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TheMerryPrankster
12-06-2009, 01:45
Hi Everyone,

I have quite probably taken more Nitrous (at least in Whippit form) than anyone else alive. So I feel compelled to share with all of you - my experience.

Excessive Nirous Oxide abuse can cause permanent irreversible brain damage. I am Patient Zero, so please, everyone, read this all the way. If I had been fortunate enough to read what I am about to write, 30 years ago, my life would be very, very different. I could just post the facts, but if you will walk with me through my life, you need never run the risk of having what happened to me, happen to you. If you are a serious Nitrous user, reading this could help save your life. It's going to be quite long - but it is important to me to paint the whole picture. I also hope that it might prove entertaining - and some of you might recognize yourselves in the narrative - and those who feel a sympathy with my feelings - those who relate to my expression and understanding - those who think yes, Yes, YES!! are the ones who need to read this the most - as you are in the greatest danger - or could be if you are not careful. I am being honest about some stuff that I have hidden from others all my life - some of it is quite embarrassing - but I choose to share the humourous aspect with you all. I can't be the *only* lunatic in the world.

This is *not* an anti-Nitrous post. This is information that has only recently become available. Personally I wish our atmosphere was Oxygen and Nitrous Oxide instead of Oxygen and Nitrogen. So without further ado...

The tale begins in the dentists chair. I was 9 years old. I had never taken any drugs, and was not looking to at the time. But I had a phobia about dental work, and the new dentist told me that he would give me 'laughing gas', and it would remove my fear. So he attached the mask to my nose and told me to breathe normally. After about 20 seconds I began to feel a tingle, quite pleasant, which was getting stronger with each passing second. The dentist asked me if I could feel the gas yet - and a drug addict was born. I told him "No, I don't feel anything", so he turned it up. By now I was really starting to feel *amazing* - it was fantastic. But it was more than just tingles and physical well being. Even though I was only 9, I started seeing patterns - in everything - a deeper connection - set of connections - a lattice that embraced reality, but which had a meaning - a message - beneath the surface - something *important*. The dentist asked me once more if I felt the gas. I told him that it was starting to take effect, but was not very strong - despite the fact that I could barely string the sentence together - as I wanted him to turn it up even more - which he did. The last thing I remember hearing was the dentist saying to the nurse, "This one likes to fly high".

From that moment, I knew that I had to obtain Nitrous Oxide again at some point. I had imaginings of listening to music while feeling that way and how awesome it would be (and I was right, of course). It stuck there - in my memory - unforgettable - I was 9 - and I no longer saw the universe the way that I had before.

Jump ahead 11 years. I'm 20, and I found acid about six months earlier. I'm in Amsterdam, having left South Africa to avoid military service. I'm a musician and making a living playing street music. We're on acid all the time, taking larger and larger doses each time. It's classic. I'm the messiah and I'm going to save the world by turning everyone onto LSD. I'm Ken Kesey, I'm Ram Dass, I'm Neal Cassidy driving the bus to the next Acid Test. I'm on a mission. I have found the ultimate truth, and I believe that I have the ability to express it. It's straight out of the Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. I am The Merry Prankster - doing ever increasing doses of LSD because I believe that there is a reality behind this one, and I am going to evolve and become a transformed being - a metamorphosized, evolutionised, mental telepathical Guru. I even have a following. There are 5 of us - and I am the leader. I'm the fucking chosen one. This is why I am alive - this is why I exist - I am the new Messiah!@!

It's funny looking back on it now - a bit embarrassing (OK - a lot) - and I have never told *anyone* about this before - like who would admit this shit - but it's important to paint the whole picture.

But LSD is not a beast to be tamed. Oh, I *believed* that I was in control of the acid - that *I* held the reigns. I had become it's master, and it's servant. But I was treating it disrespectfully - and when you do that, the Acid inevitable turns around and slaps you down a peg or two. In my case it was all the way down from my lofty delusions of grandeur, to a smear on the roadside. A new acid had come out - called simply "Mandala" (Amsterdam 1981). The dealer told me that it was not 'commercial' acid, a bit stringer. And to boot, a *half* a hit was a whole. I had been dropping between 5 and 10 at a time, and I did not assume that this half hit of new acid was going to top my multiple ingestions from the weeks before.

But I learned that day that what I had been taking was not truly LSD - but a pale shadow of what *real* LSD is. All my research - all my dosing - nothing - had prepared me for what happened. It was *phenomenal* acid - I had never seen such colours - and it warped dimensions that I did not recognise anything around me. It was too much for downtown Amsterdam, so we all jumped on a tram, laughing uncontrollably all the way home. Once home it was even sronger, having really kicked in. I made a big hashish pipe and took a huge hit of really good Afgan hash.

And then I completely lost my mind.

I had to reconstruct it all afterward, with the help of my friends. There was a huge flash - and reality had shattered - literally. It was as though everything I had been seeing was made of glass - like a mirror, and the hashish exploded the acid so hard and fast, that I suffered a psychotic break. More to the point - from one moment to the next I had total amnesia. I was with my closest friends - a girl who had come over to Europe with me who was like my sister - I had known them all for years - but I recognized no-one. And I did not know who I was - or where I was (and I don't mean which town - I mean which *Universe*). I was a total blank - wiped clean - nothing left. I realized that I was bleeding - in my throat - it had turned to glass - and shattered - blood was everywhere, and my life started slipping away - I collapsed slowly to the floor - and died.

However, a while later I appeared to be conscious. SO this was it - I was dead. This must then be the afterlife. A man walked up to me and looked at me curiously - and then said "Are you OK?" But what I heard was "A R E Y O U O K A Y" in a kind of deep Twilight Zone surrealism. Who *was* this person. If I was dead - perhaps he was me - a reflection of me - on the other side of the shattered mirror that was reality - so I said "Who *are* you?" And he said to me "You know who I am" - which I heard in a big boomy voice as "Y O U K N O W W H O I A M!!!" The poor guy - he didn't have a clue what was going on - none of them had actually realized yet that I had quite literally lost my mind - all of it. So I deduced that if he were me - a kind of 'afterlife' version - that we would have the same mother as I - so in an attempt to confirm this I asked him "who is your mother", to which he replied "You know who my mother is..." which I heard as....

OK - you get the picture. I treated LSD as though it was something that I actually had control over - that I was bigger than Acid - that I was beyond a bad trip. I will end this part of the tale of this day here, but know that it took the rest of the day to reconstruct my *basic* ego - just knowing who and where I was. I still felt broken glass in my throad from where it had shattered when the 'mirror' shattered. I could no longer sing. When I tried I was overwhelmed by an abject terror, and shut down. It was weeks before I could sing again (which I needed to do to survive) - and I continued to have terrifying Flashbacks for the next 6 months.

This was the most phenomenally life changing experience of my entire life. I was afraid - afraid to do acid - I had been so humbled - so beaten - so kicked in the teeth - any 'normal' person would have just said "That's it! Never again!!". But I could not do that - live in fear the rest of my life, because i had experienced this overwhelming and incomprehensible annihilation of ego. I had to face my fear. I had to get back in the drivers seat - I had to understand what had happened in order to be whole again. And there was born a true and devout Acidhead - for life (still going strong). I needed to *understand* myself - how my brain worked - and LSD was the tool that had both damaged and which would repair me.

The experience kind of put a crim p in my plan to save the world, as I realized that it was *completely* unethical to turn anyone on unless they truly desired to be turned on. It was a full year before in mid winter, Christmas time in Konstanz, Germany, that I did my next truly supurb LSD - only this one was as soft as the other one had been hard - and finally - utterly high, I looked in the mirror and was no longer afraid. I finally had all of my mind back - and my fear was gone (but my respect has never faltered).

And now the long awaited return to the topic of Nitrous Oxide.


WHo would have thought - who would have guessed - that Nitrous Oxide - laughing gas - was used to make whipped cream. I found out form a young freakzoid heroin junkie in germany - that 'whippits' were Nitrous. Finally!! The 9 year old boy in me shouted in glee. I knew it. I knew I would find it again. And this time I was going to really get to know it. I remember buying the whipped cream machine, and a box of the cartriges - I remember my total excitement - my fear of disappointment - what if he was wrong? I wound in the first cartridge (neglecting of course to add the cream). I hyperventilated for a minute, breathed all the way out, and inhaled the entire contents. Within 5 to 10 seconds I recognized the feeling - my insided screamed in glee - and for the next minute my world was perfect. it was exactly as I had remembered it - only more so (I have since figured out through much experience that the reason that breathing Nitrous Oxide through a whipped cream syphon is so much stronger than from a tank is because it is *compressed* in the machine. It's like taking Methamphetamine instead of plain old Amphetamine. I also learned over time that you can load about 2 to 3 cartridges into the machine before breathing - and that the more compressed the gas, the more intense and powerful the rush - someone posed this question in one of the forums - and there is the answer for him).


This is my encapsulated life story, so I have to jump to pivotal moments if I am going to keep your attention. Let's just say that over the course of the next year I did *hundreds* of boxes of Nitrous - maybe a thousand. And the more I explored the Nitrous reality the more sense it made - of everything. I was starting to feel that I understood the intrinsic nature of the universe - not just in the sense of thoughts - but in perceptions - understandings. There were times - and I am sure that most of you can relate - when I felt that for a moment I *truly* understood the universe - as it *really* was - and it was *so* simple - and funny - fucking hilarious!! I would experience the moment and crack up laughing uncontrollably - because I understood the core of the essence of God - the universe - matter, gravity, light, energy, quanta.

But as we all know - the profundity of Nitrous is fleeting, and after the epiphony it fades so quickjly that one can't quite remember what it was that one was thinking - and why it was so funny. This, I found to be the curse of Nitrous - to have this understanding - so plain and simple - even expressible in mere words - if I could find them - or once found, if I could not lose them. How, I wondered, can we extend this experience - make the come down slower so that it would be possible to bring back some of this universal intrinsic truth to the real world.

On a beautiful summers day of 1982, I discovered the chemical synergy that I have affectionately referred to for the last 30 years as "GASCID" - as in Gas and Acid = Gascid. And from that moment, my life changed almost as profoundly as the day I lost my mind - because it was the day that I found my answers - all of them.

I had done some acid - not a lot - maybe half a hit. I was still very cautious, after my annihilation a year earlier, and the theory was twofold. If I did Nitrous right at the end of an acid trip - like 8 hours into it - when everything had resolved on the Acidic level, perhaps a) the Nitrous would boost the strength of the acid to give me a momentary high that was like 5 or 10 hits of *really* good acid - and b) that perhaps the acid, would help to extend the duration of the Nitrous, and give me a little more time to try and bring back some of the deeper essence of the experience.

I was extremely careful. I'd lost my mind once already, and I was not keen on a second round. My first hit was miniscule. There was a very sligh shift in my perceptions. I took a little more and felt the Nitrous very vaguely, but in a way like never before - and in a good way like I had never imagined. By the time I was on the last cartridge, I took the entire thing, and I experienced for the first time in my life, the Holy Realm that is Gascid.

The world that is Gascid is a story unto itself with so many facets. I am not going to try and define any of the experiences right now - too much of a tangent. If anyone finds this interesting and wants to start a new thread I would love to share some of my experiences. I became a student of Gascid. I had found what was - at least for me - *the* key that unlocks the doors to everything - and more importantly, it was the most exquisite experience that can be. It is heaven to me - a perfect state of being - the thing that we all at the core wish to experience - even once.

I had found the key - a gateway - a wormhole to what has for me become not so much a drug synergy as an actual *place*. I devoted my life to this 'faith' of mine - and my quest was to bring back some of these truths, and to find a way to share them with others - which I did in fact accomplish. I have kind of built an environment that almost *guarantees* arriving at this place. There is technology involved - it's all very complicated - and again - if there is interest I will happily share.

But this post is not about Gasid - it's about Nitrous, and the risks.

Over the next 12 years, I did Gascid about 500 times (and we're talking full blown 4 hour experiences with like 10 boxes of Nitrous each time). It is my world - my reality - my Guru - my god - and myself. I have no doubts - no hesitation - no lack of understanding - and it just got better all the time, as I learned to 'pilot' this space/time/ship that I built over the course of those 12 years.

I eventually left Europe and moved to Canada, got a new life and a new wife, and continued building and discovering. It was very hard at times. Terribly lonely. From my perspective I had found *the* answer. And what's more is I could pretty much prove it. And took a few select people on a trip around the universe. But it was *so* lonely. All I wanted to do was share what I had found. But very few people knew about Nitrous back then. I began to get adamant about finding proof - finding a way to bring back something significant enough that would *make* people take me seriously. I knew that if I told this all to a shrink that I would be labelled a schizophrenic with delusions of grandeur. But *I* knew that all a doubter had to do was come for a ride and see for himself. They would find their own truth - not mine - everyone has their own truth. All I had found was the medium in which to fairly reliably produce a very specific experience - and to be able to return and continue the thought - any time.

I was frustrated. My wife was not too supportive of this - and I wanted her on my side, so I tried even harder to find some tangible evidence that the work that I was doing was valid - telepathy - psychokenesis - some small evolutionary step that would demonstrate that what I was doing was *valid* - and that I was not just another nutter who did too many psychedelics.

This was the time that I almost completed my space/time/ship. It was an entire room, with a 'drivers seat' positioned in the middle - there were spinning wheels and stroboscopic lights - all synchronized to music - my own of course which was writted specifically to induce certain types of trance using light and sound to guide the subject on a 'solid' path. I was so *close* - but relations were getting strained with my wife, who thought that I was obsessed. She was right of course. I was. And why not? This was the most important thing in my life. It was the one thing in which I truly had unshakable faith. I *had* to find some evidence of the validity - I needed *support* on this - not criticism. I at least deserved a chance to demonstrate it to someone else - to have the years that I had invested validated by another fearless soul who was willing to walk through the gates of heaven and be embraced lovingly by the universe.

And now we start to approach the moment of truth - the point - the reason that I have written everything that came before now.

I am a scientist - not just a druggie. I don't just *take* drugs - I study them. I prepare myself, I am informed - I know the risks - I am *careful*. But this was before the Internet. The only knowledge that existed was in books - and almost no-one knew practically nothing about Nitrous. It had just slipped by - owing to the fact that it was legal - and a secret known by not a lot of people back then. According to Peter Staffords Psychedelic Encyclopedia at the time, Nitrous Oxide was a perfectly safe drug. There were two, and only two dangers. The first rule was - don't breathe directly from a tank - you can freeze your lungs. And the second rule was - don't tie a mask to your face, because if you fall unconscious, you will eventually die from lack of oxygen. That was it. Other than that - it was safe - they give it to *kids* for fuck sake.

I don't know exactly when it went from genuine psycho-scientific-spiritual research to addiction - but it was marked by the fact that I started doing Nitrous without doing acid. I know myself - I'm an obsessive raging fucking maniac when it comes to drugs. I have no brakes. So I made a deal with myself many years before (after doing way too much Nitrous for way too long and having spent a small fortune on it) that I would *only* do Nitrous if I had done acid. I tried to keep it to once a month - but not always - I kept it at least to once a week. But I was so intent on finding my 'proof' - *quickly* - that I made an exception - just once. then again. and again.

I really couldn't afford it, and I knew my wife would be pissed at me for wasting money - so I kept it to myself. After all, I was almost there. 12 years of exploration and design was finally going to come to fruition. I almost understood it all - I was so close. And the Nitrous would run out and I would go to the store and get more - and then be wracked with guilt over it. And suddenly I realized that I was addicted to Nitrous Oxinde. They had said nothing about addiction in the books. But I had been doing it every day for about 6 weeks, maybe more - and had been doing it excessively before it became daily. And when it ran out I just could not cope. This was not a drug withdrawal like an opiate - this was madness incarnate. I could not *stand* being in my body - it was blindingly intense and wouldn't go away.

The next weeks are only a vague memory - with scattered images and vague recollections. I could not afford to keep taking the Nitrous - but I could not survive stopping. I wanted to call out for help - but who the fuck would I talk to. There was no Inmternet - very few people knew about the recreational legality of Nitrous. I felt so stupid - how do I even begin to explain to someone that I inhale the whipped cream charges - they'd probably lock me up. So I had to stretch the Nitrous I had - breathe very, very little in between, hold my breath for minutes at a time. Not breathe - as much as possible.

I was losing it. I knew that. I was starting to go crazy - even by my own standards - and those of you who have actually read this far can probably understand that I am a rather bizarre individual. I don't remember much of the last weeks. I felt like I was dying - slowly. My thoughts were scrambled - there were 'dark patches' in my consciousness. At one point I thought I might have been posessed. I had gone from what I considered to be a self-respecting scientist (of the whackiest of varieties) to a fucking loony. I was lost.

I was doing a gig on Vancouver Island, sitting on the beach doing Nitrous all day long in tiny little gasps. The first night I noticed that I had lost the feeling in the tips of my fingers on my right hand. The next day, my left hand. By he time I got home, my hands and feet were numb. Two days later my entire body had no sensation, and I had completely lost my motor control. Then I was in the hospital - and the year that followed never became cemented in memory.

People - Please pay attention - this is not a well known fact. Not a lot of people have screwed up quite as badly as I did - and it's never been made public in a big way.

The effect of Nitrous Oxide is *cumulative*. If you do it too long, it builds up in your bloodstream. Then you do not have enough oxygen in your system - hypoxia sets in, and your brain starts to die. And once you go past a certain point there is *no* coming back - ever. Your life is fucked - forever - till the day you die.

If I remove the mental, and psychological, and emotional horror that followed, I'll tell you that the physical sensations finally returned - as did my motor control. But the problem is that I had damaged my brain - and the signals that should have just reported to my cerebellum that I was in fact alive and moving, were mistransleted by my brain as Pain signals. In short - when my feeling returned, I was in unbearable pain - everywhere - non stop - every freaking day of my life for the last 14 years.

I nearly commited suicide so many times. Not because of depression or sadness, but because I simply could not imagine waking up every day to *this* - suffering - and *nothing* to be done about it because it is not physical as such - it's neuropathic pain - and it did not heal - and there is no treatment. I have spent 14 years wishing to god that the internet had been around just a little earlier - because once it arrived I found another person who had done what I had done - and who had suffered identical damage. I only found this *two* years after the fact.

I could descibe my suffering over the last 14 years - but I hope that I have successfully illustrated my point through this post. Nitrous is *amazing*. Gascid is *everything* that I have said it is time a *million*. There was nothing wrong with my perceptions - only my obsession, and total lack of self restraint. I had my cake - and I was eating it - and I could have continued to be privvy to what I consider to be the best chemically induced experience that there is. I found heaven - and I was such a glutton that I destroyed it through my greed.

I still believe *absolutely* in Nitrous - and particularly gascid. It is simply the best. Nothing is better - not even love.

I am almost done. There are so many aspect of this story that I left out - because we're talking 15 odd years - hundreds, maybe thousands of *cases* of Nitrous (and about 750 hits of acid). All I wanted to do was share it with someone else.

I have told only a handful of people about this - adn I have never told the wholse story at once. If even one of you reading this, ran the risk of making my mistake - and if this post at some future point helps to prevent that eventuality from becoming a reality, then exposing myself in this way will have been worth it.

Please frends - be careful. If you ever find Heaven - take care of it.


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SmokeTrails
12-06-2009, 01:47
there is no way in hell i can read all of this

johanneschimpo
12-06-2009, 01:59
Good read.



Here is the trip reports forum, where I have a feeling this will be moved to: http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/forumdisplay.php?forumid=40

mmmCHRISx
12-06-2009, 02:01
FUCKING AMAZING BRO! Holy shit.

Can you take any meds for the pain?!

Bob Loblaw
12-06-2009, 02:21
That shit sucks bro :(.

lenses
12-06-2009, 03:06
Well at least your mind is somewhat intact.

You are a good writer, and to be able to write tangible sentences says something about your mind.

Do some intense research on nitrous pharmacology. Do you take B12? That could help...

PM me . I'm willing to do some research for you to help you if you're willing to talk in depth with me.I enjoy and am good at reading medical research papers and finding obscure answers...

I have a lot of thoughts on this subject, but I don't feel like writing them all down here at the moment. I think I can help though...

-lenses

brainwash
12-06-2009, 03:16
Amazing read. Thank you for posting. I wish there was something that could be done. :(

Atlas
12-06-2009, 04:38
I can relate to your attraction to nitrous and understand what you were chasing. In college we combined it with MDMA which would teleport me to another world where I would find the meaning of life and the universe only to have that discovery slip from my fingers as I trickled back into our physical world. I always loved going back to that land and each time tried so hard to hold onto that discovery to bring it back and understand it. It was like a marine biologist eagerly pulling up an amazing new creature from 10,000 feet deep only to have it rupture into an unrecognizable mess each time.

These excursions into nitrous land would sometimes feel like a lifetime when in reality they were merely moments.

I'm sorry to hear how your story ended up. Good luck.

leftwing
12-06-2009, 05:03
moving over to Trip Reports

hoopyfrood
12-06-2009, 05:10
That was an awesome read... I'm not a nitrous user or anything of the sort (though I'm interested in acid), and I found every sentence of that story interesting.

I usually don't look forward to reading long posts like that, but this one was well worth it.





... And I have to add. I hope you continue to post on these boards. If you write as well as that all the time, then I'd love to have you post here all the time.

Social Suicide
12-06-2009, 05:16
This was a truly amazing read. I'm glad I read it as I've been looking into Nitrous. I wish you the best of luck.

captainballs
12-06-2009, 07:04
that is fucked, dude. For a while I was a nitrous fiend, like I would do 50 every day for about a month. But then it just turned into a headache. That was only a couple of months ago. I didn't know it could get so fucked up, but I could tell that something was happening (anyone who uses drugs always gets "that feeling" with their drug of choice at some point, where the choice is either to cross the line into what feels like what could be an abyss or slow down/stop). I stopped, and it (along with everything else that can get pretty psychedelic) does not tempt me in the slightest. It's just too much, when you see that "reality" for too long that seems so full but is actually more like a hologram on a thin piece of plastic, nothing more. Good read.

QuasiStoned
12-06-2009, 18:02
FUCKING AMAZING BRO! Holy shit.

Can you take any meds for the pain?!


It's neuropathic pain that he is having, which makes it more difficult to treat (though I think there still are meds available for neuropathic pain, not usually opiates though).

That was a good read, I'm sorry to hear about your suffering though.

PippUK
12-06-2009, 20:16
Thanks for that excellent read. I send my regards and best wishes for the future. I hope something comes onto the horizen with regard to your pain.

Xorkoth
12-06-2009, 20:36
You should ask your doctor about Lyrica/pregabalin. It's prescribed for neuropathic pain I believe.

That was a great read, thanks for sharing. :)

Xorkoth
12-06-2009, 20:52
I am very interested in further descriptions of "gascid", in as much detail as you could articulate. :)


But as we all know - the profundity of Nitrous is fleeting, and after the epiphony it fades so quickjly that one can't quite remember what it was that one was thinking - and why it was so funny. This, I found to be the curse of Nitrous - to have this understanding - so plain and simple - even expressible in mere words - if I could find them - or once found, if I could not lose them. How, I wondered, can we extend this experience - make the come down slower so that it would be possible to bring back some of this universal intrinsic truth to the real world.

I wondered if this was intended or a Freudian slip (bolded)? :)

Delta-9-THC
13-06-2009, 02:19
Great read. You are a good writer. Do you think this damage was mostly the result of B12 deficiency or oxygen deprivation?

I find the combination of LSD and nitrous to be amazing as well. I think the only time nitrous is worth it is when you are on some other psych.

May I ask what kind of dosages you where doing. How much LSD? How many nitrous cartridges at once?

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 08:39
Hi Everyone - thanks so much for the really positive response to this. The first reader found it too long - but everyone else ploughed through - I know it was a long read - and a catharsis for me to finally tell it.

It looks like this post is going to be relocated. I'm a newbie to posting - so I will check out where it goes, and the responses and will respond to everyone who seemed interested in one. Again - thanks a lot - all of you.

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 08:52
FUCKING AMAZING BRO! Holy shit.

Can you take any meds for the pain?!

Hi. Yeah - kind of. When I could not cope anymore - and was on the verge of giving up I met a way cool doctor who believed that no-one should live with interminable suffering. he put me on a program and I was in the end prescribed a shitload of oral morphine. For three years I was OK and able to manage - but then I relocated, and the doctors in my new location cut me off. For the next 6 years I was totally screwed, and ended up abusing alcohol and anything else I could get my hands on, grow or make, to try and self medicate. It messed me up big time. A year ago I found a new doctor who was willing to prescribe again - but only to a limited extent. But it's enough. I can cope again. I'm still in a lot of pain, but it's the difference between living and just existing. I tried several other routes - one of which someone else suggested, and I will mention it in my reply to that post. Thanks for making the effort to wade through my epistle.

Pot helps too.

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 08:56
Well at least your mind is somewhat intact.

You are a good writer, and to be able to write tangible sentences says something about your mind.

Do some intense research on nitrous pharmacology. Do you take B12? That could help...

PM me . I'm willing to do some research for you to help you if you're willing to talk in depth with me.I enjoy and am good at reading medical research papers and finding obscure answers...

I have a lot of thoughts on this subject, but I don't feel like writing them all down here at the moment. I think I can help though...

-lenses

Hi,

Thanks. B12 is the first route. I found this information in the other case I found - the guy who went as far as I did. But it has no real effect. The logic is sound - but the reality isn't. There are some other things that I tried - and will mention it in my response to that post. I am always looking for possibilities. I do take pain meds now - and Ritilin for the mental dysfunction - but neither of them actually improve the conditin - they just help me manage it. your thoughts would be welcome.

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 08:58
That was an awesome read... I'm not a nitrous user or anything of the sort (though I'm interested in acid), and I found every sentence of that story interesting.

I usually don't look forward to reading long posts like that, but this one was well worth it.


... And I have to add. I hope you continue to post on these boards. If you write as well as that all the time, then I'd love to have you post here all the time.

Thanks. I know it was a huge post. it was actually inspired by another I found (which was a lot longer than mine) but which was some of the most brilliant writing I have seen in this realm. it was after reading it that I sat down and wrote all of this in one sitting. I appreciate your appreciation.

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 08:59
Wow awesome read, probably the longest thing i've read since reading a novel at high-school 3 years ago... I hate reading and have a short attention span im glad I read this is one go simply amazing...

Thank you - I really appreciate it.

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 09:04
that is fucked, dude. For a while I was a nitrous fiend, like I would do 50 every day for about a month. But then it just turned into a headache. That was only a couple of months ago. I didn't know it could get so fucked up, but I could tell that something was happening (anyone who uses drugs always gets "that feeling" with their drug of choice at some point, where the choice is either to cross the line into what feels like what could be an abyss or slow down/stop). I stopped, and it (along with everything else that can get pretty psychedelic) does not tempt me in the slightest. It's just too much, when you see that "reality" for too long that seems so full but is actually more like a hologram on a thin piece of plastic, nothing more. Good read.

Hi,

I don't know if you are aware, but there is a new type of Nitrous being shipped out that is extremely impure. I have not been able to find real nitrous for nearly two years (yes - of course I still go there occasionally - just *very* occasionally). This impure Nitrous starts off looking like it's going to go somewhere, but fizzles out quickly, and has some bad side effects - and is probably quite dangerous to do - even in moderation. Maybe this was what you were doing. Also - agreed that nitrous too often loses it's magnificence - but that's in part why I found the Acid synergy so incredible - it amplified the nitrous ten fold. Even just smoking pot before Nitrous has a *major* increase in both intensity and duration.

And as regards this aspect - I think that the "less is more" principal applies. Thanks for reading.

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 09:07
That was an awesome read... I'm not a nitrous user or anything of the sort (though I'm interested in acid), and I found every sentence of that story interesting.

I usually don't look forward to reading long posts like that, but this one was well worth it.

... And I have to add. I hope you continue to post on these boards. If you write as well as that all the time, then I'd love to have you post here all the time.

Hey Hoopy Frood - you seem to know where your towel is. Did you ever count the number of vowels in a scrabble set (42). Cool name.

Thank you for the kudos. I would like to post a lot more - but I highly doubt any of them will ever be as long or as detailed. That was kind of my swan-song introduction to BlueLight.

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 09:10
You should ask your doctor about Lyrica/pregabalin. It's prescribed for neuropathic pain I believe.

That was a great read, thanks for sharing. :)

Thanks. And you are spot on in your thinking about the Lyrica/gabapentin. Totally the right direction. Lyrica actually started helping - but I had an almost allergic reaction to it and had to stop after a few days. I switched to Gabapentin (I'm guessing that's Preglapin). It seemed to be starting to have an effect - and I had some hope for it. But I was in remission - and while it helped the every day non threatening aches and pains, as soon as I triggered another event it was useless. good thought - bummer it didn't work out

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 09:15
I am very interested in further descriptions of "gascid", in as much detail as you could articulate. :)



I wondered if this was intended or a Freudian slip (bolded)? :)

LOL - it was a slip - you try writing that many words with brain damage - :-))

I'd *love* to talk about gascid. But the topic is as vast as Chaos Theory - where should I start? And specifics that interest you?

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 09:21
Great read. You are a good writer. Do you think this damage was mostly the result of B12 deficiency or oxygen deprivation?

I find the combination of LSD and nitrous to be amazing as well. I think the only time nitrous is worth it is when you are on some other psych.

May I ask what kind of dosages you where doing. How much LSD? How many nitrous cartridges at once?

Hi.

It's comforting, and pleasurable to know that I am not the only person who has experienced this (I now know that there are many who have at least tried it).

The damage - from the research I have done - was due to hypoxia (oxygen depravation - but you knew that). But I don't have any proof. I didn't tell any of the doctors what I had done - felt too ashamed at the time. So I had no testing done in the realm that it should have been.

As to the other question - I would say the full spectrum Lots of different dosages and types of acid (each acid has it's own unique signature - which is manifest in the synergy). Up to 500 mcg - and as low as 50 of acid - anything from one to twelve boxes of 10 nitrous cartridges at a sitting. But I always approached it really slowly and it would sometimes be a 4 hour journey. It was a bit like sex with god, so I liked to take my time... :-))

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 09:24
Thanks to all of you who appreciated my story, but who I did not respond to individually as there were no actual questions. I think it's amazing that so many of you took the time to read it. I will certainly keep posting - but I will try to keep it to more managable byte sized chunks.

It was hard to admit a lot of that out in the open. Very much appreciated.

hoopyfrood
13-06-2009, 09:26
Hey Hoopy Frood - you seem to know where your towel is. Did you ever count the number of vowels in a scrabble set (42). Cool name.


I like you more and more every time you post.

You know what's funny? While I was reading your story, there were a few things in your writing style that reminded me of Douglas Adams.

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 09:49
I like you more and more every time you post.

You know what's funny? While I was reading your story, there were a few things in your writing style that reminded me of Douglas Adams.

:-)) He was my hero. I met him. In person. Only at the time I had not counted the vowels in the scrabble set (Golgafrinchans). It should have been the question I asked him. It was tragic when he died. I have everything he ever wrote - the radio playes and the TV shows. He was my greated literary influence. I'm actually really happy that it shows. Thanks.

expothead
13-06-2009, 14:56
great report - long but well worth the read - I was spellbound. so sorry to hear of your situation tho.

8L4YN3
13-06-2009, 15:20
there is no way in hell i can read all of this

Good then don't, and save us your stupid bullshit reply.

Amazing read:)

TheMerryPrankster
13-06-2009, 16:33
Good then don't, and save us your stupid bullshit reply.

Amazing read:)

Thanks for the support. I can live with one heckler in an otherwise great crowd. :-)

inotocracy
13-06-2009, 16:52
Amazing writeup and I'm sure the people who read it will take a warning from it. I'll pray your pain goes away one day.

hoopyfrood
13-06-2009, 20:53
:-)) He was my hero. I met him. In person. Only at the time I had not counted the vowels in the scrabble set (Golgafrinchans). It should have been the question I asked him. It was tragic when he died. I have everything he ever wrote - the radio playes and the TV shows. He was my greated literary influence. I'm actually really happy that it shows. Thanks.

I'm very... no, extremely jealous of you. Adams is and always will be one of my heroes, and I have often said that if I could meet any dead hero, it would be him. How did you end up meeting him?

DEFNSD
14-06-2009, 08:39
Hello, I can't really think of a way to express how great I think your story is right now but it was awesome. I really enjoyed reading thanks for the post.

tBirdee
14-06-2009, 19:00
Good read dude.

I can only imagine the pain you speak of, sounds rough bro.

Keep on keepin' on !

TheMerryPrankster
14-06-2009, 20:44
I'm very... no, extremely jealous of you. Adams is and always will be one of my heroes, and I have often said that if I could meet any dead hero, it would be him. How did you end up meeting him?

Hey - I can talk about Douglas Adams forever, but maybe we should move it to somewhere relevant, so as not to go too off topic - not sure what the protocol is. But I'd be totally happy to carry on talking.

TheMerryPrankster
14-06-2009, 20:46
8L4YN3 sent me a PM, but I'm a newbie and don't yet have BlueLighter status, so I can't respond yet. Will do as soon as I've done enough posts.

tBirdee
14-06-2009, 21:30
^ lol that sucks

hoopyfrood
14-06-2009, 21:37
Hey - I can talk about Douglas Adams forever, but maybe we should move it to somewhere relevant, so as not to go too off topic - not sure what the protocol is. But I'd be totally happy to carry on talking.

Maybe I'll make an Adam's thread someday, then. :)

cosmicfrequency
14-06-2009, 23:31
Gascid, better than love?

TheMerryPrankster
15-06-2009, 02:09
Gascid, better than love?

Sigh... tough one to qualify - not entirely accurate, but the only words that came in the moment. How can I clarify - the Gascid experience (it really does come down to Nitrous, as I have had similar feelings doing Nitrous on Good pot - and it is hard to tell where the acid ends and the Nitrous begins) - is, for me anyway, more than just personal. I could use all sorts of analogies, none of which would be accurate, as words are inadequate, has become something of a religious experience. This is not to say that it *is* one - or that I advocate any belief system to anyone else - but it often feels to me at certain points that I am wrapped in the arms of 'god' for want of a better word. Like being in love - or making love with God (in a non-sexual sense).

I said 'better than love' - perhaps I should have said 'better than earthly/mortal love' I have never felt so much love as in this state (for *everything and everyone) naturally. When I am bathed in this particular light, I cannot deny that there is nothing more important than what I feel in this place.

I would nerver try to definitively quantify the experience - or those moments of the experience - only to try and describe how I feel. And it feels like I am being embraced with absolute devotion by the divine (if there is a divine). It feels like a spiritual love that has been there forever, not just for me - the human being mortal - but for what I perceive as my immortal and eternal spirit - the amalgamation of everything I have been through time, and will be in time.

I can't explain it - but I *could* guide someone to the same place so that they could form their own opinion. I would never try to dogmatically define such an experience - only attempt to convey how I perceive it's essence.

TheMerryPrankster
15-06-2009, 02:31
OK - I feel a need to add something to help to qualify the Experience that I call Gascid. It started with Just Nitrous and LSD - but as my life and exploration continued, I started building technologies to enhance the experience - to guide it - so that if I found a specific 'place' in this realm that had a significance - that I could explore it further - quite specifically - and also return to it at a different time. In short, I started working creating a means of technologically controlling the experience - as it is otherwise extremely random. You can have an experience that you cannot recreate.

I guess the most accurate term would be hypnosis. I found a way of hypnotizing myself, and creating quite specific subjective experiences (which is why I say I could guide someone to places I have been). It began with creating a spinning disk, driven by a motor, which changed into a completely different animal on Gascid. It was like having a 'crystal ball' - a device, ito which I could gase, and out of which came visions that were otherwise not there. This was 25 years ago. I have also spent a lot of time studying the effect of stroboscopic light on the mind (Anyone seen those mind/light machines?). And cut a whole in the wheel and put a light behind it so that every revolution added a strobe flash. The faster the wheel the different the experience - so that with a variable resistor attached, I could control the 'speed' at which I travelled. It continued into many wheels which then interacted with one another, and my control became more accurate. I implemented other lights and sound, until I had a space/time ship in which to drive around the universe.

So there is a deeper realm within this experience, one that is an amplification and has the ability to steer where you want to go. I have since used other technologies (LED lights - sound - music) to further have control and to induce hypnotic trances while in this space. Nitrous is the most powerful hypnotic tool that I have enountered - and even someone who is normally resistant to hypnosis, can very easily be 'forced' to enter a trance - and the depth of the trance can be controlled by the stroboscopic rate of the lights, and the speed of the other hypnotic tools. I developed techniques to use during these deep hypnotic states to bring back information from my subconscious mind - or remember details that I would otherwise have forgotten as soon as the moment passed.

I did all of this over a period of about 20 years - so my level of control in terms of my ability to guide myself wherever I wanted to go because quite advanced. And it became easy to return to quite specific 'places' that particularly interested me at a later date (which is otherwise almost impossible).

Unfortunately I have not done Gascid (or nitrous) in a number of years - so my machines were all dissassembled - and sadly all I have left at the moment are my memories. But it is comforting to know that I can always return some day - perhaps when I meet someone who is interested in taking a journey with me.

psood0nym
15-06-2009, 06:24
I'm sorry to hear about the physical pain you're in. It's obvious in everything from 'local' level stuff like your word choices to the overall story structure you constructed that 'gascid' largely spared your mind. You're of a generation that was taught to write instead of instant message and text, but still, it's obvious.

I think the title probably snags lots of readers and the compelling lead-in ropes 'em. But yeah, unfortunately long usually=low ratings on bluelight (most places online, really). In any case, it's a great read.

Don't be too sure of your ability to lead a person through a 'gascid' trip with all your tech, though. We still all have substantially different minds and brain chemistry. However, I'm glad you were able to discipline the experience for yourself to such a degree. I think we should use all material means in expanding consciousness, and your posts in this thread are a great example of the possibilities inherent in the use of those resources, and the dangers.

TheMerryPrankster
15-06-2009, 18:50
I'm sorry to hear about the physical pain you're in. It's obvious in everything from 'local' level stuff like your word choices to the overall story structure you constructed that 'gascid' largely spared your mind. You're of a generation that was taught to write instead of instant message and text, but still, it's obvious.

I think the title probably snags lots of readers and the compelling lead-in ropes 'em. But yeah, unfortunately long usually=low ratings on bluelight (most places online, really). In any case, it's a great read.

Don't be too sure of your ability to lead a person through a 'gascid' trip with all your tech, though. We still all have substantially different minds and brain chemistry. However, I'm glad you were able to discipline the experience for yourself to such a degree. I think we should use all material means in expanding consciousness, and your posts in this thread are a great example of the possibilities inherent in the use of those resources, and the dangers.

Thanks. I knew it was a long post and that many might not read it - but the feedback that I did get made it well worth writing.

Of course being able to lead someone through the trip has no guarantees of any kind. And I tried to imply that the subjective response will be personal for anyone who went there. However, the technological aspect does work as a 'track' to guide the subject. The effect of light on the brain is a very big 'hobby' of mine - and my point was that it is possible to use this technology to produce reliable cerebral responses pretty much across the board - even *without* chemicals.

One of my goals in life is to develop this technology a lot further. Life is a chemical reaction, and I believe that light is something that can be used to actually produce electro-chemical responses in the brain. I believ that it may be possible to use an advanced version of this technology for medical purposes - allowing the brain to produce natural version of the chemicals that people ingest for certain types of ailment.

I also believ that with light and sound, it is possible to induce a psychedelic experience. I hope to prototype this technology in time, and demostrate the theory. But introducing light/sound technology into the psychedelic experience has the effect of playing a significant role on directing that experience.

Nitrous amplifies the effect of light on the brain. The direction, colour, intensity, frequency and pulse rate of the light all play a part in this. But I have yet to prove the theory.

Chainer
17-06-2009, 05:57
Ridiculous post man. I am glad you are mostly alright now. I tried nitrous for the first time about 2 weeks ago, did 1 cart in one breath. I loved the experience, and it was very familiar, but I don't think I will try nitrous again. Just wanted to see what it was like ;)

I know several kids addicted to nitrous because of all the balloons being sold at concerts. Watched my friend do 2x 24cart packs in one sitting, must have been about 40 minutes for all 48. Crazy stuff.


EDIT: I am also prescribed Gabapentin, 300mg at morning/night. It helps me sleep for some reason, and takes the edge off of a lot of anxiety I have. It's not bad to abuse either, 2,800mg sends me on a loop when I smoke over it. Even redosing 300mg for a few hours does it as well. Feels a lot like rolling but without the rush. From what I have read, it is relatively safe.

artaxerxes
17-06-2009, 07:01
Excellent posts, Merry Prankster! I really enjoyed reading them. I hope to read more from you in the future.

expothead
17-06-2009, 08:57
i think i've got OCD - lol. is it pronounced gas-sid or gas-kid?

hoopyfrood
17-06-2009, 09:08
I'd imagine it's gas-sid. No 'k' sound in 'gas' or 'acid'. :)