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I'm not sure what thechell just happened...but it was awesome.

I am still very very altered as I write this, but hot damn, I want to share this.

Again, bear with me, I'm still in it.

Now the blend in question only has 300mg DMT, while there is 1g of harmalas and 1g of herbs...

I thought this was going to be grounding... that's what I was shooting for.

As I tell clients, "the medicine usually gives you more of what you need than what you want."

This is another damn instance where I'm just like "what's the distinction in a breakthrough anyway?"

How am I writing this?! Great question, it really is.

Anyway. So I opened the space and forgot to get in touch with my body. Oh the ails of ADHD and being neurotic about "just get in the space"

Still writing still altered, just letting you know.

In my opening invocation I wanted to pray for my sister who had to go to the hospital today but to also to reach homeostasis and balance after sitting in the medicine space all day.

I underestimated the amount of DMT I may get in a hit, and I'm glad I did. I hit it like it was a harmala cannabis bowl (no trepidation really).

So after the second hit, I catch myself grinning! Grinning, knowing I went to far, but I was all for it!

I ALMOST JUST LOST EVERYTHING I WROTE! OMG!

Back to the story. So in the beginning as I prayed for my sister it was naturally grotesque imagery as the subconscious was touching on hard stuff that reflected infancy, fetus, geriatric, illness, etc. Just all things related, but with the DMT spin on it so it was nice and novel, even if uncomfortable. You sit with it. This is the work.

Next thing I know several familiar feeling entities are instructing me to do different things with my mouth throat and jaw to effectively "heal my trauma of expression" and I just went with it. I could see the energy vortices in my throat as they opened. There was a very very intense somatic activation.

Now I'm almost landed fully.

It was a lot, it was unexpected, but dammit, deep down that's what I want!

❤️

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Idea for the morning blend I'd like to make.

-300mg-500mg DMT
-1g harmine
-250mg mullein
-250mg raspberry leaf
-200mg peppermint
-150mg damiana
-150mg chaliponga/caapi leaf mix

I don't usually make em this dense with herbs, but this is what I feel in my intuition for this specific blend.

Thoughts?

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It's everclear and not IPA. I did that only for the brief moment to take the pic. While the jar is still on the altar, the lid is on. I wouldn't have tried that if I had used IPA.
Also that candle light is deceptive in the pic. The wick is kinda poor and so it's not much of a flame.

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Voidmatrix said:
It's everclear and not IPA. I did that only for the brief moment to take the pic. While the jar is still on the altar, the lid is on. I wouldn't have tried that if I had used IPA.
Also that candle light is deceptive in the pic. The wick is kinda poor and so it's not much of a flame.

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Everclear and IPA have very similar flammability properties:
IPA:
Flash pointOpen cup: 11.7 °C (53.1 °F; 284.8 K)
Closed cup: 13 °C (55 °F)
Autoignition
temperature		399 °C (750 °F; 672 K)
Explosive limits2–12.7%
Ethanol:

Flash point

14 °C (Absolute)
9 °C - closed cup
Autoignition
temperature		362 °C
Upper/lower
flammability or
explosive limits		Upper explosion limit: 24,5 %(V)
Lower explosion limit: 3,3 %(V)
 
Transform said:
Everclear and IPA have very similar flammability properties:
IPA:
Flash pointOpen cup: 11.7 °C (53.1 °F; 284.8 K)
Closed cup: 13 °C (55 °F)
Autoignition
temperature		399 °C (750 °F; 672 K)
Explosive limits2–12.7%
Ethanol:

Flash point
14 °C (Absolute)
9 °C - closed cup
Upper/lower
flammability or
explosive limits		Upper explosion limit: 24,5 %(V)
Lower explosion limit: 3,3 %(V)
Autoignition
temperature		362 °C
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Thank you. This is why I was still quick about it.

If it's any consolation, the jar also is only half full.

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Voidmatrix said:
Thank you. This is why I was still quick about it.

If it's any consolation, the jar also is only half full.

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You can also just drop the lid back on if it did catch - as long as no untoward spillages happen.

Mostly posting because we're kind of expected to set a good example of safety practices 😁
 
Transform said:
You can also just drop the lid back on if it did catch - as long as no untoward spillages happen.

Mostly posting because we're kind of expected to set a good example of safety practices 😁
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Oh! The lid was only off for you guys! "I did it for the vine." 🫠 when I begin the fan dry, it's on my desk with a fan blowing towards the windows.

And yes! That's why I'm glad you're checking me on it right now!

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-500mg DMT
-600mg harmine
-250mg mullein
-250mg raspberry leaf
-200mg peppermint
-150mg damiana
-150mg chaliponga/caapi leaf mix
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I tried using less everclear, but that ended up leaving a fair amount of harmine in the bottom of the jar. Oh well.

This blend is for rocky mornings to help me align.

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🌺🔥🫧 said:
You sound like a wonder child fairy when you write like this! 😄 OMG
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I am assuming you mean from the last report I shared in this thread. I was escited [sic] :LOL:

TheWatchers said:
I have started practicing with throat singing, humming and chanting while under, and I tell ya it is a good ass time! It is cool as hell.
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I've never really considered trying it out on my own. Whenever it occurs for me it tends to be very spontaneous.

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I'm sharing this here because I feel like I have too many other trip reports trickled throughout the forum over the years. :LOL:

Take a deep breath with me. *Heavy physiological sigh.

Around 9:30 I took 150mg of encapsulated harmine approximately two hours after eating a bowl of steel cut oats. It was a funky start to the morning where I didn't really sleep again, and my dog was acting weird. Her and I went to the park and to the store. Then it was journey time.

I made the decision to take this journey last night. I journaled that I wanted to take this time with this medicine to see myself through a less depressive lens, work on growing closer to myself, forgiving myself, and having some enjoyment in the process. Do art, make music, make it a creative ceremony.

I didn't draw.

I did play some of my steel tongue drum and the singing bowl that belonged to my friend that passed away last month. I also used a blanket he gave me. I cried a few times. I miss him. It was good to miss him in the space.

At approximately 10:00 I took 25mg of DMT dissolved in lemon juice and water. I'm kind of restarting my work with pharma. I don't trust myself as I used to with psychedelics, so am titrating my way back into deeper waters. At the same time, DMT and harmalas are interesting characters... I'm not sure how or why, but this was the deepest experience that I've had, even with some being a greater overall dose of DMT. It was particularly philosophical with some inner critiques of certain elements of things that I observe. Often regarding the use of certain kinds of concepts by others, how they map "logically" or reasonably, how much accuracy and veracity there is in a given thought process, blah blah blah.

In the spirit of forgiving myself, I made a point to speak it out loud, feeling what this forgiveness of self is like in my body in a somatic way. It was like feeling a weight lift, or as if one could glide or fly; an air of liberation. During this time, I recall reflecting on how this is but one part of the process, and that I may need to revisit this activity in the future. I would also need to really frame and deliver it in a way that feels authentic to me, wherein I can really receive it from myself for myself. I'm not very good at bullsh*tting myself, which is why a lot of techniques and kernels of advice don't work very well for me; everything goes through several critical filters. That's what's important to me. That's how I find alignment.

During an emotional point, for the life of me I can't remember exactly what was occurring, I realized I may have to purge. Initially, I tried to stave it off, but there was a point where my intuition said, "sit up," to which I seamlessly sat up to my knees, grabbed the trashcan, and began to heave. There wasn't much of anything physical that came up, but plenty that was energetic and symbolic. Almost as though the weight that I was feeling lifting from me was lifted from my mouth. This was well after the hour mark from when I had taken the DMT... this is important because for the next 20 or so minutes, it felt like the experience was restarting and I started to come up more on the medicine. It was interesting; usually when that happens, or since losing some trust in myself really, I tend to have a slight amount of panic with neuroses and paranoia kicking in about how much deeper it's going to get (last time this happened was when smoalking my 1:1:1 blend of changa). This time, I was open to it, ready for it, trusting myself and the medicine, and the process, I eagerly looked forward to how much further they would take me. It was around this same time that I went to the restroom. It had been a while since I had stood up.

Relieving myself, I started to walk out, but then there was an alignment of realization of where I was (in the bathroom with a mirror) and what some of my goals were (connect to self), so I turned around and decided to really look at myself in an altered state. Leaning in, staring myself dead in the eye...

One thing I noticed is that the view of myself likely makes me look like an a**hole sometimes. Sometimes people tell me things, and I wonder why they're telling me, and I'm sure it shows because I can only hide so much... They may have no other reason than just wanting to talk to me. People seem to have some admiration for the person I am, but I don't have that admiration, so end up confused. People want to talk to and share things with people they like, trust, appreciate, etc... duh!

Now, I'm all sorts of caught up by what I shared... shows there's work to do. I should be able to admit certain things about myself for crying out loud.

Anyway, the end of the journey was a little rough, but necessary. Part of it was my own fault. My own fault because of my damn phone. We'll just leave it at that other than to share that I had looked at my phone in order to record something without my music stopping. I need to buy a voice recorder because I don't like my phone in the space. Never have. Damn thing is a distraction and an addiction endemic to modern society. A lot of frustration and anger bubbled to the surface. It represented the many ways in which I have needs that are not being filled. It was a reflection of something stifled for a long time. I'm back again at learning how to be okay with expressing my anger without it being categorically wrong (mind you, I don't find it categorically wrong with regards to others, just myself).

I learned recently that the phenomenon of burnout can take a very long time to resolve. This is my attempt at making it better.

While the journey didn't end the way I would've liked, it was everything I needed. And for that I'm grateful, to the plants, and everything else, exoteric and esoteric, that played a part in this journey.

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