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The Grinning Moon and the Cosmic Frequency
by malfunkshun
Citation:   malfunkshun. "The Grinning Moon and the Cosmic Frequency: An Experience with 2C-I (exp105628)". Feb 1, 2020.

T+ 0:00
40-50 mg oral 2C-I (powder / crystals)
  T+ 0:00   joints/cigs smoked Tobacco - Cigarettes (plant material)
  T+ 15:00   oral Pharms - Gabapentin  


By myself at home at about 6:00 pm, I ingested approximately 40 mg of 2ci mixed with a little soda. Maybe 50 mg.

As the trip came on, I found it harder and harder to concentrate on the task at hand, which was reading. This is the common feeling I get when the trip starts, confusion. After about an hour, the trip was almost peaking. It was very hard to focus on any one thing and just have it hold the fuck still. Navigating the dimly illuminated house was a task that required intense conentration. I breifly began to have feelings of guilt about responsibilites that I had been shirking lately. I knew that this was not a good path to go down but the feeling would not go away. I definitely did not want the trip to go in this direction, so I decided to just kick back, hoping that lying down and relaxing would send me into a new phase of the trip.

I stumbled into the bedroom and snuggled up under the covers, and waited for the trip to intensify. The dog came into the room and jumped up on the bed. This surprised the shit out of me at first, but he was in a feisty mood and would not sit still. He kept putting his head under my hand, expecting a good scratch behind the ears, and basically going apeshit on the bed, messing up the covers, putting his wet nose on my hand and on my face, trying to elicit a reaction out of me. It occured to me that this would be a very fun thing to do, to play with this dog right now, and all of the negativity dissappeared. This was a big dog, a black lab, about 70 pounds. So I abandoned myself to pure animal fun. I wrestled with this dog for about an hour, royally fucking up the bed in the process. It was great fun. Finally I realized that the trip was a freight train and there was no getting off, not that I wanted to, and I didn't want to spend the entire night in bed.
I realized that the trip was a freight train and there was no getting off, not that I wanted to, and I didn't want to spend the entire night in bed.
I got up and wandered out to the back patio.

By this time, it had gotten almost dark. There was a crescent moon in the western sky. Everything I looked at cast a tracer, no... multiple tracers, thick self llluminated tracers when I moved. It seemed as though this outside environment was producing decidedly different visuals than inside. Imagine an ornate Indian or Muslim temple. I am not an expert on the artistic decorations common to either so I just go with my gut here. Anyway, the air was filled with patterns of a middle eastern design. Indian was what I thought mainly. Very much like a Persian rug. Patterns flowed through the air in intricate flowing paths, in many different colors, mainly red and green, some blue and yellow. Patterns were everywhere, very definite and clear. It was like middle eastern artwork painting everything I saw, becoming everything I saw. I tried to light a cigarette. I couldn't see the cigarettes or the ashtray. The visuals were this intense. I fumbled around until I actually got a cigarette in my hand and managed to get it lit. Then I sat down and just absorbed everything.

At first, the rapid movement of everything visual was utterly confusing as I moved my head this way and that. I couldn't focus on any one thing. Then I realized that I was fighting it and at the same time noticed the moon. I relaxed my body and stared at the bright crescent moon. Purple tentacles emerged from it from all sides, overlapping each other and coming directly towards me. They looked like they were made out of digital characters of an imaginary language, all flowing together in some kind of high tech cursive script. They undulated and swayed and enveloped me, with the bright source of the crescent moon at the center of it directing their motions. It felt very groovy and I felt like I was being played to by some celestial music source that I couldn't hear. I sat like this for a long time, and features began to build around me. It seemed as though I were in a dark room but lit by various sources, like a dark club. The walls around me were glass and there were other rooms surrounding the one I was in, each glass walled. There was vibrant energy everywhere. I can only compare it to being in a jazz club, very groovy and made especially for me. I only say jazz because it is the only thing abstract enough to compare this experience to. This went on for quite some time with the moon singing especially for me.

Then gradually the trip changed moods. I noticed that this crescent moon resembled a grin. The longer I looked at it, the more absurd this grin became. It reminded me strongly of something hispanic. A funny, fiesta grin hanging in the sky, with bucked teeth. Completely absurd. I stared at it for a long time, trying to figure out what a grin really means, the symbolism of it, how it is one of the most basic things a human baby recognizes when it first becomes cognizant. The fiesta feeling of a corny mexican grin would not leave me. I pulled my gaze away from the grin and looked at the stars. They were all connected by a gauzy but bright multicolored filament. Like a beautiful multicolored web that spanned the sky, with the stars being the points of intersection of the strands. It was all in glorious motion. I looked back at the moon. Now it was not a grin. It was an orb, obviously 3 dimensional, hanging in the sky. The lit part was the face, and it was looking away from me, as if it were purposfully ignoring me, like I was worthless. This was not a negative experience, more like a humbling experience. The moon was looking towards the light source, absorbing the energy all for itself. I could see the unlit part of the moon via the reflection of earthly light. It became a very oppressive thing, hanging in the sky, with me behind it. It no longer resembled a smile. I wondered how I could have ever thought that. This was a heavy celestial object, a thing of power, looking AWAY from me, showing its back to me, with me in its oppressive shadow. I began to wonder about prehistoric people, and how they must have been filled with awe by these celestial objects, not having the slightest clue what they really were. They were the stuff of gods to them, and I understood at that moment how one could worship the heavens and see gods there.

After pondering this for a while, I directed my gaze upward again and just stared at the electric spiderweb of stars. I stared and stared, and after a while became immersed in cosmic waves crashing upon the shore of my mind. The moon was in my peripheral vision, but it had become the center of an immense space station. The cosmic waves which were undulating away from it were like radio waves... a frequency that I was tuned into perfectly. I absorbed this feeling for a long time and became convinced that this was the channel that aliens tuned into when they wanted to party.
I absorbed this feeling for a long time and became convinced that this was the channel that aliens tuned into when they wanted to party.
It was a cosmic vibe and it was hella cool. Completely silent except for the utter clarity of it in my mind. It was the most 'in tune' I've ever felt in my life and I was amazed that this was not a common perception for everybody. I don't know how long I sat there letting the cosmic waves break against my awareness, but eventually I pulled myself together and smoked another cigarette.

At this point I went back into the house and sat down at the pc to check some forums and chat on AIM. I flat out could not see the keyboard. I had to go on feel alone. When I looked at the screen, any attempt to make immediate sense out of what I was reading was futile. I picked up a sketch of an alien head that a friend of mine had drawn to distract me from the chaos of the computer screen and stared at it. The outlines of the simple sketch became precise numbers, silvery and spreading through the picture in a way similar to the Matrix screensaver, but silvery white instead of green and black. It looked as though the numbers were progressing in a random yet ever increasing flow all over the page. It was fascinating to behold. It was as if this simple line drawing had become an extremely detailed piece of CG animation, scintillating and sparkling. Finally I turned my attention back to the computer. It was extremely hard for me to make sense out of the information on the screen, and everything I read on the forums seemed hilarious. By this time, my vision was improving... I guess I was getting used to being in a lit room as opposed to being outside in the dark. I could see the keyboard now, and the keys were on fire. They literally looked as if they were ablaze, the flames undulating and rising up from each key with a fascinating swaying motion. I spent a little while chatting with a buddy on AIM, then I decided to watch Caligula. What an experience that was... Caligula is a quasi porn film but based on a screenplay by Gore Vidal. It is a great movie and stands on its own without any porn.

Caligula is a long movie, about 3 hours. I watched it once and then spent another hour reviewing my favorite parts over again, laughing my fool head off. By this time my trip was just about over and I took a couple of neurontins to help me come down completely. Then I went to sleep at about 9:00 am. I awoke about 7 hours later feeling pretty refreshed and only a little tired. Thats one thing I like about 2CI, my come down is always mild and very easy to deal with. I stayed awake until about 9:00 pm and had a good nights sleep.

This was by far the most interesting 2ci trip I've had yet.

Exp Year: 2006ExpID: 105628
Gender: Male 
Age at time of experience: 35 
Published: Feb 1, 2020Views: 1,111
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