Citation: Moonsweat. "Emerald Buddha: An Experience with bk-2C-B, Cannabis & Meditation (exp105436)". Erowid.org. Oct 25, 2019. erowid.org/exp/105436
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This is about an accurate account as I can give for something that really flipped my life upside-down. Before this experience, I really was a nothing-burger. Now that's not to say that I'm necessarily a something-burger now, but everything is different. This trip signaled the end of my desire to push the psychedelic experience (maybe forever?).
All of this timing is a very rough estimate because I wasn’t interested in writing anything down.
Just to provide a short background, prior to this experience I had been hammering away at psychedelic adventures for about a year and a half. I never did anything with people. Every trip was experienced alone, mostly at night, mostly with ear plugs in. My earlier trips where hours of listening to krautrock and then doing my own musical stuff.
Eventually, I realized that I needed to shut up and use this as a tool to dig deeper inside me and went back to alternating between ambient/trance music and silence (as best as could be managed). I started to fiddle with an “intuitive” yoga (usually with mushrooms) where I would just let my body move however it wanted to. This largely manifested as spinal/pelvic rotations followed by extremely intense rushes of heat (literally like being burned from the inside). Sometimes I would start throat singing or just droning a vocalized “AHHHH” sound. My primary tool for all of this was mushrooms, with the odd Salvia flirtation and a few other experiments that were too underwhelming to report.
I eventually hit a point where I came to the conclusion that mushrooms were not doing what I wanted them to do. I frequently experienced a gnosis-like understanding and frequent merging with white orbs. I can’t say it wasn’t really great. I certainly began to think differently and had some pretty neat ideas about stuff, but after 25 mushroom trips (averaging 3-5g dried), I didn’t really feel that different outside of a non-peak experience. Especially with the passage of enough time, mushrooms usually left me with nothing beyond a vague sense of “knowing” something important
Especially with the passage of enough time, mushrooms usually left me with nothing beyond a vague sense of “knowing” something important
without being able to clearly hold it in my mind.
Anyways, sorry if this is getting a little bit on the rambling side. My point is that before this BK-2CB experience, I had at least been around the psychedelic block a few times. I should also mention that I was a daily cannabis user throughout this.
So, now on to BK-2CB.
I had tried this substance about five times prior with largely underwhelming results. My first experience (120mg) was great. Very similar to maybe 1.5g of mushrooms with a clear amphetamine drive to it. But, the four following it (ranging 100mg-300mg) were very underwhelming and nothing I would call psychedelic. So this trip I’m about to get into (eventually!) was met with very little anticipation on my part. I even had my shoes on expecting to go for a nice walk with some energy boost and mild colour enhancement.
Setting: Home, late afternoon. Pleasant summer day. Full moon. Had a coffee around 4pm.
6pm - One packet of Emergen-C (multi-vitamin/electrolyte) with glass of water.
6:30 - Two Tums (to aid absorption)
7:00 - 400mg BK-2CB (powder) choked down with water (seriously disgusting)
7:30 - few hits of a joint to calm some nausea
8:00 - feeling jittery with some jaw tension. Doing some light stretches to help
9:00 - feeling very light, everything has a pinkish violet hue to it. Everything seems “close” to me like it’s a part of me in some way. Things vibrate. Turning awareness inside, feeling very emotionally closed and sad. Lump in throat. Start doing the spine/pelvic twists I always do with mushrooms.
9:30 - few more hits of joint. Listening to music. Trying to open throat/heart area. Begin weeping at some emotional things I’d been dealing with. Lost in the experience of crying for some time. Profound sense of letting go. Scanning through life and apologizing (compulsively) to people from my past. Chest opens and I’m lost in music for a while.
11pm - Thinking the trip should be over soon and stop listening to music. Turn lights on and prepare to come back. Feeling very warm and happy. Very emotional trip but not much psychedelic seeming stuff. Feeling very “wide” like I was somehow on the Earth and orbiting it at the same time.
At this point, I really don’t understand what happened as it should have been over or on its way down.
11:30pm Took another package of Emergen-C with a hit of cannabis. Sat down to do some sitting meditation with some ambient music on (seven fields of aphelion in case that matters). Eyes closed, I became aware of a violet-pink flame from where people claim the root chakra is, moving up through to the top of my head.
(I should mention that at this time I had only a vague passing interest in eastern spirituality. I used to practice Buddhist meditation, but hadn’t been involved in that for a number of years. I was always a spiritual person, but I never held the forms of spirituality to much esteem. I meditated for the basic stress relief and not much beyond that.)
I’m not going to bother with timing here because time became meaningless and I have no idea when or even where I was. After observing this flame running through me, a clear thought popped into my head: “During the night of his supposed enlightenment, the Buddha left an imprint of his energy body in the singularity which can be accessed at any time in any space” At that instant, a figure identical to the Emerald Buddha statue (which I honestly was not even aware of before this) appeared in front of me. I can’t remember if my eyes were closed or not. I had the distinct impression of being in India (I’ve never been so I don’t know what that means). Time stopped and my vision was filled with a rippling grid-like pattern of violet-pink light. I felt intense heat in my chest and a masculine voice entered my mind (originating from the right-side of my body). My mind was flooded with an almost unbearable stream of information largely focused on what I now know as kriya yoga (in terms of how life is put together). The voice told me that I had found what I was looking for and in this space I was capable of anything. ANYTHING.
The voice then said I could go if I wanted to. Just leave the body and never return. I could not accept this. The fundamental difference between this and visions during mushrooms was that mushrooms always had this very magical other-worldly fantasy vibe to it. This all seemed plain as day and very “real”. The voice said I was not ready for this energy and needed to fix my body and mind. This was obvious as I was just totally unable to accept this was happening and that deep stab of fear hit me as I thought I must have lost it. “That’s it”, I thought. “I’m gonna be stuck here forever and they’ll lock me up”. I then became someone named Roger, whom I subsequently pushed out of me. I then engaged in what I thought to be some kind of energy battle with a nasty Shaman in Peru named San Rafael until a male and female figure entered my mind (the emerald Buddha figure had since departed my awareness) and calmed me down. They said I was way out of my depth engaging someone like this and that I should return and let them handle it. I dozed briefly on the floor and came to around 6am. I took some melatonin and dozed for most of the next day. Restless sleep that night.
The following day I felt absolutely amazing. I felt that everything was exactly as it should be and that I was done with psychedelics. I felt like I was made of air and the spiritual seeking program had ended. I spent the following week in a constant state of bliss, oblivious to everything going on around me.
I spent the following week in a constant state of bliss, oblivious to everything going on around me.
At the time I had no job and soon it struck me that I needed to find one. This was like a hook in my chest dragging me back down. Long story short, I resisted being pulled down as long as I could until I decided to come back on (somewhat) my own terms. I ended up doing Ayahuasca as my first attempt to come back. I then, tried a low dose mushroom trip (which was bizarrely harrowing) and finally took MDMA (that did the trick and I was firmly back in my body after that).
I’ve since had to decrease my cannabis use as I began having rather alarming mystical experiences on weed alone (not all the time though). I have zero desire to try psychedelics again as I’m convinced I will leave my body (like for real) and someone will find my rotting corpse somewhere. I don't mean I'm afraid I will leave. I 'know' I will.
I think this BK-2CB mixed with cannabis, the right kind of music and meditation is the magic combo. I don’t know if that was just something peculiar to me and my previous experiences or what. I also was left with the impression that the full-moon was a very important part of it.
7 months later and I’m still a completely different person at a very fundamental level. Regardless of whether the content was all bullshit, something important happened to me. It’s a long way down when you’re that high and I fell pretty hard. I was keenly aware of how close I really did come to completely losing it.
See you on the other side.
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