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If used sparingly and consciously there shouldn't be a problem. A few years ago I also had a blowjob machine "powered by AI". It was good, but the motor gave out fast. I think this stuff can be harmful for people who lack self-awareness and are desperate, artificial stimulation can really disincentivize real work, especially with how advanced the nonsense like AI girlfriends is getting.

He can and he will, there's no law preventing this. There was one guy following him on TruthSocial, but that alone doesn't make someone MAGA. It's NYC after all.

Incidentally I've just had the most amazing Love awakening last night. Also had trouble with that before as almost my whole life I've been dismissing it as something silly. What helped me was a combination of the right psychedelics (large dose and a synergetic mix, but that varies for everyone), having Leo's Self-Love video playing in the background, and general state of mind in the weeks leading up to this - been studying and contemplating many texts and poems, mainly Sufi and Beguines

Whatever your opinion on Trump is, one undeniable thing is he's quite the character. Very entertaining, and like Leo said a fascinating perpetual source of study material on low integrity, self-bias, and other things. And USA is such a shitshow I honestly don't know whether this will benefit or hurt him in the end. MAGA sees the whole system as corrupt, so 'convicted felon' is basically a badge of honor. This year will be interesting.

Sentencing set for July 11th. Some experts seem to be saying that despite the verdict, actual jail time is unlikely. Trump: "I'm a very innocent man"

Some context: this took place around 3 weeks ago. Last summer I acquired 2g of high-purity synthetic NN-DMT, which to my bitter disappointment has not worked, despite trying very high doses via various methods like vaping on emesh/meth pipe and taking it orally with harmala extract. That's not out of the ordinary for me, as I'm also essentially unresponsive to other potent substances such as the 5-MeO series and DPT. I decided to give it one last shot with a ridiculous dose, and failing that, I'd simply wait and donate it to someone that could make better use of it. I took 200mg of harmala extract followed by 400mg DMT 30 minutes later. After that, I shaved, showered, and almost forgot I had taken anything. It was a nice day, so I decided to go to the rooftoop with some food and sunbathe for a bit. Once there, it didn't take long for things to go terribly wrong. By the time I finally decided I gotta get back I was already nearly passing out. Barely made it to my apartment, reality was collapsing all around. Not in a metaphysical sense, that's trivial for me these days. This was far more sinister and palpable, as if pure poison was coursing through my veins. Not sure what's the exact cause of this, perhaps harmala interaction with tyramines. I haven't watched my diet as it wasn't necessary in the past, but that was with lower doses. At home I'm feeling awful, grabbed a bucket to vomit, closed the blinds, applied cold gel, drank water. Couldn't puke, had a sharp pain all around the body, and a very strong feeling like I'm about to die. I take a pyrazolam pill in hopes it'll help. Slipping in and out of consciousness, sweating bullets, mostly paralyzed, lying drooling on the floor barely able to move like in the Wolf of Wall Street Quaaludes scene. Things get even worse. Trying not to fight it to ease the pain, doesn't work. Unknown amount of time passes, I have all sorts of thoughts, life flashing before my eyes. Should I call the ambulance? Or will this pass? Feeling totally on the brink of death, if not within an inch of my life then 2. A scene from a horror manga comes to mind, where a patient in surgery affirms he's going to make it, and there's a tiny ray of hope, but then the doctors say he's done for, which extinguishes the light. Some more time is spent in this state, gradually getting used to the pain, doesn't bother me so much, or maybe it was just so intense that I completely surrendered and stopped caring about dying. In parallel I contemplate why are creatures so attached to life to begin with. At some point there's an inflexion, and all the suffering turns into pure bliss and euphoria, like a tsunami washing over me. I look around my room, vision still blurred, in complete awe. Everything has come full-circle. I spend a good amount of time just enjoying all this in a trance of sorts. Worth mentioning that for the entire trip there was almost zero visuals. Another shift occurs, I'm so overwhelmed with joy that I start rolling around laughing like a complete maniac, hitting the floor with my hands. I get up and do this for probably another half an hour, an epileptic dance all around my apartment, sometimes I lay down, near the toilet, on the kitchen floor, it doesn't matter. Grabbing stuff, feeling its texture, smelling things. Dunno if neighbors can hear all this madness going on but I'm beyond caring. Everything's too good. Ridiculously good. I spend some time caressing my still wet hair, it's so silky soft. On the whole, not even MDMA can match the tactile enhancement I felt. I fall on my couch, a bit exhausted but still full of energy. The fabric is kind of rough, but I'm enjoying even that. I remember Leo's words - "The very fact that there even is an experience, even if it's that of pain, is amazing by itself". That's exactly it. I managed to beat it into my memory and beyond that, so that every time I feel like bitching about something, this wisdom comes up. "No sympathy for the devil. Buy the ticket, take the ride" describes this trip perfectly. That hellish agony must have been the price of admission. Some may call me a fool for being reckless, and rightly so, but that's alright. Whatever happens is for the best. I contemplate all sorts of random things, looking back at life experiences, how great it has played out. Partly due to random chance, the rest due to my own efforts. There's no ego death per se this time, but I recall all the previous ones I had, various aspects of them, which I attempt to formulate together. If there's no 'me', then there's nobody who judges or is selfish and biased, so every experience becomes good. All experience is my experience and all identity is my identity. Simultaneously everything and nothing. Of course all this is easier said than done. But I shall strive to become a receiver of consciousness more and more. The interpreter part, while still has its place, is second order. That way life can truly be lived to the fullest. Bunch of time has passed, I'm still admiring the tactile sensations. I put my leg between my coffee table clamps, which are a bit sharp, and press against them. Pain follows, but that's what I want in that instant. A contrast. That's what it's all about. I move my head to look through the corridor into the kitchen. It seems so far away. Damn it, everything really is perspective, isn't it? Distance, time, all 'objective' things one can think of. I take some time to marvel at physics. The gravity that lets me stay attached to this couch and this planet, the light that lets me see the world, the friction between my skin and this fabric... Then the anatomy. Eyes that receive light, ears that perceive sound waves, the momevent of legs and arms, how precisely I can even move individual fingers and flex their parts. The skin that protects the insides from all sorts of things. The blood cells, bacteria, various organs, how it's all interconnected and working seamlessly in the background. The brain of course, which completes the puzzle. And on a micro level, the DNA folding, it's like a whole goddamn universe down there. At this point I'm thirsty and have a bitterness in my mouth, but I don't allow myself to go quench that just yet. A bit later I finally get up, open the windows, feel the cool evening air. Some time is spent cleaning up the mess I made in the emergency state. Then I finally let myself into the fridge, drinking a sweet strawberry milk. Then I prepare something salty to counteract that. After that, water. Just good old H2O. This mundane stuff is so good. I begin to realize more and more that there's actually no difference between the 10D fractal Infinite Love God realms and this humble earthly existence. Just more perception. The trip ends. There's sure to be more ego backlashes and forgetfulness lying in wait. However a massive step has been taken up the infinite ladder of awakening. Every time more appreciation for existence, more peace, joy, love, compassion, and truth.

To my knowledge DXM more on the unhealthy side than most stuff, especially when it's in cough syrup. People tend to use it because they don't have access to anything better, much like DPH Kriya on a psychedelic sounds fun though, been meaning to try something like that.

35mg of oral DMT sounds abit low. If memory serves, even Leo said to take something like 100mg. I describe some of the 5-MeO stuff in this post: In essence, it's impractical for me to do them. A decent trip would likely require 100+ mg boofed, which would be awfully uncomfortable and perhaps even physically harmful. It's true that I may be missing out on some aspects, but they're replaceable. I've made my peace with all this. There's other substances that work beautifully – 3-HO-PCP, 2C-E, LSD, 4-HO-MET, 2C-B... even the DOx series. Thanks to this tolerance of mine I can safely eyeball them and go really deep, where few would venture. Then there's the entire salvia domain. Seems I've a tolerance to that as well. A fat bowl of 40x extract only got me on the doorstep, after which I pussed out, trusted my intuition, and decided to leave it for now, will surely be coming back later though. Crazy new dimensions to reality will open up, I can feel it. Particularly excited about experiencing myself as inanimate objects and in majorly warped time, like living for multiple decades in a span of a few minutes. Have you heard about Salvinorin B Ethoxymethyl Ether? That may just be THE most powerful psychedelic, making the 5-MeOs look cute. 10x potency of Salvinorin A and several times longer duration. There's maybe 5 confirmed accounts of people ever taking it, with rather wild results. I'm looking to get my hands on it at some point, luckily there's some potential avenues available.

Thanks for your concern . Thankfully even in that state I can maintain enough self-control to not have to worry about stuff like that. By the way, are there specific positing limits per day? I believe I hit around 20 before getting restricted for several hours, couldn't even send messages. Guess the limit is lower for new members?

What initially comes to mind: if we take Truth to mean that everything is one, that you're the only thing in existence, then every evil act you commit is against yourself, which doesn't make sense. Though this misses some nuance, such as when you're at that level, 'evil', 'bad', etc cease to hold any meaning. Perhaps that's where consciousness comes in, you're wise enough to realize that after this experience you'll come back to ordinary human reality where it does matter.

I've done my fair share of them, yes. 7 or 8 different ones perhaps. Combining them with tryptamines can yield some really amazing results, the experience becomes more relaxed. Distant yet present, Even out in public this is useful, for things like social anxiety or observation. 3-HO is my favorite, after that DMXE (that's the one best combined with stuff, as it's milder. 3-HO is super strong on its own). O-PCE and 2F-DCK are most like ketamine, one is just more potent and the other weaker. Otherwise nearly identical even in smell. This chem profile is I think more prone to nausea/headaches, which your experience corroborates. 3-MeO-PCE and 3-ME-PCPy aren't fit for spiritual stuff imo, too manic/stimulating. MXiPr is a bit of everything, possibly similar in DMXE in that it'll shine in combinations. I'll paste some half-baked excerpts/descriptions from my old writings: (about DMXE with 4-HO-MET) (about 3-HO-PCP)

Wrong about the fact that I cannot be wrong (I can) Wrong about the value of humility, compassion, and love (autistically dismissed those as 'girly') Wrong about sustainability of psychedelic mystical states ('chasing the dragon' higher and higher, while blind to the divinity of mundane reality) Wrong about books and similar resources (thought I don't need those, that my own insights and Leo's videos are enough. Now I'm consistently blown away by the kind of wisdom and beauty I'm finding in multi-century old texts, from a wide variety of traditions) I'm also considering that I may be wrong about romantic relationships and general interactions with people, but not quite sure about that one yet, it's in the works.

3-HO-PCP is an amazing dissociative. So multifaceted, some of my best trips have been with it. It's also cheap and relatively harmless.

Far from the most extreme thing I ever done, it was actually very manageable. A nice chill awakening to complete solipsism. But I'm wired in strange ways.

The headspace is what's more similar, and visuals too to some extent. It's not easy to put into words, as shrooms are also fairly similar to both of these, but there's subtle distinctions. IMO the 4-subs are less confusing, your chains of thoughts/insights are more coherent, while shrooms kinda throw you all over the place. Visuals are more colorful and 'warped' I guess? Your experience might be different. I believe part of the reason this comparison is not made as often is people treat 4-HO as almost purely recreational/visual substance, never having gone really deep with it. Much like 2C-B. My top 3 trip was with 2C-B, but on 120mg.

Fumarate can be taken orally. Dosages on PsychonautWiki seem accurate for people with normal tolerance. I've taken something like 90mg for a deep trip, don't do that though. It's solid for consciousness work. People say it's a lot like shrooms, but I think it's closer to 4-HO-MET, just more potent.

Indeed, your examples are pretty strange. All that stuff is child's play compared to the individual and collective evils that have been and will be committed. And what's this about data? The data is neutral, it's your interpretation of it that makes it good or bad. This reminds me somewhat of the Cathar belief that the material world was created by a lesser, evil deity, and the true spiritual realm is that of the real all-powerful God, to which the soul can return upon death of the body, while everything earthly is inherently filthy. Might sound good on paper, but that's just more duality, judgment, and separation.

Another great thing about suffering is it brings you closer to unconditional happiness

Have fun, it's a nice topic. I just wanted to write this warning cause I know a few guys that think of everything in terms of serotonin/dopamine, it's a sad sight.

My experience is somewhat different. Some years ago my social anxiety was bad to the point of being afraid to call the ISP and talk to the tech support person. Now it's all fixed and I can socialize really well without any issues, particularly meeting people where they're at. However it's still an activity that gradually drains energy in the process as opposed to increasing it, like a genuinely enjoyable pastime should. What's more, as I get better at understanding psychology, despite improving my interactions at a surface level, it's actually making them more boring. Before at least there was some mystery, but now that I can read most like an open book, there's not much point to it. You make great observations, but I disagree with "it's making you think like most people". If anything I feel more alien than ever, not in any negative sense though.

Is it just me or has the word "like" been used too many times in this one? Perhaps a consequence of speaking more about personal experiences than abstract topics. Anyway, fantastic video as usual.

I wouldn't get too hung up on this receptor/neuroscience stuff. It's good as general information, same as reading trip reports. But then your actual experience with the substance may differ wildly, a complete 180. There's a community on reddit called r/DrugNerds dedicated to this, lots of data there.

Interesting developments https://www.theguardian.com/world/article/2024/may/28/israeli-spy-chief-icc-prosecutor-war-crimes-inquiry

If I'm wrong about being wrong, am I right?

On moderate doses it's pretty fun, especially lighter stuff like molly. Once I had a 'bad' trip on a train, got a little too deep and I saw the ego of everyone around. Quite the unpleasant sight. Barely managed to get home, everything was drowning in warping colors. Must've looked totally wasted but somehow avoided the cops or death. It's one of those experiences that are useful to have once in your lifetime but no more. Doesn't have to be purely recreational, practically it can be very powerful for curing social anxiety or just observing people in action, many patterns are revealed that usually go unnoticed. Good material for psychological understanding. Especially if you combine for instance tryptamines with dissociatives.