1 gram OJ Tek [Ps. Tampanensis + Ps. Subtropicalis + Ps. Cubensis var Enigma] primed with 3 droppers of Elaeagnus Umbellata (Autumn Olive/Akigumi) bark tincture
Okay, so right out the gate, I have some confounding variables to address, in that this is my first OJ Tek experience above a microdosing threshold, so, I can't be totally certain on the influence of the Akigumi bark tincture, but I do believe that it potentiated the experience, as this was qualitatively different enough from any other mushroom experience I've had, to expect there was some real synergy at work. I can't speak to the absolute potency of the tincture in terms of milligrams or grams of beta carbolines present, but as I've been working with it for several weeks now, there is definitely something to it. The intensity of the experience that followed is also a point in its favor, but it may just be the magic of OJ Tek at work.
A stormy night in the backwoods to set the stage. House is smudged and in good order, bed is comfy, lightning ricochets across the cloudscape after the storm has largely passed, and fireflies flicker amongst the trees.
One fresh squeezed orange, a small knob of grated Ginger, and a dash of grated nutmeg plus the above mentioned gram of sacrament constitute tonight's draught, consumed by candlelight with intent for healing, about a half an hour after taking three droppers of Akigumi bark tincture. The beauty of OJ is the quick come up, and near total conversion of psilocybin to psilocin, so the experience is very clean and bright, and shorter in duration than most other methods of preparation, including lemon tek.
The akigumi basically obliterates any anxiety or preflight jitters, so I'm just chilling in bed in silent darkness waiting for the come up. Visions begin to coalesce. Small wax doll like figures of bird people engaged in tasks of mundane life in vivid color are the first indications of the medicine taking hold. A brilliantly colored feline entity with stripes of gold and purple and green whose face is melting into its own open maw invites me deeper into the space.
I enter it's open mouth and pass through into the space of vision. Thousands of snakes drifting like multicolored streamers in a graceful dance of synchrony move before me. There are senses of lashing tongues and some energies of vague darkness on the periphery, these are aspects of my own energy that I recognize, and that I'm grateful to the medicine for illustrating to me. Moving deeper into the vision, a lot begins to happen...
Of course the visions are impossible to describe, but they have the living, brilliantly multicolored fractal geometry I associate with ayahuasca, yet they are simultaneously impossibly refined and delicate, repeating ad infinitum into a vast sense of space I find myself in the center of. Waves of illumination and impossible color seamlessly interweave throughout the delicate, intricate imagery.
At times I feel myself to be underwater, as the visions feel so alive, organic, and biological. At times I am confronted by vast evolving architectures of flashingly iridescent embodied geometry beings interwoven with the deepest blues and purples and reds, that thrum with an energy of life and vitality, as they evolve and coalesce and disintegrate from within each other. Words fail of course.
I find myself streaming towards what can only be described as a vast and hyperreal alien architecture, there is a sense of light, and presence moving on the periphery, as I stream towards a place of unspeakable intricacy that reminds me of a space station replete with multitudinous sensory input receivers. They perceive me, I perceive them, there is no sense of malice, only a sense of recognition amidst the profound experience of otherness. I engage in communication with, what? The spirit of the mushroom? The alien within? It's hard to say, but I ask questions, and receive clear answers.
There was more, much more, but lost to the ineffable. Lost to the inadequacy of language to express.
I only felt the faintest twinges of anxiety, despite the vividness and relative intensity of the experience, to which I credit the akigumi.
I have had some significant experiences with a gram in the past, but nothing like this. I am generally pretty sensitive to most medicines, but the quality of this experience definitely makes me interested to explore further.
Smooth landing, with some body twitches on the come down, which is something I experience occasionally with mushrooms, especially as they work their way through my digestive system. These twitches always feel like they are healing and beneficial for the enteric nervous system.
I sang some prayer songs to give thanks and close the simple ceremony.
All in all, it was an outstanding experience, and one that I would like to repeat at a slightly higher dosage when the time is right.
All bless
Okay, so right out the gate, I have some confounding variables to address, in that this is my first OJ Tek experience above a microdosing threshold, so, I can't be totally certain on the influence of the Akigumi bark tincture, but I do believe that it potentiated the experience, as this was qualitatively different enough from any other mushroom experience I've had, to expect there was some real synergy at work. I can't speak to the absolute potency of the tincture in terms of milligrams or grams of beta carbolines present, but as I've been working with it for several weeks now, there is definitely something to it. The intensity of the experience that followed is also a point in its favor, but it may just be the magic of OJ Tek at work.
A stormy night in the backwoods to set the stage. House is smudged and in good order, bed is comfy, lightning ricochets across the cloudscape after the storm has largely passed, and fireflies flicker amongst the trees.
One fresh squeezed orange, a small knob of grated Ginger, and a dash of grated nutmeg plus the above mentioned gram of sacrament constitute tonight's draught, consumed by candlelight with intent for healing, about a half an hour after taking three droppers of Akigumi bark tincture. The beauty of OJ is the quick come up, and near total conversion of psilocybin to psilocin, so the experience is very clean and bright, and shorter in duration than most other methods of preparation, including lemon tek.
The akigumi basically obliterates any anxiety or preflight jitters, so I'm just chilling in bed in silent darkness waiting for the come up. Visions begin to coalesce. Small wax doll like figures of bird people engaged in tasks of mundane life in vivid color are the first indications of the medicine taking hold. A brilliantly colored feline entity with stripes of gold and purple and green whose face is melting into its own open maw invites me deeper into the space.
I enter it's open mouth and pass through into the space of vision. Thousands of snakes drifting like multicolored streamers in a graceful dance of synchrony move before me. There are senses of lashing tongues and some energies of vague darkness on the periphery, these are aspects of my own energy that I recognize, and that I'm grateful to the medicine for illustrating to me. Moving deeper into the vision, a lot begins to happen...
Of course the visions are impossible to describe, but they have the living, brilliantly multicolored fractal geometry I associate with ayahuasca, yet they are simultaneously impossibly refined and delicate, repeating ad infinitum into a vast sense of space I find myself in the center of. Waves of illumination and impossible color seamlessly interweave throughout the delicate, intricate imagery.
At times I feel myself to be underwater, as the visions feel so alive, organic, and biological. At times I am confronted by vast evolving architectures of flashingly iridescent embodied geometry beings interwoven with the deepest blues and purples and reds, that thrum with an energy of life and vitality, as they evolve and coalesce and disintegrate from within each other. Words fail of course.
I find myself streaming towards what can only be described as a vast and hyperreal alien architecture, there is a sense of light, and presence moving on the periphery, as I stream towards a place of unspeakable intricacy that reminds me of a space station replete with multitudinous sensory input receivers. They perceive me, I perceive them, there is no sense of malice, only a sense of recognition amidst the profound experience of otherness. I engage in communication with, what? The spirit of the mushroom? The alien within? It's hard to say, but I ask questions, and receive clear answers.
There was more, much more, but lost to the ineffable. Lost to the inadequacy of language to express.
I only felt the faintest twinges of anxiety, despite the vividness and relative intensity of the experience, to which I credit the akigumi.
I have had some significant experiences with a gram in the past, but nothing like this. I am generally pretty sensitive to most medicines, but the quality of this experience definitely makes me interested to explore further.
Smooth landing, with some body twitches on the come down, which is something I experience occasionally with mushrooms, especially as they work their way through my digestive system. These twitches always feel like they are healing and beneficial for the enteric nervous system.
I sang some prayer songs to give thanks and close the simple ceremony.
All in all, it was an outstanding experience, and one that I would like to repeat at a slightly higher dosage when the time is right.
All bless
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