Citation: Doubledoon. "Time Traveling: An Experience with 4-HO-MiPT (exp112605)". Erowid.org. Nov 27, 2018. erowid.org/exp/112605
Time Traveling with 4-HO-MiPT
Background: I've done this substance a few times before this. I've taken 30-35 mg before, twice. Both times were relatively similar to LSD, rather than shrooms, surprisingly. The open eye visuals were less fractally and more like complex shapes made out of simpler, usually angular shapes. I've seen them described as "gothic architecture", and that's pretty close to what it is. I've also seen my bathroom floor turn into a brown ocean, for lack of a better description. CEV wise, I got some pretty awesome fractal visuals, like those youtube videos that deep-dive into a section of the mandelbrot fractal. My previous trip was with 30 mgs of this substance, two weeks earlier.
This trip....wasn't that.
T0/7 PM: I parachute 47 mgs of 4-HO-MiPT. I also licked up a bit of powder that had fallen off my scoop onto the side of the scale, probably about 3-10 mg, so the dose was probably around 50-57 mg in total. I was a tiny bit stoned, but that was all. I also vaped my juul throughout the experience. The plan was to trip until about 1-2 AM, then sleep.
T+0:00-T+4:00: Vaguely visible OEVs, just very slight patterns on objects. I figure this was probably due to the amount I licked up. I was a bit disappointed... eventually chalked it up to a failed trip, for whatever reason or another, so I decided to make an omelet and then go to bed.
T+4:00/11 PM: I'm just finishing up the omelet when I notice..."Hey, why is this omelet 4k HD? What the hel-?". Then, with absolutely no come-up, I begin full-blown tripping. My wood floor starts flowing like a river, my marbled countertop becomes a clusterfuck of dancing dots, the headspace (people say it doesn't have much of one, but at this dosage it definitely did) comes on, and the body high of this substance (which is the best of any tryptamine I've tried so far- it feels like an opiate almost) envelops me. I use the last of my soberness to turn the oven off, put the omelet in the fridge, and then go lay down on the couch and put on some Parks and Rec. The only reason I can think of for the come-up taking this long was that I had eaten a few chips about two hours beforehand, so perhaps it took that long to enter my bloodstream. My first trip with this was right after a full meal, and that only took about 45 minutes to come up. So...who knows?
T+4:30: I'm enjoying the show quite a bit, and basically have a smile stuck to my face for a solid hour. I start thinking about how people watch TV, at its core, because we enjoy watching social dynamics play out in front of us. This makes me feel glad, and proud of humans for enjoying one another that much.
T+5:30: I put on some music to listen to while continuing to watch the TV. After only a little bit though, the music starts to distort a bit, becoming pitched down about a minor third, and the drums become off-beat. It starts sounding more like noise than a familar song, which unnerves me quite a bit, and I turn the music off. Right after I do that, my AC turns on, but it's way louder than it actually is, growing so loud that I can't hear the TV, which, when I turn the volume up, I realize is also pitched down. These audio distortions are really creeping me out (After a brief DPH addiction last year, audio distortions/ hallucinations freak me out a lot), so I leave the TV on, taking note of what point in the episode I'm on and go lay down in my bed in silent darkness.
I'll say this: McKenna knew what he was talking about.
T:5:40: I lay down, close my eyes, and immediately get a rushing feeling, like I'm in some kind of cosmic wind, blowing me out of my body. In front of me is a rotating gothic chrysanthemum. It looks pretty similar to replications I've seen of the DMT chrysanthemum, but more sharp, angular, and ghostly. Every color is incredible- it's like I'm seeing the sum of every red object in the universe, or every blue object.
I'm only looking at this for what feels like a second or two, and then it rotates, crystalizes, and opens up, hurtling me into absolute darkness. I see light in the distance, I rush toward it...then open my eyes, sitting in class on the first day of ninth grade. This entire time, my only thought is "WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK". Time speeds up, and I'm in tenth grade, having a conversation with my friend. I'm still absolutely astonished, but I have some memory of laying down in bed, while tripping, before this happened. I try to open my eyes but... I can't. Thankfully, I don't freak out. I gather myself, realize this is some kind of effect of the drug, and that I should try to pay attention, and see what it has to offer.
Thankfully, I don't freak out. I gather myself, realize this is some kind of effect of the drug, and that I should try to pay attention, and see what it has to offer.
The headspace was more or less like watching a movie, I was just my present self watching my actions through high-school me eyes. There was slight geometry on surfaces here and there, but it was mostly just sober vision. It was like watching a digitally remastered version of your memories.
I won't go into details about what I saw, but suffice to say I relived all of high school. A few parts were at normal speed, some parts were at double speed, but most of it went by very quickly, like 4000x speed.
T:5:40: I say goodbye to my friends, at the last time I saw them all together...and I'm back, in my present day body, laying in bed, tears in my eyes. I get up, and see how much time is elapsed from when I walked into my bedroom. 15 seconds. Fifteen fucking seconds, all of that transpired. I try to consider what the hell just happened, but decide that's not really something I want to do right now. Sober me can think about it.
T:6:00: This is where the trip starts to kind of go downhill. I was planning to be mostly done tripping by now, but that obviously isn't happening. I don't really know when the trip is going to end, and I'm still fully tripping. The visuals start to get kind of annoying, as does the headspace. Thoughts start to creep up in my head- "What if I'm having a psychotic break? What if this is never going to end? How am I going to be a productive person if I'm basically tripping forever?" I pushed the thoughts away, thankfully.
T:9-10:00/4-5 AM: I'm still fucking tripping. The intensity is still there, though it's slowly going down. The sun's up, I can hear birds chirping, and the thoughts earlier start creeping in. I decide to at least try to sleep.
T:11-12:00/6-7 AM: I try to sleep, but I still can't. I have some Xanax, but I wanted to save those for a trip that was overwhelming in its effects, not just annoying as hell. I have two beers (10 fl oz and 4.8 abv each), which kill the trip surprisingly fast.
T:13:00: Finally, sleep.
I woke up feeling pretty tired, but otherwise fine, and relieved that my fears of psychosis were unsubstantiated.
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