Here's a question about the etiquette of sharing, energy, and intentions.
I usually split my collected fumarates into two separate batches of changa whenever I make it. I split the batches into two completely separate dishes, so the only thing they ever share is energy and the same shelf on the dehydrator--zero cross-contamination.
One time, I split a batch this way: 50% tried and true recipe that I know and love and is full of success, and 50% normal recipe + .3g of 10:1 Caapi extract.
When I tried the experimental batch with the extract, Aya was absolutely furious that I burned her bark, and I suffered, rolling around on the floor with tremors and clenching into various catatonic positions. My chest felt heavy and I felt poisoned. Unlike the normal 20 minutes, this abject suffering also ensued for 3+ hours. I was unmistakeably yanked into "FIERCE" Ayahuasca territory and she schooled me so hard for messing with the extract.
Anyway, because that experience was so rough, I've been quite terrified to smoke the sister batch. The other batch contains ONLY the Caapi leaf, ZERO of the extract that caused the problems. I smoked the sister batch once, and it was the usual, beautiful, loving, recalibrating embrace of Goddess that I am normally blessed with.
It sounds very superstitious, but I am basically scared shitless to smoke any more of the good half of this particular batch because of what happened with its twin. It is technically, rationally, logically, perfectly sound changa.
Here is my question. Would it be wrong to give this changa to a friend? It would be given with full disclosure of its history (associated sister batch), and lots of prayers. It would not be given with the intent of just pawning it off on somebody--that seems like BAAAAAD juju--but I'd hate to see it go to waste. The part of my soul that spent 200 hours crafting it knows it is beautiful and deserves a home. It is still perfectly good and safe changa.
But, it is also something that I know my "rational" mind will grab onto during a launch and possibly send me into a panic attack, because my mind has the two energies associated.
God knows I've had enough problems with panic attacks. My unexpected trip down barley lane has definitely thrown a wrench into my normal "letting go" mechanism. Even if this trigger is purely psychological, I have to smoke a new, clean batch from a clean pipe and make sure there is nothing for me to freak out about. I am aware this sounds a bit neurotic.
I have basically become so sensitized to Caapi that I had to weed stimulants from my diet completely. Literally a homeopathic dose of any stimulant--even a bite of cacao--will flip me into a panic attack late at night. I've had a few really terrifying incidents, all unexpected, before I finally figured out what was going on with my body. Stimulants + MAOI = BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD. Even though I used to tolerate things like Cacao perfectly fine... It took me a while to gain my trust back with Ayahuasca, even after I had weeded out the stimulants, because the experience was so gripping. The bad changa experience also went down in the midst of all these panic attacks, and because my mind has developed such a powerful aversion to anything that was a negative trigger in that period of time, I just. can't. smoke. this. particular. batch.
(Otherwise, I have completely recovered, everything else is fine. I'm integrating, my journeys are smooth, everything is back on track. )
So, this whole batch is out, unsmokeable, for reasons of pure ego psychology. The ill-prepared half of the batch is stored to be buried.
Would it be wrong to try and find the good half of batch a loving home it deserves?
I usually split my collected fumarates into two separate batches of changa whenever I make it. I split the batches into two completely separate dishes, so the only thing they ever share is energy and the same shelf on the dehydrator--zero cross-contamination.
One time, I split a batch this way: 50% tried and true recipe that I know and love and is full of success, and 50% normal recipe + .3g of 10:1 Caapi extract.
When I tried the experimental batch with the extract, Aya was absolutely furious that I burned her bark, and I suffered, rolling around on the floor with tremors and clenching into various catatonic positions. My chest felt heavy and I felt poisoned. Unlike the normal 20 minutes, this abject suffering also ensued for 3+ hours. I was unmistakeably yanked into "FIERCE" Ayahuasca territory and she schooled me so hard for messing with the extract.
Anyway, because that experience was so rough, I've been quite terrified to smoke the sister batch. The other batch contains ONLY the Caapi leaf, ZERO of the extract that caused the problems. I smoked the sister batch once, and it was the usual, beautiful, loving, recalibrating embrace of Goddess that I am normally blessed with.
It sounds very superstitious, but I am basically scared shitless to smoke any more of the good half of this particular batch because of what happened with its twin. It is technically, rationally, logically, perfectly sound changa.
Here is my question. Would it be wrong to give this changa to a friend? It would be given with full disclosure of its history (associated sister batch), and lots of prayers. It would not be given with the intent of just pawning it off on somebody--that seems like BAAAAAD juju--but I'd hate to see it go to waste. The part of my soul that spent 200 hours crafting it knows it is beautiful and deserves a home. It is still perfectly good and safe changa.
But, it is also something that I know my "rational" mind will grab onto during a launch and possibly send me into a panic attack, because my mind has the two energies associated.
God knows I've had enough problems with panic attacks. My unexpected trip down barley lane has definitely thrown a wrench into my normal "letting go" mechanism. Even if this trigger is purely psychological, I have to smoke a new, clean batch from a clean pipe and make sure there is nothing for me to freak out about. I am aware this sounds a bit neurotic.
I have basically become so sensitized to Caapi that I had to weed stimulants from my diet completely. Literally a homeopathic dose of any stimulant--even a bite of cacao--will flip me into a panic attack late at night. I've had a few really terrifying incidents, all unexpected, before I finally figured out what was going on with my body. Stimulants + MAOI = BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD. Even though I used to tolerate things like Cacao perfectly fine... It took me a while to gain my trust back with Ayahuasca, even after I had weeded out the stimulants, because the experience was so gripping. The bad changa experience also went down in the midst of all these panic attacks, and because my mind has developed such a powerful aversion to anything that was a negative trigger in that period of time, I just. can't. smoke. this. particular. batch.
(Otherwise, I have completely recovered, everything else is fine. I'm integrating, my journeys are smooth, everything is back on track. )
So, this whole batch is out, unsmokeable, for reasons of pure ego psychology. The ill-prepared half of the batch is stored to be buried.
Would it be wrong to try and find the good half of batch a loving home it deserves?