DOSE: T+ 0:00	30 mg	oral	2C-T-7	(pill / tablet)
T+ 2:15	1.0 g	oral	Mushrooms - P. cubensis	(plant material)

BODY WEIGHT:

145 lb

I decided to see TooL on May 16th this year in our capital city, Vienna. I saw them one time before, totally sober, on 'Rock im Park'-Festival in Nürnberg, juz playin for bout an hour, but the show was something like my first contact with my own body-originated-hallucinogens, and very hypnotic with the strobo and the overwhelming visualizations. I had 'ordered' 2-c-t-7, which is completely legal in Austria, but it’s not available here, because the substance isn’t really infamous in this part of the world, thru a German friend. . . approx. 30mg. The tabs arrived, white colored, without printing. 1 tab was crushed, probably due to transport. So I dissolved the tabs in water, in the train’s toilet, where I decided to down that ugly tasting stuff, sure it doesn’t offend your tongue and gum like some fresh boiled cacti, but shroomz taste way better than T7, at least when the tabs are dissolved in water. I began to notice the first FX still being on the train to Vienna with my fellas (bout 10-12 people. . . 4 from my band LeAK). I’ll give you a translation of my original notes, explanations in brackets]:

16.15: Ingestion of 28-30mg dimethoxy-N-propylthionphenethylamine (2-c-t-7) Good atmosphere (set+setting optimal)

17. 23h: I don’t think the guy ripped me off, comes up very slow, mescaline was much faster. . . funny feeling (tingling?) in the (back)head. No optic shifts now, no nausea, no convulsions, thoughts['thought patterns'] get mellow(er), kinda pressure on my throat's main artery (->mescaline. . . )

18. 07h: First effects!;optical;3D:) ; [I remember standing in the train station hall, after some slight and short nausea(nearly not noticeable) and anoretic feelings, staring at the skycraper-high/deep? tiles on the ground, recognizing that the stuff’s working pretty fine and I’m gettin some serious optic, even if it’s not that overwhelming visual enhancement i’m used to from high mescaline doses. My thought patterns are very clear, I didn’t smoke my super skunk on the train, like the others. The words 'mescaline light' flash into my mind and remembering me of the second time I had contact with the holy cactus, some expensive powder capsules from NL, giving me

a pleasant, chilly 'demo-version' of mescalitos world. Depth of hue is increased, everything’s glowing, at least a lil bit, colours are rich and awesome. The metallic escalator gave me a whole mescaline spectrum of colours, this still happens with escalators, even if I'm sober. . . ]

18. 30: more FX, very mescaline related, thoughts still 'untouched'; I'm very euphoric 'inside'. [The FX got more intense, then dropping of for a while. . . due to adrenaline, because of the show, I was very excited, which is common for people suffering from ads/hyperactivity, and I still hoped that Meshuggah would do support. . . I lost the 'focus' for the trip, concentrating on the TooL show, but the trip should last for longer I'd ever have expected and come back after the show, as I soon will notice. . . We’ve smoked sum skunk and I ate sum shroomz [bout 1g], ‘cause our 'first guitar', Zoy, had some with him, tripping at least for the last hour, offering me the shroombaggy. . . Pablo, the support band was real crap and I hope they’ll never play again on a stage, especially not as 'replacement' for Meshuggah, and 'support' for TooL. . . ]

23. 37h: Boah. concert was juz ingenious. trip wasn't very manifested on the show, except for: LATERALUS; CEV's en masse [I can't assume that's right. . . I had awesome CEV's the whole show, sum slight OEV's, colours were glowing, bright and shimmering, LOTS of energy and a very pleasant (->THC?) body load. But the definitive peak was LATERALUS, becoming one concentrated energy singularity, making a wide circle around me in the mosh pit, without shoving, juz pushing away the overloaded crowd, unbelievable energy streaming thru me, eyes closed, throat wide open and yelling out the colorful patterns into the fluid air, I was performing kinda cosmic ritual without even knowing, communicating with my activated kundalini, which is another story, realizing the plasmatic energy stream in my spine, giving me strength of 3-4 men(no exaggeration!), still successfully defending the perfect circle around me. I saw the core of myself, connected with the elementary core of the universe, a permanent fluorescent energetic stream/line consciousness within my soul’s shell gyrating and vibrating inside a complex powerful organic machine, pure insight. . . it was a very pleasant, glowing experience and totally unexpected from this subtle substance, not to mention it's completely indescribable. ]

The set list (not the correct order):

Tick’s n Leeches (I think this really was the opener, after a tremendous drum solo. ) The Grudge; 4° Stinkfist Schizm Parabol/Parabola LATERALUS [break with Parabola video] TRIAD+Reflection Merkaba (???) Opiate;

[TooL had a good time on stage, at least that’s what it looked like. . . the light was great, the visualizations even better and more compelling than the last time, the music was juz incredible. . . they played for bout 2 and a half hour, with the break and really kicked ass. . . probably I forgot sum songs in the electric heat of the show. . . TooL really was a hallucinogenic experience, even if I would have been sober . . . ]

after the concert: mescaline light; clear head; good optic; pure mescaline colours.

[I wrote sum kinda german 'poetic' (???) prosa, while 3 of my companions tried to sleep, I had to keep an eye open and my ears plugged into Aenima. . . you can try to translate, but I think you’ll have a hard time. . . I had pretty cool effects, getting more and more intense each hour I didn’t sleep, instead smoking MJ;) The next day, I couldn’t recognize a face more than 12 feet away, because of the heavy visual FX, colors glowing and blurring, tracers everywhere, dry eyes, extreme body load, slight convulsions and muscle jerks. . . I had no sleep for 42 hours, +24h tripping on T7 and heavy skunk. . . my energy level was still good, at least not that phucked up I expected. . . I could even do the rehearsal. . . all in all an unforgettable experience. conclusion:T7 is good stuff, I’ll give it another try another time in a calm environment. . . ]

- 293

Zerronnen in den Strömen, geflutet von gleißender Wärme, erfüllen
sich Wünsche aus alten Tagen, Visionen antiker Städte auf
aztekischen Wänden und Böden verlaufen in Spiralen angewandter
Quantenphysik, tauchende, schwimmende, fließende Schemata bersten
am sumerischen Fels der Mauern, sinkend, in die entfaltete
Mechanik des wiedergeborenen Spektraluniversums, zerbricht die
illuminierte Welt des Verstandes in Gleitbildern der ewig präsenten Fluoreszenz.
Zuckende Schnapsschüsse und fragmentarische Skizzen der
Erkenntnis zersetzen sich zu Wellen aus Harmonie und Stille.
Entmaterealisierter Körper schwindet zum fleischlosen,
losgelösten Geist, entledigt sich seiner peripher-gewordener
Hülle um aufzusteigen in unbegreifliche Höhen und sich zu
vertiefen in den neugeschaffenen phosphorgleich Ritzen der
endlich gefundenen Zwischenwege, gebogene, verzerrte Hintertüren zum plötzlich überblickbaren
Selbst. Bewußtsein. Segmentierte Stereoskope der anerkannten
Wahrnehmung durchbrechen die geheimgehaltenen Barrieren des
vorzeitlichen Egos. Unterminierte Pfade zur gefangenen Realität werden sichtbar für
Momente undefinierbarer Ekstase und Euphorie im
wankend-wechselnden Spiel der mentalen Sperr-Feuer-Werke.
Metamorphosen der universellen Geometrie diffundieren im
rekursiven Kielwasser einer verflüssigten Sturmfront der
Supersymmetrie. Kaskaden aus beschützender Geborgenheit, -vertrauter Anblick der
expandierenden Pupillen -, überströmen die hypersensibilisierten
Sensoren der Sinne im neuronalen Gewitter des cerebralen Kerns um
in den schwingenden Schleifen der Gedankenführung zu
transzendieren. Zitternde Lamellen der in konzentrischen Kreisen entweichenden
Farbosmose des Äthers der miasmischen Singularität.
Vibrierende Hologramme brechen die kalten Hüllen der quälenden
Maschinen auf, um sie von ihrer sinnlosen Bürde zu befreien und
erwecken sie durch reflektierende Plasmaschmetterlinge aus ihrer
erzwungenen Stasis. Kräfte aus fremdartigen Quellen sezieren im purpur-grünen
Sternenlicht der atmenden Spiralarmgalaxien chaotische System und
Quasare von unerforschter Herkunft. Imaginäre Rätsel, beantwortet im Hinterhof des bewegenden
Kaffeehauses, verblassen und formen subtile Gestalten aus
brachliegenden Ressourcen. Motivierte Stimulation des vertikal-strömenden Bewußtseins
verzehren atrophierte Dogmen, Kodizes obsoleter Traditionen, um
sie an ihre frisch erschaffenen Axiome aus psychogener Energie zu
verfüttern. Serenaden kosmischer Kraftwerke generiere die gewaltlose
Extinktion des modernen Denkfehlers. -
11 0 7 a. k. a. haubi

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 17368
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Jun 14, 2005	Views: 7,762
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