine

201. TMA-2

202. Tapentadol 

203. Tofisopam

204. Zopiclone

205. Muscimol (As a decarboxylated Amanita muscaria extract)

206. Deschloroetizolam

207. 2-TFM-Diphenidine

208. Hydromorphone

209. Promethazine

210. O-PCiPr

211. NEP

212. 3'-MXP

213. 4-HO-DsBT

214. Nalbuphine

215. 1D-LSD

216. Bromazepam

217. Nitrazepam

218. GBL

219. Midazolam

220. Bromomescaline

222. Oxazepam

223. TPP

224. Morphine

225. 3-MeO-PCPy

226. 3-MeO-PCA

227. Prolintane

228. 3F-DCK

229. 2-Br-Diphenidine

230. 4-HO-MsBT

231. Tramadol

232. [classified for now]

233. 3-MeO-PCiPr

234. 3,4-MD-PCiPr

235. 3-MeS-PCP

236. 2-MeO-PCiPr

237. PCiPr

238. 3-Me-PCiPr

239. 3-MeO-PCsBu

240. 3-EtO-PCiPr

241. 3-F-PCiPr