Age: 29
Weight:
140 lbs
Dosage:
70 mg intransal
Setting: At home. Very cold winter night.
[Note: Because I have built up a tolerance to
dissociatives, this is a higher dose than most should take. To a beginner I
would suggest a dose of around 30-50 mg.]
Halogenated Arylcyclohexylamines are a wellspring
of untapped potential in drug development. We currently have 3-F-PCP and
3-Cl-PCP, two fascinating and unique compounds with interesting properties that
set them apart from the standard alkane/alkoxy/hydroxy substituted compounds. With
such a small sample size of 3 compounds it’s hard for me to say broadly how
they differ from the others, but there is something commonly distinct about
them that is difficult to pin down. Perhaps it’s a lack of the same manic rush
and a more smooth and grounded experience? Hard to say. Halogenated compounds
of course also exist in the realm of 2’-oxo substituted Arylcyclohexylamines,
famously in Ketamine, or 2F-DCK, or 2-FXE, but those yield their own unique
discrete categorical experience. When I say halogenated ACH’s I’m not talking
about those ones. The halogenated ACH’s are fairly unpredictable in their
subjective effects- all we can discern is they are relatively impotent, most
dosing in the range of 50+ mg. The duration can vary between compounds, though
I hypothesize that bulkier halogens have a longer duration (along with being
less potent, as seen between 3-F-PCP and 3-Cl-PCP). The fineries of their
subjective effects are bizarre, as I said before they stand apart from other
arylcyclohexylamines but in an obscure and esoteric way that manages to
permeate the entire experience. Each one is unique and unpredictable. While we
can gauge rough estimates of potency from their affinities, the phenomenology of
each compound is truly a great unknown. Unexpected nootropic effects? Empathogenic
and anxiolytic effects from 3-Cl-Substitutions? What peripheral activity is going
on? It’s a mystery and perhaps a Pandora’s box to crack open. One of the last
truly wild frontiers of what we can experience. Halogenated
arylcyclohexylamnies should be the future.
But I digress.
This compound is so precious. It has a unique
heaviness and motion that feels unlike any other dissociative. The headspace is
at first wild and jumbled, but then clear and focused, there are waves of euphoric
comfort, mania feels natural, not driven or overclocked. I have taken it up to
100 mg; it is extremely intense at that level, a complete reality-shattering-time-scrambling
experience; Its depths are immense. I initially sampled it sublingually; I
found it too had the phenomenon of 3-Cl-PCP where it makes sour flavors taste
sweet. It Is significantly less potent sublingually but with a longer duration.
I do not know how it behaves orally. I would rate it on the heavier side of
compounds in general, finding more kinship in ketamine than PCP. But it is quite
unlike either of those. There feel like acute nootropic properties to this
compound. It might do miraculous things while microdosed, but sadly the test
batch I was blessed with was very small. It is something that should be investigated
further.
T0:00- Dose taken intranasally while
listening to Doom metal. It doesn’t sting much, it smells like wet dirt. A
sting starts to set in after a few minutes however.
T0:15- My fingertips start to feel numb. I am
watching Youtube videos on grim subjects.
T0:18- Feeling a rush to my head now, I feel
like I am turning to soft foam.
T0:20- It's a distinctive rush I don't feel
from many other dissociatives- it radiates from the sinuses and hits right
behind the eyes, it's cool, tight, expanding outwards with gentle pressure, it
feels like flowing sugar, sparkly and wispy. The rest of my body begins to feel
wobbly and dizzy
T0:30- I am having a hard time understanding
things. It is challenging to engage in short term memories and tie them into
the current stream of information, like there is an interruption in that internal
communication. It is a state of existing purely in the present, mindfulness,
but with severed connection to future or past. Just battered with the windowpanes
of the present, one after another, smashed against my face, frame by frame, I
am enjoying this thrilling ride. I can exist as this creature with no past or
future, I can be a glass salamander and wriggle into the wet leaves and geosmin
odor still lingering in my pulsing thrashing slightly stinging sinuses.
T0:40- Everything feels tight. Dissociatives
exert pressure in many ways. There is soft inflating pressure. There is sandy
riverine pressure. This is a tight and tense pressure, pressure exerted from
forces pulling taut from far away, distances unknown into the abyss. It is like
being wrapped in silk and having it be pulled tight from both ends. Everything
feels heavy, gravity is apparent, it feels like everything around me is
underlined with a sinking force.
Visuals present, with open eyes there are
ripples of static and waves and pulses, all with a systematic pixelated character.
The colors are on the duller and darker end of the spectrum-rusts and dark
teals.
There isn’t a driving, riven mania, but there
is a sneaky mania that is hard to discern until its too late, a snake lying in
wait. It feels natural though, permissible, not forceful and gouged in like
3-MeO-substituted compounds. Perhaps in retrospect I performed manic activities
but in the thick of it I wouldn’t say I felt any specific mania. It feels a
heavy blankness, but a profound one, that grants a comforting and smooth euphoria;
it is alright to not know the world’s mysteries.
Everything is flashing and buzzing. I smoke a
bit of cannabis now as it sets in heavier and heavier. Pixelated stars and
sparkles stream down the screen of my computer. My body is smooth and numb, there
is a waviness like being on a boat, I feel a tad nauseous, which is quite rare
for dissociatives for me.
T0:50- There is a heavy fizzy buzz dancing across
my skin. Like rain pattering down on me from every angle to match the forms of
my body, each drip dense in numb static. I am getting little neon afterimages
of things, as strobing tracers, turquoise and icy blue. I lie still and my body
sinks and dissolves. It is all pixelated- everything is assumed at first into
lower resolutions, I feel like my body is being deconstructed into a voxel form
like Minecraft blocks, continually resolving to smaller blocks increasing the
resolution in resounding waves; my sense of body ultimately dissolves into a stepped
geometric form reminiscent of a Fresnel lens of a lighthouse light. But oddly
enough I am still aware of my body, I can still snap out of this if I want. This
immersive pseudo-hole doesn’t bear the fiery manic motion of other compounds, I
am distorted and still, there is no twisting, turning tilting, I am just stone
still in my glass sarcophagus; rather I am the glass sarcophagus, that
impossibly has the texture of stiff Styrofoam. I am a buzzing statue. It feels
fucking great. And I can just leave whenever I want. Everything in such beautiful
efficient order. The perfections of proportion and composition highlighted ad
nauseam wherever I looked. I am quite very couchlocked.
The previous confusion has given way to a crystal-clear
lucidity. My mind is stimulated and running, almost psychedelic, effortlessly
stringing together associations and memories like a well-practiced military
drill. I am couchlocked in the sense that I am collapsing into a pit of voxels
wherever I sit, but with my vitreous clear lucid mind I can just will myself up,
snap out of it. A very controllable compound. I get up and walk around just to
see that I can. I am a little uncoordinated and clumsy but not to a destructive
degree.
The whole time I feel like I am at the
precipice the threshold of something extreme, that I will soon plunge into its infinite
depths and that I will be gradually lowered into ever deeper realms of this
compound’s deep infinite vortex. It’s cool to know it’s there, but I have no
particular drive to go deeper. I have taken higher doses of this compound before
and I know just how deep the rabbit hole can go, it is exhilarating to watch it
present itself, like it is truly another realm. My mind feels polished and
smooth. It feels like everything is happening more efficiently.
T1:00- I’m functional, I’m smooth and heavy,
I can sink in and out at will, I feel so powerful. I am reading about the
history of the Mongols (again; I always like to learn more about them when I’m
dissed). I love taking in information. I love imagining from the information I am
taking in. I feel imaginative immersion as though I was a child. It is a golden
delight. I feel like the world around me is sinking into my skull. This is a
very egoistic experience. Solipsistic even. Striated gravity wells in deep forest
green and maroon pour into me from every direction. It is so soft and pleasant.
I am texting friends and being sociable. I am articulate and rational in my
writing. As I perceive it I am not flinging manic excesses or triumphs, just
elated conversation, just a subtle mania creeping through my veins, keeping me
reasonable, rational. It feels restrained and I appreciate that.
T1:15- There is so much weight to this. It is
so easy to get stuck in one place, physically. My limbs all feel so heavy and
it is tiresome to lift them. It’s so so heavy, but I still find it is hard to
really truly sink into a total hole. There is always still a bit of my body,
there is always still knowing that I can just summon total control again. Higher
doses were quite overwhelming but I really still could stand up out of that. I
am meant to still function.
I am thinking about chemistry again, I haven’t
done chemistry for almost a year now but it’s all coming back to me, vivid
memories. I can just pick through them like a video rental. I can think and
talk about chemistry coherently too, converse about it with people. I was never
quite good at chemistry and never quite grasped the fundamentals, but even what
I understand can be processed crystal clear through my mind.
I sense that the enforced segregated perception
of only the present has expanded to me committing my short term memories to
discrete blocks. Everything about this is blocky. The visuals are pixels. The
tactile sensations are voxels. And now my perceptions of time and memory are being
neatly packed into neon crates and set in order.
I don’t feel any strong compulsion to do
anything. I am just listening to music. I feel like I am burning and sizzling
with numb dissociative energy and that warmth is being sheared by a cold sharp
razor wind off a frozen lake. I am content to just be couchlocked and take in
information from all various media and news sources. Exhilarating. The experience
is bright and sharp at the edges, and heavy and concentric at my core.
T1:20- I feel it is starting to smooth out a
bit. I am lucid but also very dissociated. It feels like a dissociation around
the edges- I can maintain focus and composure, I am a raft in a sea of dissociation,
the sun is beating down on me, the weather is beautiful. I can get up and do
anything passably at this point. But I can feel the dissociation in every vein
of my body. There are rushes through it too, there are moments where I feel
like I need to catch mt breath. I feel a little sweaty.
T1:30- I lie and close my eyes again but there
is no particularly forceful imagery. Dulled blues and ruddy oranges. Stepped
and pixelated patterns as expected. I have to urinate frequently. I have no
issue getting up and going upstairs. This is very pleasant. It makes talking to
people on my phone very pleasant. I feel like I can have a good conversational
flow and rapport.
T2:00- It is already a smooth comedown. All
of the previously stated effects recede in equal measure, as a gentle gradient.
Very merciful. I still feel so tight and dissed, I am so off base but I also
feel normal? I am talking to a lot of people online. I find myself stilled. I
don't really want to play video games. I don't really want to do anything. I like
just existing here listening to music.
T2:30- I try to play Simpsons Hit and Run for
a bit but decide I’m not in the mood for silly videogames. It just didn’t
resonate with me, it did not feel like a worthwhile use of my time. There is a
steady downturn, I feel a bit heavy and buzzy and warm.
T3:00- Spouse comes home, Mostly down now,
just a little lingering daze. Eat dinner, not a ton of appetite. But I can do
it.
T4:00- I do dishes, I feed my numerous
predatory arachnids. My coordination feels normal at this point, my mind feels
sharp and focused, making the tasks feel easier. There is no lasting stimulation
at this point. I Just feel a bit numb in my body still.
T5:00- I feel mostly down. There’s a lingering
tightness in my head and numbness in my extremities. I smoke a lot of cannabis.
This actually brings the experience back up, but only the cognitive aspect- the
physical dissociation is long gone. I begin reading online and poring through
the sphere of the modern psychedelic-tech-intelligentsia and rationalist milieu
and feel a burning inadequacy at how little I engage with philosophy, non-drug
neuroscience, neuropsychology and pharmacology, I grapple with not being cut out
for those intellectual spheres, I am a drug addict that only engages with the
information immediate to my primary mission of finding new ways to embellish my
life with pleasure; I design or suggest compounds not for lofty goals of
improvement of the human lot but for my own personal quest to get high and
enhance my life. It’s puerile and narcissistic, but it makes me happy. It’s a
lot to suddenly grapple with, it feels like I have wasted such a good portion
of my brain’s greatest youthful plasticity, that I chose the path of base pleasure
over all else. Shameful. But curiously instead of a depressive spiral as per my
tendency, I feel a compulsion to try and engage with the greater deeper
analysis of the world more, to enrich my mind and grant it food for greater
potentialities. I do something rare for my screen addled attention span and sit
down and read a book in my own house, this time Andrew Gallimore’s fascinating “Reality
Switch Technologies” which I have been meaning to read for months; and this is
something I have observed with previous experiments with this compound, a compulsion
to engage in things that will be meaningful, profound, enriching, that will help
shape and codify and challenge my beliefs and values. Consumption of any
written work feels like a means to this end, at least moreso than endlessly
scrolling social media. It is a euphoric and hedonistic drug for sure, but in
this phase of the experience I genuinely felt a drive to improve my mind and the
ways in which I perceive and engage in the world, and this felt like something
of great value. I fear my capacity for more intellectual and abstract thought
has atrophied from years of base hedonistic abuse of my brain, but this
compound gives me hope that perhaps I can recover some of the energy and drive
that had motivated me before and perhaps could motivate me in the future. My
thoughts feel cold and rational, perhaps this is just an illusion if intellectualism
anchored to rationality but I could genuinely say that my cognitive abilities felt
above baseline functionality.
T6:00 – The dust kicked up by the cannabis
was a brief phenomenon, as it wears off the experience recedes to total baseline.
At this point I don’t feel any specific effects. I am tired.
Conclusion: This is another very unique
compound that contributes to a growing hypothesis of there being vast unknown
frontiers in the world of halogenated arylcyclohexylamines. Lucid, comfortable,
highly euphoric, insightful, and immensely profound. Perhaps what I find most
fascinating about this one are the cognitive enhancing properties- they are not
necessarily automatic or effortless, they must be specifically addressed to manifest,
and they manifest strongest in the latter half of the experience, though I
suspect that lower doses carry this property too without the initial muddling dissociative
confusion. I think this could be a powerful therapeutic tool and a means for
personal development if used properly and responsibly. It also has great recreational
value, although I would argue less so than some existing arylcyclohexylamines,
by virtue of that initial confusion and by making certain activities perhaps
less palatable if they are not fulfilling enough. But alas, I am a sample size
of one, perhaps these effects do not extend to others or were just a repeated
factor of my set and setting. The only thing that can elucidate this is further
study and broader sampling! I think this compound is a delight, it is not
particularly potent but still within a good range for efficiency in production,
it has a fairly short duration, and even if I am perhaps speaking too highly of
it, it is still something valuable and delightful that bodes well for the
development of other halogenated arylcyclohexylamines.
