you're about to witness the rise of a Saiyan God
Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 11:24 pm
I don't post on here or even visit this place any more, because I hate it. I think the seduction community, with its current consensus belief set, actually has more potential to poison and confuse young men's minds than it does to actually help them. However, that's a topic for another post, and I'm not sure I want to go into it too much anyway.
I had to come back to post the following however, because, simply, it is potentially that valuable in your efforts to attract more women into your life. It concerns a drug called phenibut, which has the power to temporarily blanket cure introversion and social anxiety.
Phenibut has the potential to eliminate fears and anxieties completely, and induce a friendly, relaxed, pro-social and talkative demeanour, for the entire duration of the drug trip. I'm potentially putting myself out of business by even writing this.
I'm going to repost the text from my phenibut review below, to comply with the posting rules. Additionally, after reading my post, you should also read the phenibut review by Chris from Good Looking Loser (which I also link to in the following text).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phenibut
Firstly, I cannot believe this drug is legal. It is a potent psychotropic with incredibly strong calming and pro-social effects.
Secondly, this may be the first drug I've encountered which gives a social experience on par with MDMA (although the experience itself is of a rather different quality). Since it does not appear to have the neurotoxicity associated with MDMA, nor the week-long come-down, phenibut may be the first real long-term solution for introverts seeking a pharmacological boost for their socializing.
I bought my phenibut in a 25g bag from eBay, which cost me about £10 including postage. I had to use my digital weighing scales to determine that a level teaspoon of phenibut is around 1 gram. Thus, a 1.5 teaspoon measure is roughly 1.5 grams -- the dose I took before my night out. Please note that this is grams, not milligrams -- you need to take a lot of phenibut to get the effects.
I stirred my phenibut into a glass of water, into which it dissolved easily, and drank it down. It was the worst tasting substance I have ever had in my mouth, and I've had some real corkers in my time. I would say it took an hour or so before I started feeling the full effects. The effects lasted the entire night and I did not feel the need at any point to redose. This makes me happy.
Phenibut works on the GABA receptors. These are the main ones alcohol works on too, so you need to be really careful if you intend to drink. Chris from Good Looking Loser has done a really good phenibut review here: http://www.goodlookingloser.com/2012...enibut-review/
He says that while on phenibut, 1 alcoholic drink feels like 3. I'd say that's about right. What he doesn't say is that, while on phenibut, alcohol causes you to experience warm, all-permeating waves spreading across your face and entire body. These waves are highly pleasurable and the result was that I did not reduce my drinking to any extent. I drink like a fish anyway, so I'm pretty sure my GABA tolerance is high. For everyone else -- be careful.
Concerned about the combined GABA effects of alcohol, I actually took a stimulant in advance (ethylphenidate). I would say that this probably did help me retain most of my alertness throughout the night. I was also drinking caffeinated energy drinks and vodka as my main drink, for increased alertness and also because Chris has recommended an excellent synergy between caffeine and phenibut. I can confirm that this synergy is true. So this night consisted of a pretty heady drug cocktail which ticked all the right boxes for me.
The real anxiety-lifting effects took place at the first bar, around an hour after taking the phenibut. I don't experience much anxiety any more anyway, but with this stuff I got to experience an entire night of zero fear whatsoever. This stuff is the real deal. I'd not truly felt that way since the first MDMA trip. The other main noticeable effect of phenibut was that my speech became slurred -- especially as the alcohol level went up. I have not experienced slurred speech from alcohol for about 10 years, so this was really surprising. I did however retain my ability to be articulate in terms of vocabulary, so it's not like I lost my intelligence -- just enunciating words became a little bit harder. I managed to "patch" that at some point however by just trying a bit harder. The other major effect on thought and speech were that the "delay time" between thinking and speaking came right down. I remember remarking to my friend, who was not on the drug but knew that I was, that "it feels like the delay time between thought and speech is only like 0.01 second. It's like whatever I think, I just say. I'm really having to keep my eye on the ball to make sure I don't drop any clangers!" Luckily, my thoughts were so happy that entire night, that I did not feel inclined to say any bad words to anybody.
The primary social effects are decreased fear (of absolutely anything) -- down to practically zero. Further, it appears to reduce thought processes to such an extent that it is IMPOSSIBLE to be judgmental. I was introducing myself and talking merrily to people who usually I would have just thought things about such as, "Jesus, this guy is dumb..." It made me think that this is what alcohol on its own must be like for those "dumber" folk who seem to only need that drug to become socially uninhibited and have a great time. That always puzzled me, but now I might understand it a bit better. I found it very easy and pleasurable to talk to new people and made many new friends, including many women. I was approached several times by men and women throughout the night, and everyone loved me. Like I said, phenibut is the first serious contender to MDMA in the social respect.
After the night out, back at home, I was talking to people on Facebook. Everything took on a deeply philosophical and "content" context. Whenever anyone asked me a question, I felt I knew the answer on a deep emotional level, and that any words I used to describe what I was feeling would simply not do it justice. I remarked a couple of times to people that answering in words is like trying to draw a line around a cloud -- something that is inherently fuzzy and, when defined, loses a great deal of its meaning. I'm sure they thought I was quite nuts at that point. But I can only describe this experience as what I imagine "enlightenment" to look like. Explicate labelling and categorization (words) is an inherently left-brain trait. I felt that this experience must be what it's like to be living entirely in the right brain -- no division, just unity between all things. I decided to stay awake for a while and just enjoy this. I sent some very loving messages to people on Facebook. I expected to be embarrassed reading these back at a later time, but found that they were just pleasant and an honest reflection of my feelings at the time.
Finally, I smoked a cigarette and went weak at the knees. I nearly threw up, and that hardly ever happens to me any more. A similar thing had happened back at the last bar, towards the end of the night (which I took as my cue that I'd had enough and it was time to go home). So phenibut definitely makes the effects of cigarettes far stronger. This is actually pleasurable at the start of the night, but with too much alcohol thrown in on top, cigarettes become strongly nauseating. I waited until the nausea had ended and went to sleep. It was 6:30am by this time.
The hangover the next day was one of the worst I've ever experienced. I usually go out Friday and Saturday nights, but I felt so bad that I actually stayed in on Saturday. The feeling was not sick, nor depressed -- just tired. Like, really tired. I felt no desire whatsoever to redose on phenibut, which I might do on some drug hangovers to clear it up. Yet, I retained the delirious happiness I had experienced the entire night before, for the entire next day. I was just too tired to do anything with it. I was in bed by around 10pm.
The insane intensity of the next day's hangover has made me think that this drug should be a once-a-week-only thing -- preferably Saturday night, so I can still go out both nights. I also do not want to begin taking this that regularly, because I do not want to spoil it like I did with MDMA, tramadol, and practically every other drug I've (ab)used.
Phenibut is special. I want to keep it that way.
