Im new here but need some advice.

[TheCaterpillar]

Im new here but I have never had DMT at all ive got 250 grams of acacia confusa root bark powder and was thinking about trying some aya. Im getting 100 grams of syrian rue as well and think ive got it all down on making it. Vinegar distilled water the bark boiled 3 times collected and boiled down into one drink make a shot of maoi and im good right? I should be able to handle it ive had high doses of mushrooms before and this can't be as insane as what happened on them. (it was a lot and not cubes but psilocybe azurescens) time stopped completely it felt like a million years before I got back. Aya isn't like that is it? sorry im new here

 

[TGO]

I should be able to handle it ive had high doses of mushrooms before and this can't be as insane as what happened on them.

Welcome!

It can indeed be as insane as that...if not more so. DMT is incredibly powerful especially in the form of ayahuasca. None of these things should be taken lightly. IMHO, there is no comparison but I'd say mushrooms are a decent intro into the DMT realm. The two types of trips have some similarities.

I would start low and build your way up if you haven't experienced DMT before.

Know your Substance
Know your Sitter
Be Safe
Be Smart
Have Fun

Best of luck to you

-The Grateful One-

 

[TheCaterpillar]

is 5 grams a good starting dose I was planing 5 grams ac root bark with 3 grams extracted rue seeds. I dont want something as strong as my serious mushroom trip that made me go insane for a month I couldn't talk or anything for fear of going back. It was inanity and lasted forever I had three 8ths though and their serioypowerful like 4 times more than any cubenisis. 35 hits of LSD was mellow in comparsion.

 

[BongWizard]

IMO, you'll probably want to filter the bark and crushed seed crap out of the soup before you boil it down too much. It's also not a bad idea to throw pull or two of non polar (eg naphtha, xylene ether etc) through the mixture to get rid of any tannins or fats which might have been mobilised during the boiling process. That's just my recommendation, because I've found all that junk (especially the tannins) don't sit in my stomach real well. The non polar's probably less *essential* but I'd definitely advise a least one pass filtration.

As for dosage, I'd probably go 5 grams of rue seeds and at least 5 of bark. You could probably go as much as 8 grams of bark if you want a powerful experience, but as always, it's best to start slow. You can always put more in, but you can't ever take any out.

 

[TheCaterpillar]

get rid of any tannins or fats which might have been mobilised during the boiling process.

Well I heard egg whites work well for that but im not sure. I might want to purge I hear it's a good thing for spiritual trips which is what im looking for. I had a friend die a while back and still feel bad about it so im hoping this helps me come to peace. I don't want to go into detail but I was close to her and I feel terrible because she killed herself while on the phone with me. It's been a few years but it still bothers me deeply... on a happier note im excited to dabble into the world of DMT i've been having a good year and need a tool to get over this obstacle I can't date anybody because of what happend im scared to commit but this should put me in a state of mind to work things out.

 

[BongWizard]

Really sorry to hear about that brother. Losses like that are among the hardest to cope with, just remember, you're not to blame.

Yeah egg white do work quite well to catch all those pesky insolubles, but you'll definitely want to run it through a filter first. Nothing worse than a filthy gritty brew stuck in the back of your throat. I also recommend you drink it hot (well, warm anyway) rather than cold, as that always helps me a lot with the nausea.

Remember, set and setting. Calm, cool and comfortable. As long as you're open to the experience and willing to fully accept it, you'll be fine. I really hope this helps you on your journey towards personal healing.

 

[amandanita]

time stopped completely it felt like a million years before I got back.

I'm sorry about this off-topic question but am I the only one who loves all the things most people seem to fear/dislike?

I would love to be on a trip lasting millions of years, lasting so long that when I came back the trip memories would have wiped out all my real memories and I'd have to find cues to even figure out who I am (I don't mean this escapistically, I've dealt with my past and my life, it's not worth holding on to so if that happened, I wouldn't mind! I'd just need the very last few memories so that it wouldn't amount to complete amnesia (I mean, I should remember the people closest to me at least!)

Also I love dark trips full of (all kinds of) darkness, trips full of fear, violence, death that teach me something valuable, the loss of identity and ego, trips where I'm not human but get to see the world through other eyes (insect, for example) and so on.

I wonder if anyone else likes those aspects of trips? I read so many people describe those aspects in negative terms and I'm not sure why.

edit: I'm sorry about your friend That must be difficult to deal with.

 

[TheCaterpillar]

Oh trust me man you wouldn't want that trip I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. It taught me some valuable lessons though.
The tip started with me and a friend and we ate them and whent for a walk he had a low dose (half an 8th dry) I had three 8ths dry a very high dose (I had no clue they were what they were my friend switched the bags up I thought they were cubes) We walked for a bit talked about things and we got back to my house 30 minutes latter. The visuals started off good the floor was breathing with energy and my friend was playing Kid Cudi it seemed to dance and vibrate with the beat. We made it outside it was around 45 minutes after eating them (12:00am) and I could see the morning grass forming beads of water from the humidity. The water started flowing up into the sky somewhat like reverse rain my friend was babbling some crazy thing it was inaudible to me I couldn't hear anything clearly. We some how made it into my garage and I got my skateboard out after talking to a box which I swear looked just like my friend. It was super dark this was about the last time I checked my phone (well the last time I could see my phone) it was 12:15 only one hour in and it had felt like I had peaked I didn't think I could go further but I was very wrong. We skated and we made it to a bus stop we sat down and talked.

This is where im not sure what was real and not real my friend pulled out a knife (I known that was real he remembers some of this) and chased me saying its your turn to die the profit of darkness has chosen me not you. I yelled stop man we've gone insane just calm down it didn't work but I could no longer tell which way he was coming from the intensity of my hallucinations was too much every detail exact every thing was no longer real but also real I had completely lost touch with reality. He stabbed me several times that night (all in my head) and I saw comets from the night sky rain upon earth there was destruction and death every place I looked total terror was upon me. Towards the end it gets hard to explain I saw a pulsing clock that was filled with good energy it was a safe haven in all this darkness. The clock was broken though I realized its because wearever I was time could not reach me I was far gone from this world dead (I thought) Eventually I stopped caring and saw a dancing rain of numbers fall onto the walls which was pulsing and also made of more numbers it looked like the matrix code. Something happend after that but I can't explain what it was its more of a feeling than something you can see because everything became feelings not sight but emotions that I never had before.

I woke up in my bed the next morning sure that this was another world in my head it took me one month in a mental hospital till I could speak and it took longer till I realized it wasn't some cruel trick (like make me think im here then bam im back in that hell). But I learned tripping and weapons is a bad combination the fear he put in me was what did it he looked ready to kill. It turns out he was justing messing with me (it was his first time on shrooms and we mess with each other on weed )

 

[BongWizard]

I've gotta agree with amandanita on this one. I always wish it would last longer! I also enjoy the darker experiences, too. In my mind it not a "bad" or "negative" experience unless you believe it to be, it's just a different flavour, something to learn and grow from. I think those darker trips need to happen occasionally, whether it's for personal growth, healing or divine realisation, you've gotta change it up sometimes. After all, if you could have chocolate for the rest of your life i think you'd pretty quickly start to crave a bit of vanilla

 

[amandanita]

Oh trust me man you wouldn't want that trip I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. It taught me some valuable lessons though.
The tip started with me and a friend and we ate them and whent for a walk he had a low dose (half an 8th dry) I had three 8ths dry a very high dose (I had no clue they were what they were my friend switched the bags up I thought they were cubes) We walked for a bit talked about things and we got back to my house 30 minutes latter. The visuals started off good the floor was breathing with energy and my friend was playing Kid Cudi it seemed to dance and vibrate with the beat. We made it outside it was around 45 minutes after eating them (12:00am) and I could see the morning grass forming beads of water from the humidity. The water started flowing up into the sky somewhat like reverse rain my friend was babbling some crazy thing it was inaudible to me I couldn't hear anything clearly. We some how made it into my garage and I got my skateboard out after talking to a box which I swear looked just like my friend. It was super dark this was about the last time I checked my phone (well the last time I could see my phone) it was 12:15 only one hour in and it had felt like I had peaked I didn't think I could go further but I was very wrong. We skated and we made it to a bus stop we sat down and talked.

This is where im not sure what was real and not real my friend pulled out a knife (I known that was real he remembers some of this) and chased me saying its your turn to die the profit of darkness has chosen me not you. I yelled stop man we've gone insane just calm down it didn't work but I could no longer tell which way he was coming from the intensity of my hallucinations was too much every detail exact every thing was no longer real but also real I had completely lost touch with reality. He stabbed me several times that night (all in my head) and I saw comets from the night sky rain upon earth there was destruction and death every place I looked total terror was upon me. Towards the end it gets hard to explain I saw a pulsing clock that was filled with good energy it was a safe haven in all this darkness. The clock was broken though I realized its because wearever I was time could not reach me I was far gone from this world dead (I thought) Eventually I stopped caring and saw a dancing rain of numbers fall onto the walls which was pulsing and also made of more numbers it looked like the matrix code. Something happend after that but I can't explain what it was its more of a feeling than something you can see because everything became feelings not sight but emotions that I never had before.

I woke up in my bed the next morning sure that this was another world in my head it took me one month in a mental hospital till I could speak and it took longer till I realized it wasn't some cruel trick (like make me think im here then bam im back in that hell). But I learned tripping and weapons is a bad combination the fear he put in me was what did it he looked ready to kill. It turns out he was justing messing with me (it was his first time on shrooms and we mess with each other on weed )

I'm sorry you reacted in such an extreme way to the experience I know how feelings like fear can be heightened (even exponentially) when you take psychedelics but a month in a mental hospital suggests you weren't ready to handle your own emotions. What strikes me most is that you seemed to have "broken down" because you weren't sure what was real, not because of not being able to trust your friend or thinking your friend tried to kill you/stabbed you. You say your experience taught you valuable lessons, so I won't say anything about what I think you could have done differently but I hope you no longer have a problem with your reality being changed into something else. Otherwise taking wasca is not a good idea!

I've gotta agree with amandanita on this one. I always wish it would last longer! I also enjoy the darker experiences, too. In my mind it not a "bad" or "negative" experience unless you believe it to be, it's just a different flavour, something to learn and grow from. I think those darker trips need to happen occasionally, whether it's for personal growth, healing or divine realisation, you've gotta change it up sometimes. After all, if you could have chocolate for the rest of your life i think you'd pretty quickly start to crave a bit of vanilla

I tried PMing you but apparently I can't!

yes yes exactly! i enjoy the light/happy trips and the dark trips and trips that go from one to the other or are just a mix of everything and yeah, they can be very good teachers. Nothing to teach you empathy like experiencing (possibly to an extreme/exaggerated/metaphorical extent) what you put others through (if there's something negative in the way you treat others) for example

if i'm completely honest I prefer the "dark side" most of the time and i completely agree that an experience is only negative if you tell yourself it's negative until you believe it is! otherwise it's a positive experience you can learn something positive from one side of the coin = half the truth.

I've actually eaten nothing but chocolate for a while! (my eating habits can be strange sometimes) it got boring so fast!

 

[BongWizard]

yes yes exactly! i enjoy the light/happy trips and the dark trips and trips that go from one to the other or are just a mix of everything and yeah, they can be very good teachers. Nothing to teach you empathy like experiencing (possibly to an extreme/exaggerated/metaphorical extent) what you put others through (if there's something negative in the way you treat others) for example

if i'm completely honest I prefer the "dark side" most of the time and i completely agree that an experience is only negative if you tell yourself it's negative until you believe it is! otherwise it's a positive experience you can learn something positive from one side of the coin = half the truth.

It is only through loss, pain, fear and suffering that we can find the self-created motivation to truly change ourselves. Change catalysed by good feelings is all too often frivolous, a pursuit of self indulgent pleasure. The change driven by the darker side of our self is very rarely with poor reasons or ill intent, it comes primarily from our will to change and improve ourselves. I believe that without these dark experiences we couldn't enjoy the lighter ones to nearly the same extent.

“They say there is no light without dark, no good without evil, no male without female, no right without wrong. That nothing can exist if it's direct opposite does not also exist."
- Laurell K. Hamilton, Incubus Dreams

 

[TheCaterpillar]

Thats true man I was not ready for that experience at the time as it was only my 6th or 7th trip. I never had acid until after that and the most I ever ate was a 8th of cubes. I was sane it's just I didn't believe anything. After not doing any drugs for a year I started doing acid and got really into that and then realized I just had too much so I started doing shrooms again but only low doses of wild ones I find. Im much better about dosage stuff and realized I shouldn't chase highs with these things I used to think of shrooms the same as weed. I understand the powers of them now I think it was meant to be in a way like punishment for just blindly eating a bunch thinking that it will just be fun.