DOSE: T+ 0:00		oral	2C-B
T+ 1:30		oral	Alcohol - Hard
T+ 1:30		smoked	Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

165 lb

I have taken 2C-B around 10 times, almost always in the 15-25mg range, and the majority of these experiences have been extremely positive. The effects have usually been slightly less visual than LSD for me, but more clear-headed and with less tendency towards fear or paranoia. I have found this to be an ideal drug for raves and concerts, providing an energetic and meditative headspace synergizing excellently with music and dancing.

On this particular Friday night, I'd planned to go to a rave with two of my friends, A. and S. S. brought over a new batch of 2C-B he'd received, and we decided we'd test it and try some out if it was clean. We did some reagent tests which looked encouraging (Froehde and Marquis, with no reaction from Simon or a fentanyl strip). A. showed up having already taken a small dose of MDA to help with wakefulness, but was down to try some of the 2C-B, provided I give him a very small dose. At around 9pm, we ate a dinner consisting of a couple pieces of cheese pizza apiece. I weighed and loaded 20mg into some capsules for S. and I and 10mg for A, and after doing some chores and letting the food digest for a bit, we took the capsules at 9:30PM. To avoid wasting any 2C-B, we stirred the plastic packaging in a glass of water, which I started drinking. I thought there would only be an extra ~10mg, but it tasted more bitter and concentrated than I expected from that amount, so I only had a few sips (maybe 5mg) and saved the rest for later in a bottle .

We arrived at the warehouse venue around 10:15PM (T+45m), but the organizers hadn't finished setting up yet, so we strolled around the run-down city neighborhood for half an hour or so to get some fresh air. None of the others were feeling anything yet, although I started noticing some subtle visual shimmering when looking at details on the asphalt, etc. Arriving back at my car, I packed a joint in my wallet and we headed into the venue, where a large soundsystem was set up and the opener DJ was playing some cheesy 90s techno records. As always, there was a bit of trepidation and awkwardness as we stood around bobbing our heads on the dancefloor, wondering if we were getting too old for this scene and whether there were really any "magic" left in this type of experience for us. A. was a bit dissatisfied with the music initially, but I told him to wait and see, confident that the DJs would put on a good show.

Gradually, the opening DJ started mixing in some more modern techno, and we started to get in the groove. When she dropped a jazzy track with a prominent jangly acoustic percussion kit, I started noticing how clearly I could close my eyes and visualize the drum hits spatially in front of me and knew that the 2C-B was starting to take effect (T+1h15). The soundsystem was great, with a nice big row of subwoofers moving air and crisp realistic high-end. More and more people filtered onto the dancefloor, which was dimly lit in red and thick with smoke from a fog machine. Still, A. and S. were saying they weren't feeling anything, although we ate not long before taking the drug, which for me results in a long comeup (2h+). S. went to chill outside for a bit.

As the tempo and volume of the music gradually increased, I started noticing more spatial details in the mix, and the attention and care the artists had put into each individual drum hit and sound. Even a simple hihat seemed to weave back and forth in the stereo field like a snake charmer, and the timbre of that sound morphed and widened into a chorus of shimmering bells. A. and I were both grinning and I asked him if he heard the same thing or if I was just hallucinating it. Closing my eyes, faint and dark outlines of tracer geometry started to emerge from the darkness. As we danced in sync with the surrounding ravers, I felt the elegant and seductive energy of the 2C-B rising within my mind, and my bodily movements felt more natural and fluid than usual (T+1h30).

During a lull in the music, I noticed A. getting a bit impatient and suggested we go get some drinks at the bar and maybe smoke the joint outside. I felt a bit unsteady on my feet walking out, and noticed some slight “crystallization” type visuals making my visual field look like a mosaic of small tiles of variegated shape and color. A. and I got a gin and tonic apiece and some waters and headed outside, where a bunch of ravers were standing around talking and smoking.

Outside, we chatted a bit. S. had been hitting a weed vape. A. said he wasn’t feeling much beyond the MDA and I told him I was still on the comeup. He suggested I should already be peaking (T+1h30), but I knew the onset usually takes longer for me on a full stomach and didn’t feel like I was peaking yet. Nevertheless, I agreed that we would share the joint to kick things into high gear since we weren’t planning on staying too late. (I’ve tried this combination several times previously with positive results). We lit up and passed the sativa around, myself smoking perhaps 0.25g, drank a bit of our G&Ts and some water, and headed back inside to sit down for a little while.

Shortly thereafter, I had the thought that maybe I had taken a bit too much of a cocktail of substances, with the 2C-B, cannabis, and half a drink of alcohol running through my system. There was a tiny bit of nausea and a brief fear that I was going to green out or puke. I jokingly chided A. and S. them for their impatience and not giving us time to come up fully before smoking the weed, and we laughed a bit and immediately were in good spirits again. At this exact moment (T+1h40m), I felt suddenly that the energy rising in my body had reached equilibrium, and the asymmetric balance of qi that had been causing the mild discomfort “clicked” into a state of symmetry and wellbeing. We joked around a bit more and then headed in to the dance floor.

The music by now was in full swing, and a high level of clarity and detail presented itself in the techno tracks the DJ was laying down. There was some perhaps excessive turntablism going on with lots of effects, cuts, and backspins, but quite impressive on vinyl and well-executed. A. and I were both amused by the tomfoolery and he remarked jovially that there was “too much nonsense going on” but I sensed that he was probably secretly really enjoying the music, as was I.

As I closed my eyes, I began to see full-blown concrete visuals taking shape, consisting of very dramatic infinite planes occupied by tessellating 3d geometry, rotating rings, and swirling and undulating streamers. I began to focus on meditating as I danced, paying close attention to every sensation in my body and carefully and gently relaxing my mind to avoid disrupting the delicate visions as they arose. My entire body felt comfortable, with the exception of my stomach, which felt a bit over-full and cramped. Using the technique of datian breathing, I cycled air with slightly more intention and allowed my lower belly to expand with each breath. The relaxation allowed the sound pressure from the bass to vibrate my abdominal cavity, and I felt my awareness expand as I let go of thoughts of trying to suck in my stomach or tense my abs to look more masculine and ripped, and instead focused on being completely comfortable and accepting of my body and its movement. It felt as though the field of my peaceful energy expanded to mesh with that of all my raving compatriots as we all danced with abandon.

The excitement in the room rose to a fever pitch as people laughed with giddy excitement. I tried not to look directly at my friends as they were dancing to avoid causing feelings of self-consciousness, but I could see A. jumping around with a grin on his face in my peripheral vision. S. had withdrawn somewhere to the outside of the room as he sometimes does, but I reassured A. that he would be back. I felt a warmth radiating from me, a pure and unconditional love for all beings (Metta) which I allowed to grow freely, more and more, closing my eyes and just tending to the calm and peaceful sense of emptiness in my mind.

From the emptiness there arose an infinite variety of shimmering, sacred, geometry, occupying and expanding in the spacious echoing void. The music synchronized perfectly with these visuals, either driving the visuals, or—it seemed—emanating from them, this greater, encompassing truth being a superset of everything observed in waking reality. Simply by doing nothing, not attaching myself to any distracting thoughts, I moved deeper and deeper into this space. I could hear the music in incredibly crisp detail, and hear the ravers on all sides of me dancing, laughing and shouting. In my mind’s eye, I could clearly envision them here with me, silhouettes completely unshackled from their mortal form, dancing with impossible fluidity.

Quieting and focusing more, the illusion of an “I” disappeared, and all merged into a blissful universal consciousness. The experience was similar to a DMT breakthrough, with a sense of having arrived among friends and being gladly welcomed. Some archetypal beings seemed to emerge, each having played a role in teaching and leading me to this state of peace and all-encompassing love. The criminal, the cop, the stripper, the cripple—these all appeared before me in an occult symbolic dance.

I opened my eyes and realized I’d zoned out a bit and had just been standing stationary in the middle of the crowd. A. and I had a bit of a laugh and resumed dancing.

Over the course of the next 2h, I experienced many more transcendental breakthrough-type experiences. The breakthroughs came with such ease and frequency that I could almost get tired of it. It seemed as if everyone was on the same wavelength, laughing and exclaiming “holy shit” each time the vibration in the room rose to this state of ineffable, boundless consciousness. It was one of the strongest indications I’ve felt that there is more to this life than the matter we normally perceive. I felt at a deep level something alien and eternal, pure Samadhi, the peace of God that surpasses all understanding.

At around 2am (T+4h30), we decided to head out. A. and S. had a good time but were tired now and hadn’t felt the 2C-B as strongly as me. We drove back listening to jungle music and bobbing our heads. My girlfriend was already half-asleep in bed when I got home, so I showered and lay down beside her to sleep. We embraced, and our breathing perfectly synchronized as she slept, such that I felt like we had merged and become one being. In my mind’s eye, undulating and shimmering surfaces morphed into ornate Persian domes and minarets, and I perceived these same surfaces as music—gentle and calming dub reggae, uplifting yet melancholy, barely perceptible above the crickets and the sound of us breathing.

I continued to have interesting CEVs lying in bed for hours and couldn’t fall asleep until 5am. The next day I felt tired, but relaxed and happy with no hangover, and felt that I should write this experience down so as not to forget it.

Exp Year: 2026	ExpID: 119633
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 30
Published: Apr 7, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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