Hello Nexians. I recently attempted to make Ayahuasca for the first time, and would like to share my experience with you, and seek guidance.
For this endeavour, the ‘All About Aya’ pinned thread, and the visual diagram .png file on this forum, were both invaluable and gave me the impetus to attempt this journey. I am very grateful for these resources and nothing I’m about to write should imply criticism of them.
In my ongoing humble quest for some kind of meaning and direction, and spurred on by the information here, I decided to try Ayahuasca. I'd been interested in it for a while, and the often profound and transformative effect people report. Experiences vary wildly, but many people seem to report meeting Mother Ayahuasca, a sort of guide and teacher. Whilst I wanted to go in without expectations, I certainly hoped to meet her and seek her counsel. The consensus was that it would be a therapeutic journey of discovery rather than a recreational experience, which was exactly what I wanted.
I ruled out attending a retreat fairly quickly for a combination of practical, financial and ethical reasons, deciding instead that making it myself was the way to go.
Having acquired the necessary plant material a while ago, Caapi vine (yellow) and Chacruna leaf (dried), I spent all day brewing the tea. I used 100g of each, doing 3x 3hr simmers before reducing down. Whilst doing this, I thought about the intentions I was taking into the experience. I have been thinking a lot about how Western society lacks meaningful rites of passage in life, and how I have come to realise I feel their absence sorely. The most obvious such rite of passage is coming-of-age, although the transition between life stages is another; in my present case, from youth to mid-life. I mulled over feeling somewhat lost; about my changing body and declining libido; about the meaning of ageing; of seeking guidance to navigate this transition. I took all this very seriously, stating my intentions clearly and smudging the house with white sage. I wanted to consider the process ceremonial; the Ayahuasca a sacrament.
I had, frustratingly, found no consensus online of how much to make or consume. In the end, playing it safe, I reduced the brew down to 2 portions of approximately 150ml each, with the principle in mind that you can always take more, but you can never take less. I prepared the spare bedroom for my journey, put on some shamanic music and turned on some LED candles (my partner having sensibly banned the real thing) and drank the brew. It tasted absolutely disgusting. I immediately felt nauseous - not unexpected ("la purga") but I was able to manage this. I lay back, meditating on the big questions, once again stating that I come in peace, in love, to learn, as a humble seeker.
At some point I fell asleep, having been up since early that morning making the brew. I woke up and continued to lie there, waiting for something to happen. I felt essentially normal, except for having an unsettled stomach. At this point I seriously considered drinking the second portion, but my stomach was strongly advising me otherwise. It's easy to say now that I should have, but in the moment I knew that the very taste of it would immediately make me throw up. After a while longer, I went downstairs for some water and ate a bag of crisps. It had been about 3 hours since drinking the brew, and I felt basically nothing. After eating a little, I felt a bit of a buzz, a mild body high, but nothing more. I sat around for a bit longer, then gave up and went to bed and slept.
The next morning I was in a foul mood, I’m not going to pretend otherwise. Not only was I feeling disappointed and frustrated, but I was also caffeine deprived (I followed the rules on avoiding caffeine for 24 hours before and after, due to the MAOI interaction). As the day wore on, I was able to put it all into perspective. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and all that. But still. The mysteries of the universe remain hidden from me; I didn't meet Mother Ayahuasca or, for that matter, anyone else. The big questions remain unanswered. I remain at the threshold of middle age feeling like something is missing that cannot be overcome with booze, sex, exercise or whatever. Neither can they be subsumed by focussing on my hobbies and projects. Thankfully I was able to redirect my energy into my so-far more fruitful parallel exploration of freebase DMT, as I described in my introduction post.
Without wanting to sound resentful, I do wonder if there’s a survivor-bias effect with Ayahuasca. Not on this highly intelligent, thoughtful community of course, but on places like Youtube where my interest began. In that, people who have an amazing, transformative experience are the ones who go on podcasts and make YT videos; people who have underwhelming experiences like mine tend to stay quiet, perhaps. I also wonder if a lot of meaning is added post-hoc, after the fact (I should emphasise, I do not mean to denigrate the importance of integration with this comment). I don’t mean to dismiss anyone else’s experience, but on here, I do feel safe sharing my own unsatisfactory one.
A few days later, I’m feeling much more sanguine about the whole thing. It is stated here that it takes a while to find a sweet spot with Aya; that’s to be expected. I hope I am learning to reflect upon it with humility. I’m now grateful for the experience anyway, and what it has taught me, and the foundation it may yet have laid for future explorations.
I’m not in a rush to return to Aya, due to the extensive brewing times and the dietary restrictions, necessitating time off work. However, I shall in due course. When I do, I think I will reduce the liquid down much further, nearer to a shot glass than a cup of tea, to make it easier to take the second dose. Or simply reduce the same quantity of brew down to a single shot. Alternatively there are other MAOIs (Syrian Rue, etc) and other admixtures to try instead (Chaliponga and so on). I also did not acidify my brew, which some say affects potency. Of course its also possible that I am not particularly receptive to this substance, or that my body just said ‘no’ on this occasion. These things are necessarily complex with many variables.
I appreciate that everyone will have a different experiences, even with the exact same brew. But if anyone feels like giving me any pointers on what I might do differently, that would be amazing. I hope this post has been of some interest. Thanks for reading, and thanks again for all the information about Aya on this forum.
For this endeavour, the ‘All About Aya’ pinned thread, and the visual diagram .png file on this forum, were both invaluable and gave me the impetus to attempt this journey. I am very grateful for these resources and nothing I’m about to write should imply criticism of them.
In my ongoing humble quest for some kind of meaning and direction, and spurred on by the information here, I decided to try Ayahuasca. I'd been interested in it for a while, and the often profound and transformative effect people report. Experiences vary wildly, but many people seem to report meeting Mother Ayahuasca, a sort of guide and teacher. Whilst I wanted to go in without expectations, I certainly hoped to meet her and seek her counsel. The consensus was that it would be a therapeutic journey of discovery rather than a recreational experience, which was exactly what I wanted.
I ruled out attending a retreat fairly quickly for a combination of practical, financial and ethical reasons, deciding instead that making it myself was the way to go.
Having acquired the necessary plant material a while ago, Caapi vine (yellow) and Chacruna leaf (dried), I spent all day brewing the tea. I used 100g of each, doing 3x 3hr simmers before reducing down. Whilst doing this, I thought about the intentions I was taking into the experience. I have been thinking a lot about how Western society lacks meaningful rites of passage in life, and how I have come to realise I feel their absence sorely. The most obvious such rite of passage is coming-of-age, although the transition between life stages is another; in my present case, from youth to mid-life. I mulled over feeling somewhat lost; about my changing body and declining libido; about the meaning of ageing; of seeking guidance to navigate this transition. I took all this very seriously, stating my intentions clearly and smudging the house with white sage. I wanted to consider the process ceremonial; the Ayahuasca a sacrament.
I had, frustratingly, found no consensus online of how much to make or consume. In the end, playing it safe, I reduced the brew down to 2 portions of approximately 150ml each, with the principle in mind that you can always take more, but you can never take less. I prepared the spare bedroom for my journey, put on some shamanic music and turned on some LED candles (my partner having sensibly banned the real thing) and drank the brew. It tasted absolutely disgusting. I immediately felt nauseous - not unexpected ("la purga") but I was able to manage this. I lay back, meditating on the big questions, once again stating that I come in peace, in love, to learn, as a humble seeker.
At some point I fell asleep, having been up since early that morning making the brew. I woke up and continued to lie there, waiting for something to happen. I felt essentially normal, except for having an unsettled stomach. At this point I seriously considered drinking the second portion, but my stomach was strongly advising me otherwise. It's easy to say now that I should have, but in the moment I knew that the very taste of it would immediately make me throw up. After a while longer, I went downstairs for some water and ate a bag of crisps. It had been about 3 hours since drinking the brew, and I felt basically nothing. After eating a little, I felt a bit of a buzz, a mild body high, but nothing more. I sat around for a bit longer, then gave up and went to bed and slept.
The next morning I was in a foul mood, I’m not going to pretend otherwise. Not only was I feeling disappointed and frustrated, but I was also caffeine deprived (I followed the rules on avoiding caffeine for 24 hours before and after, due to the MAOI interaction). As the day wore on, I was able to put it all into perspective. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and all that. But still. The mysteries of the universe remain hidden from me; I didn't meet Mother Ayahuasca or, for that matter, anyone else. The big questions remain unanswered. I remain at the threshold of middle age feeling like something is missing that cannot be overcome with booze, sex, exercise or whatever. Neither can they be subsumed by focussing on my hobbies and projects. Thankfully I was able to redirect my energy into my so-far more fruitful parallel exploration of freebase DMT, as I described in my introduction post.
Without wanting to sound resentful, I do wonder if there’s a survivor-bias effect with Ayahuasca. Not on this highly intelligent, thoughtful community of course, but on places like Youtube where my interest began. In that, people who have an amazing, transformative experience are the ones who go on podcasts and make YT videos; people who have underwhelming experiences like mine tend to stay quiet, perhaps. I also wonder if a lot of meaning is added post-hoc, after the fact (I should emphasise, I do not mean to denigrate the importance of integration with this comment). I don’t mean to dismiss anyone else’s experience, but on here, I do feel safe sharing my own unsatisfactory one.
A few days later, I’m feeling much more sanguine about the whole thing. It is stated here that it takes a while to find a sweet spot with Aya; that’s to be expected. I hope I am learning to reflect upon it with humility. I’m now grateful for the experience anyway, and what it has taught me, and the foundation it may yet have laid for future explorations.
I’m not in a rush to return to Aya, due to the extensive brewing times and the dietary restrictions, necessitating time off work. However, I shall in due course. When I do, I think I will reduce the liquid down much further, nearer to a shot glass than a cup of tea, to make it easier to take the second dose. Or simply reduce the same quantity of brew down to a single shot. Alternatively there are other MAOIs (Syrian Rue, etc) and other admixtures to try instead (Chaliponga and so on). I also did not acidify my brew, which some say affects potency. Of course its also possible that I am not particularly receptive to this substance, or that my body just said ‘no’ on this occasion. These things are necessarily complex with many variables.
I appreciate that everyone will have a different experiences, even with the exact same brew. But if anyone feels like giving me any pointers on what I might do differently, that would be amazing. I hope this post has been of some interest. Thanks for reading, and thanks again for all the information about Aya on this forum.
