Last night I drank a tea made from 4.5 g of whole rue seeds, waited a hour, and then smoked some moderate amount of DMT. I hadn't gone in feeling the tea at all, but on the other end I noticed that the DMT trip seemed never to end. 40 min after the hit I still had faint CEVs and I thought, "there's no way it can last this long". I was right—at that point I was in harmala territory.
I figure now I can relate to people with cerebral palsy.
My muscles tensed without my knowledge or consent, making me sore all over... Every little motion was an insurmountable task, and every object in my path a mountain. Getting up the stairs later that night must have taken me 15 minutes! And it was so hard to see. My whole field of view was tracing and bobbing and oozing in such a way that it felt like I was a GoPro being dangled from a string. The light of my phone screen, seeming discontent to be confined to its glass cage, would jump out to the sides, leaving a glowing smear in its wake.
(I imagined this was just my eyes twitching along with the rest of my body.)
Every sound was passing through a desk fan on its way to my brain, adding to the disorientation. And as the cherry-on-top, the whole thing came in waves—and relentlessly. I knew I was most likely fine, but it still felt like I was going to have a seizure. No wonder the faeries had been giggling at me an hour prior during my DMT trip. They must have known what I was in for!
On the bright side, though, wow—syrian rue would be a fantastic creative aid. At a lower dose, anyways. Everything I could imagine, I could immediately conjure up in full detail (much more so than on DMT). When I imagined a loud, piercing sound, my eardrums actually pulled tight. When I imagined someone's face, I saw them in front of me. And the music in my head refused to stop, although I didn't mind, as I was in awe of how clearly I could hear such complex, original material in my head.
Overall, this stuff is horrible and terrifying. Would recommend to a friend, would do again. Everyone harps on about how awful rue is (and tastes), but I think this stuff stands on its own as a powerful tool. I just took too much, and it was uncomfortably debilitating. It doesn't taste that bad at all, either. If not for the sourness of the concentrated lemon juice, the brew would be entirely palatable.
I figure now I can relate to people with cerebral palsy.
My muscles tensed without my knowledge or consent, making me sore all over... Every little motion was an insurmountable task, and every object in my path a mountain. Getting up the stairs later that night must have taken me 15 minutes! And it was so hard to see. My whole field of view was tracing and bobbing and oozing in such a way that it felt like I was a GoPro being dangled from a string. The light of my phone screen, seeming discontent to be confined to its glass cage, would jump out to the sides, leaving a glowing smear in its wake.
(I imagined this was just my eyes twitching along with the rest of my body.)
Every sound was passing through a desk fan on its way to my brain, adding to the disorientation. And as the cherry-on-top, the whole thing came in waves—and relentlessly. I knew I was most likely fine, but it still felt like I was going to have a seizure. No wonder the faeries had been giggling at me an hour prior during my DMT trip. They must have known what I was in for!
On the bright side, though, wow—syrian rue would be a fantastic creative aid. At a lower dose, anyways. Everything I could imagine, I could immediately conjure up in full detail (much more so than on DMT). When I imagined a loud, piercing sound, my eardrums actually pulled tight. When I imagined someone's face, I saw them in front of me. And the music in my head refused to stop, although I didn't mind, as I was in awe of how clearly I could hear such complex, original material in my head.
Overall, this stuff is horrible and terrifying. Would recommend to a friend, would do again. Everyone harps on about how awful rue is (and tastes), but I think this stuff stands on its own as a powerful tool. I just took too much, and it was uncomfortably debilitating. It doesn't taste that bad at all, either. If not for the sourness of the concentrated lemon juice, the brew would be entirely palatable.
Syrian Rue 
