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2CB
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For me, 2C-B seems to be in a different league from all other drugs.
No other experience has come close to that of 2C-B. Superficially,
it seems to lie somewhere between MDMA and psilocybin, i.e. it is
both entactogenic (in a way I find more wholesome and satisfying
than MDMA or MDE) and psychedelic. Unlike psilocybin, it leaves
the ego much more intact - the mind remains clear and comfortable
throughout. Unlike MDMA it is unlikely to cause inappropriate
emotional bonding between people - only to encourage appropriate
bonding.
My first experience with 2C-B was with four doses, each of about
20-25mg of the hydrochloride, spaced by 40 minute intervals. The
experiment was conducted in private with one other person.
Because of the spaced doses, the onset was gradual and gentle.
I was slowly lifted out of my ordinary life, and taken to a
state of pure heaven. Laurie Andersen once said "Paradise is
like where you are right now, only much much better" and this
about sums it up. Everything around me was somehow transformed
into absolute perfection. There were mild visual distortions
which were tasteful decorations but in no way got in the way.
All sensation became the most pleasurable possible - food,
touch, sound, sight, sex were all simply perfect, but none
of this was at all overwhelming. Throughout I remained totally
calm, rational, and in control, just feeling better than I
have ever felt before. There was a sense of "this is the best -
I have finally arrived - I am complete and need never look
further than this." 2CB is heaven, but it is also mundane -
there are no fireworks, no fake euphoria - the change is
so subtle you could almost forget it is there. We weren't
moved to do anything differently - just to exist in this in
this beautiful state and behave normally.
With one foot in heaven and one foot on earth, just after the
peak, I found myself in a state of introspection. I felt so
indescribably emotionally beautiful that it brought me to
tears. Then, all the cares and worries of recent weeks came
flooding at me, but not at an unbearable rate. It was as if
the 2C-B were saying "I have given you 2 hours of perfect
bliss, but you are about to return to your normal life. Here
are some issues which are bothering you, and now is the
perfect time to do something about them". The self-analysis
was honest and useful - not distorted and certainly not
superficial - and it was compelling and motivating.
The comedown was slow and gentle. There was no sense of loss,
no desire to regain the state immediately (or at all!); on
the contrary, the subtle return to normality was welcome.
Every state between heaven and earth felt just right.
If it is impossible to adequately describe any drug induced
state in words, this is doubly true with 2C-B. For me, the
2C-B experience is unparalleled, so I would recommend that
people try it. Some do not seem to enjoy it, some do not seem
to understand it, but many do.
A few final notes: My experiences suggest that there is nothing
that can be added to the 2C-B experience - nothing can make
it better than it is, and so all other drugs should be avoided
contemporaneously. Also, insufflation seems to increase the
potency 2-3 times, as well as somewhat shortening the duration.
The onset is rapid (half to three minutes) and somewhat disorienting,
and can approach the feel and intensity of smoked DMT, particularly
in a visual sense. The burning pain associated with snorting 2C-B
can detract from the experience initially.
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Jeremy
Newsgroups: alt.psychoactives
Subject: Re: 2CB
Date: 23 Apr 1994 09:12:16 -0700
2cb unfortunately is now scheduled. I had the opportunity to
experience it about a year ago before scheduling and I'll tell you a bit
about it.
A friend of mine and I weighed out 25mg each and proceeded to
ingest it via insufflation. Needless to say, it was the most painful
annoying long lasting burn I have ever felt. It burned my sinuses and all
the way down the back of my throat as I got the "drips". My face felt like
it was going to fall off. Combine this with virtually instant
disorientation and nausea, you get two guys that are scared shitless. I've
done my share of excessive hallucinogen doses. But this didn't even come
close to comparing to any of them. It felt like we jumped out of a
building and were free falling faster and faster into a psychedelic world
which didn't seem all that great in lieu of the aforementioned symptoms. I
was actually pretty sure we had od'd and contemplated calling 911.
Unfortunately, I couldn't even make it to the phone if I tried. We had a
sober friend watch us and make sure we were physically ok. As the trip
picked up speed and intensity, shit got really strange. On most
hallucinogens, you can make things move if you stare at em for a bit, but
in this world, EVERYTHING is moving and doesn't stop. Which made me start
to feel motion sickness. I saw 4 foot fluroescent spheres float by with
intricate fractal patterns on them. Our 'guide' wasn't all that bright and
was flipping tv channels and stopped on True Stories of The Highway
Patrol. Not a good thing to watch in this state of mind. We then proceeded
to wheel of fortune where I can swear the people were in the middle of the
living room and letters were flying by us. The experience was like going
from sober to 1000mcg in about 5 minutes. It was actually pretty scary
because we both thought we'd finally done it and were gonna die. But we
were too tweaked to express it. About an hour into it, we realized we were
going to live and the nausea and burning had for the most part subsided,
save the fact that my nose and sinuses were swollen for about 2 days.
After about an hour, it gets kind of like an intense LSD trip.. the
coolest thing is there is really no analytical game playing as with LSD
and you can pretty much discuss what's going on with a good deal of
coherence. The effects dropped off pretty rapidly and by the 4 hour mark
we felt almost totally sober.
I've done 2cb via capsule and have never had it affect me that way
at even 2 and 3 times the dose. It's something I'll never do again because
of A. the pain and B. the intensity. It was too much too fast. I might eat
it again though if it ever becomes unscheduled ;). I did notice something
interesting though. At sea level, a 20 mg dose is pretty mellow... kinda
like LSD but feels more like Mescaline. Yet, we also did it at a
campground in the mountains 6000 feet up. It took under 20 minutes to hit
orally while at sea level it was over an hour. Mind you both times this
was done with a full stomach with exactly the same type of food. I thought
it curious that it was so much more intense at altitude than sea level and
know it wasn't just a fluke situational thing.. any ideas?
Have fun.. good luck and be careful. If you're gonna snort it, be prepared
for lots of pain and a 50% chance of hurling. Also, don't do what a guy we
know did and call 911 because he thought he was gonna wig out. He got
transported to the hospital and by the time he got there about an hour had
gone by and it was tolerable. Needless to say, he felt like an idiot.
Moral: No matter where you are, hold tight, about an hour into it.. you'll
mellow way out.
It's also kinda hard on the body too.. really tweaky. Nice thing about it
is, that when it's over, it's over. No lingering head buzzing and loops
like the end of an LSD trip where you're no longer hallucinating but are
still unable to sleep. This stuff has a really sharp peak and drop off.
Peace.
M.
Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1993 21:08:01 -0400
Subject: 2CB + E + THE ORB = ??????
Hey Folks,
OK, so this is pretty wierd but its part of some stuff that a few friends of
mine in Oz and I keep sending to each other to ( sort of ) describe what we
get up to in various parts of the world. It attempts to give the feel for the
ORB concert some chemicals & I recently attended in New York city. For those
of you who wondered what 2CB and E were like, well, this is how it seemed for
me. Sure, it was heaps better and there was more to it but this pretty well
says it all without the clinical analysis type postings we've been
experiencing ( yeah, like my first one on Sunday after I woke up :).
Hope you enjoy it, I had fun just remembering it all as I typed it in :)
Grant
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All around him is dark yet he can sense the many people he shares
the space with. His hands raise above his head and the laser pops
flash as he presses the buttons with his complaining, over-worked fingers.
Someone must be getting his signal, here or in another land, another
dimension, a place where even now the sun is shining and the air
is warm... He has gathered together with like-minded folk to
worship shared gods. They are gathered close to the front of a
large hall in the lee of a great dias, monolithic towers looming
on either side. A movement on the raised platform draws his attention
as he again ignores the sweat running over his body from his manik
exertions during the previous bout of music. His vision blurs from
the 2CB he has consumed in epic quantities, his gestalt grows to
surround those around him as the E he has also recently taken
makes contact with the ids of other partakers of the blessed E. A
lithe figure beside him returns his grin - who could she be???...
The movement becomes figures as two gurus approach their respective
altars, priests ready to sacrifice to the great god of techno - arcane idols
are placed around the altars, a chicken and some sheep. A beanie
wearing head appears over the edge of the altar on the left and its
hands are raised - to the right, another figure seems to be doing
the same. Discs of some bizzare plastic substance are placed on the
altar and the priests of Techno begin their ritual - music swirls and
sounds emerge. The crowd screams and the trance begins as more and more
people join the rapidly increasing numbers of space cadets, launching
to a higher orbit. Lights flash and the music lifts, carries, drags
the listener into greater and greater stages of bliss. Forgotten
words are exchanged with those around him as auras of pure joy increase
around his being. The crowd sways and people moan, screaming out in joy
as familiar riffs and samples boom out from the massive towers around
the altars. He is joining in, his laser pops flashing and waving,
disappearing into his mouth as he sucks greedily on the watermelon
candy, its light illuminating his cheeks. Above him, the priests are
engrossed in their rituals as discs are spun and exchanged...
Suddenly a crackle and the sound distorts somewhat, never becoming the
same again as the assistants to the priests become over-zealous in
their attempts to overwhelm & entrance the adoring crowd below...
Looking at the lights, his head back, and the 2CB cuts in again, his
mind stepping even further out of his body, only to be bought back
lovingly by the music to find his body swaying and feet moving to the
groove... Again and again he soars to higher orbits as he shares the
adventure with those around him. The music peaks and his body goes
with it, his mind engrossed in the images and sensations surrounding
him... Lights flare around him and he is bathed in their glow, bizzare
images that do not seem real leaping into view, burned forever into
his retinas... Higher and higher he soars in his capsule, sharing
grins with those around him, all engrossed in the vibes the priests
are producing from their altars...
Suddenly, it is over. It has lasted for ever but was over in seconds.
He wonders why it can't go on - thunderous roars as the priests step
back from their altars, their tasks done, as another soul steps
forward to take their place. The crowd dies down, many turn to leave,
and as the music starts up again, he begins to dance harder than
before the show, harder than he ever has before, as the incredible
energy he has stored up during his worship is released through his
feet and hands. The crowd parts, many join the dancing, but some
begin to leave. Eventually the music changes and the vibe has broken,
never to really return, it is gone, lost, but it will return on
another night...
He grabs a drink of water and washes his parched throat, standing on the
side of the crowd watching, wishing he had the energy to get into the
hardcore. Eventually it returns and after time spent mumbling with
friends off the floor ( a floor where the vibe has turned ugly and the crowd
is pushing, hogging their space and hating those around them ), he rejoins a
somewhat emptier, happier floor and begins dancing to the beat once again,
not as ecstatic as before, but the energy is there to use...
He finds himself standing, the residuals of the 2CB washing over him.
It makes him want to hug and cuddle but there is no-one there he feels
comfortable with, his friends are scattered and the others in the
crowd are strangers, he has no desire to make a fool of himself or
screw up someone else's night, so he keeps his desires to himself,
pulls inwards and watches, feeling a little sorry for himself...
Suddenly, a friend is before him waving wildly "Come on, you Ozzie
bastard!" and he is dragged back into the centre of the floor, pointed in
the direction of the dias. SHOCK! One of the altars has been removed
and a new guru stands at the remaining slab, spinning music he can
move to. He grins at his friend as the smoke rolls over them and
the lights flash around. His laserpops shine beams of light through
the cloud and he begins to move his hands madly around him, sending
shafts of color out through the mist. Happiness returns thanks
to the music and his friend, he dances on until the music stops,
the plug is pulled and the crowd is cheering the guru, sharing his
anger at the rude method used to end his act...
Eyes blinking wearily, it is 6:15am and he is one of the last to
leave. His friends are nowhere in sight and the queue for the after-
hours stretches before him across the street. He can remember all he has
seen, heard and felt, almost every minute of the 7 hours can be recalled, but
it all seems so short, why can't it go on forever? The vibe is gone and
he has things to do later today, he starts walking down Broadway and by 7:30,
he has arrived at the World Trade Center where his friend's appartment
awaits....
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>Thanks for the mailing -- yes, I am very much familiar with the
>new drug NEXUS. I had received a copy of a mailing sent to
>[Person X] who had received a brochure and a
>set of three capsules. He sent me copies of everything, and I
>agree with you that since cathenine has no meaning, brominated
>cathenine also has no meaning. Cathenone and cathine are real,
>but cathenine is a non-word. [Also, Cathenone is aka cathinone]
>And then I received a promotional mailing out of Los Angeles,
>probably similar to the one you [actually, someone in Florida]
>received, quite slick, and there was a personal letter attached,
>soliciting a promotional comment of some kind.
>I ran the base extract on one of the gelatin capsules, and it
>was 2,5-dimethoxy-4-bromophenethylamine, or 2C-B. Something of a
>shame, in that if this drive for commercial exploitation is a
>success, it will certainly force the Federal authorities to do
>something, and the something will surely be the scheduling of
>2C-B. A shame to have that particular compound join the others
>in the illegal bin.
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