DOB with Psilocybin
July 2017
10:10 PM 2 mg DOB (2,5-Dimethoxy-4-bromoamphetamine)
Sublingual, blotter paper
10:46 PM 2.5 dried grams Psilocybe Cubensis
As with all exhaustive Psychedelic use, the insights become less and less revelatory or profoundly transformative and lead the user back to focusing on the present moment. The insights last night were akin to meditation, that I should be more coherent in the here and now, and that the only time is now. We are here in the eternal present in which past, future, and other directional timestamps are illusions; for we are one with the moment, always.
The most striking features of the DOB experience are its incredibly long onset and duration of action. The excitement emerged in the come-up during which Montana and I made a pizza, started a fire in the backyard, and consumed 2.5 grams each of Psilocybin Mushrooms 45 minutes after dropping the DOB tabs. Along with our fungus we passed a bottle of orange juice back and forth, while proceeding to light sparklers and launch fireworks.
Within the coming hour we noticed our intestines building pressure, riddled with nausea and anticipation; a sincere feeling of “here it comes!” The fire, the grass, and the surrounding trees all began taking on new visual character as we fell steeply into a peaceful, stimulating, and very analytic mindset. I glanced up to see moon-lit clouds flowing with one another amidst twisting, rolling visuals blending them together in the atmosphere. The trip was building.
I soon recognized I couldn’t keep fighting the nausea and any hope of it subsiding was going to require a bowel movement. I normally prepare strictly to avoid such an instance because shitting while tripping is a trip in itself. I stumbled inside and took the throne. Being alone so intimately and privately with only your thoughts, and the lights and sounds of a bathroom, can become maddening. I glanced in front of me to see the walls breathing and drifting. The rectangles of tiled wallpaper started radiating green and pink hues. The world looked wet and slippery instead of having a traditional panoramic grid-like view. Indeed a peculiar set of hallucinations, far from the likes of common Psychedelics.
I’m returned to the reality of things and my altered conditions solely by the foul stench of my own bodily output: the rectal aftermath of hemp protein, kale shakes, and cheese pizza. Nothing is more Zen than going to the bathroom; it’s one convincing way to know you’re alive. “How long have I been in this bathroom? I hope I don’t get lost in here!” I swiftly noticed in this train of thought— I’m tripping nuts! After quickly wrapping up and wandering back outside, it became clear Montana was on the same page.
We hung out around the fire, tossing in fireworks and burning some old overfilled notebooks in need of being discarded. After hours of getting eaten up by insects we moved the party inside, deciding to listen to music through headphones in the dark. Here the visuals and internal scope were intriguing but not particularly intense. Although loosened ego boundaries were apparent, it was nothing completely ego-dissolving like the classical hallucinogens. DOB made me feel like I should have been watching National Geographic and dissecting the natural world in Darwinian fashion. I soon stopped my music and contemplated in the eerie silence.
Eventually we turned the lights back on and removed our headphones to hear a Ram Dass lecture on a Bluetooth speaker. His speech touched on such topics as death and impermanence, the process of life, reincarnation, and cultivating a personal ambiance of grace, love, and compassion. Just before 6 AM the rising light of a new day sun came over the horizon, etching the sky in tapering shades of blue, purple, and black. No matter how many times I’ve seen the sunrise concluding a psychedelic trip its magic never fades. Our familiar solar disk that brings life to Earth had drawn out all crepuscular species and the environment was now infested with the lively activities of birds, squirrels, cats, and insects. Observing artifacts of the natural order, a living work of art as it were, unfolding before my tired eyes was absolutely beautiful. In the words of the aforementioned Ram Dass lecture Montana and I were “…seeing the divine plan made manifest, again.”
Overall I found DOB to be almost boring for the duration. Affinity for music, visual arts, tactile sensations, or for community were not superbly amplified. The experience did, however, yield positive emotional affect and a sense of inner peace. As far as body load I continued to have gas accompanied by abdominal pressure throughout the night. DOB provided a great deal of mental clarity, whereas the added mushrooms definitely contributed some mind-fog and they didn’t bring out as much emotional depth as I had anticipated. Next time I think I will save the DOB for micro-dosing to gain energy and creative thought processes, or for a combination with LSD.
With regards to 2CB and DOM, I found DOB to be extremely similar in character, that is…somewhat flat and emotionless, and had the same visual hallucinatory property of everything taking on a very wet appearance. In relation to LSD I find the only compatible descriptions are duration of action (very long, 12+ hours), the form of administration (liquid on blotter paper), and a mindset inclined to examine and interpret topics or situations with new perspectives. Both drugs seem to be effective for glimpsing into the workings of one’s psyche, with acid still being the victor. I remain doubtful of any further comparisons between these two substances. I understand how DOB would have not been nearly as popular as LSD, how it would not have been catalyzing any countercultural movements, and how most people to ever use this chemical were curious and devoted Psychedelic users or people sold "bad acid." All in all interesting, but nothing groundbreaking.
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