P119 got a temptingly seductive report in from Tisha, so I thought I’d give it a go.
Tacitus, as you know, starts with a high dose and works his way down. Usually 100 mu applied to the left wrist and shnuffled deeply is the stardard
first round experience…
P119, somewhat akin to P114, is a rapid onset pheromone… there’s no beating around the bush with respect to where your head will be repositioned.
P119 is also a wowza @ 100 mu… however, in contrast with the “sativa” archetype invoked by P114… P119 is distinctly closer to the “indica” camp… the mind is both awakened and dissociated, as if the perceptual parts of the brain have been freshly windexed, and the assessment parts of the brain did a stiff shot of freezing cold premium vodka…
In lower doses P119 might behave differently, in combination with A314 it might be an entirely 'nother animal… I didn’t pick up on any erotic energies with it… au contraire, it would appear to have a distancing, de-escalating effect, a high quality wide angle lens as opposed to the beam-in macro mindset of the eroto-social factors… at full Phaser strength it seems almost deglamorized and bureaucratic, diminished emotional charge, but also lessened judgementalism… perhaps a bit Kafka…
How might it operate at cruising speed doses ? Maybe it would chill off those blabbery inner voices, all that confounding internal brain rap that short circuits brilliant unconscious reflexes and blocks the Be Here Now mindset… much the same reason that Indica strains have grown in popularity… thus it might make strong mixes tolerable, less threatening,
less confusing to the recipient, although at the cost of engagement… load up w/ too much and your new friend may be looking at you with the 1000 yard stare and utter bafflement.
As for P125, very close in all aspects to P126 except it isn’t as potent microgram to microgram… I piled the stuff on, a light Tacitus dose of 400 mu and traipsed off to my packed Starbucks, wafting the vapor trail as much as I could while “searching” for a empty table… the self effects weren’t too pronounced yet, and the room seemed to lighten up some, little riffs of loquacity drifting here and there… the was a dry-ice cold night, people were in there huddling against the cold, nursing vente americanos, so the emotional consensus clearly lacked the gonadal elan vital of an intoxicated pretentious overpriced restaurant scene with blue-black wines rinsing the char broiled beef fat of the back of your mouth and trust fund bums squeezing in next to hedge fund sharpies, the great nexus of alcoholism masquerading as connoisseurship, insanely rich guys who lack the social skills to talk to anyone without their attorney being present to convert their semi-coherent ramblings into intelligible English, hookerish babelettes yammering about beverly hills plastic surgeons and the spiritual powers of precious stones, variegated social spandrels of parasitic yes persons… no, sadly this was only a humble Starbucks with chicken salad sandwiches and schizophrenic bums who lock themselves in the bathroom and freezing shoppers shlepping their last bags home to New Jersey, stuffed with God knows what… so not sex… sigh…
Gorged on my sandwich and decaf, I set out for home, still wafting P125 all over creation. Saints answer my prayer, an SUV converted into a yellow cab appears, I jump in, now fully enveloped in my P125 emanations, we’re bouncing along, I’m slowly but surely getting, well, pretty fucked up, however not that ridiculous untethered disconnect that high concentrations of P126 can engender… somewhat more single theme fucked up… I notice the driver begins looking around confused when we come to a light, however his driving is unusually good, like that kind of baked when you get into something, you’re absorbed by the coordinations of the moment, when the mundane becomes the point of it all…
I get home, get ready for nightly in bed final meditation, put on Jeffrey Thompson’s Awakened Mind CD on my superclock tweaked out player, we’re locked in on sub-nanosecond digital accuracy which is where the deep level encodings live… I’m totally merged with the hypno-meditative state… my hidden level neural nets are willing to surrender their daily crapola and go with the flow…rather bliss like without being whacked beyond reason…
P125 seems to have some profound possibilities, although it isn’t too strong, a lot is required for it to really strut its’ stuff… lower doses ? time will tell