AluminumFoilRobots
gufyg
PRE-CONDITIONS
(mind)Set: expectant, a little nervous, but ready for whatever may have come. Perhaps a bit distracted, even if only unconcoiusly.
(physical condition) Set: Hungry! (had been fasting all day)
Setting (location):first in the woods, then at my father's house.
time of day: daytime, bright and sunny
recent drug use: Cannabis (daily) kratom(semidaily but not that day), tobacco, coffee.
last meal: day before, fairly unhealthy.
PARTICIPANT
Gender: male
body weight: ~380
known sensitivities:
history of use: generally experienced with a variety of plants and compounds, both psychedelic and not. With oral DMT-brews I have had around 10 experiences prior to this)
BIOASSAY
Substance(s): D. cabrerana, P. harmala
Dose(s): 14 g, 4 g
Method of administration: aqueous extract, toss and wash.
EFFECTS
Administration time: T=0:00 (harmala) T=0:30 (chaliponga)
Duration: (~7hours)
First effects: T= 0:45
Peak: T= 2:00 - T=3:30
Come down:T= 3:30 - T=7:00
Baseline: next morning
Intensity (overall): (use HRS-like scale i.e. 0-4: 0 = "Not at all;" 1 = "Slightly;" 2 = "Moderately;" 3 = "Quite a bit;" 4 = "Extremely."
Evaluation / notes:
OPTIONAL
Pleasantness: (1
Implesantness: (2)
Visual Intensity: (4)
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AFTER-EFFECTS
Hangover: 0
Afterglow: (1)
REPORT
I spent the morning preparing the brew. It was the last of the chaliponga I had purchased a few months before. I put in 24 grams, to be split between two people, the other of which is mostly psychedelically naive. In retrospect this was a terribly reckless move. I sang to the brew as I cooked it, letting the words come effortlessly. I called to the spirits of the chaliponga vine, to the spirits of light and to the hekula spirits, who I have been much wanting to meet. After procuring some cannabis to allay nausea, I bottled the brew, ground up 4 grams of harmala, and my wife and I left to my friend, S’s papaw’s house out in the country. My wife, O, and S’s girlfriend K were going to get drunk, while S and I drank the brew. We ate the harmala and rolled two joints. We then walked outside and drank our portions, washing it down with juice. As we began to walk to our destination, S vomited up half of his share and then drank the other half. We walked probably a mile into the woods and over a barbed wire fence to arrive at an old concrete-enclosed riverbed but found it infested with tiger-mosquitos and thus uninhabitable, so we retreated the mile BACK to papaws. This was clearly against the drink-and-sit-still prerogative, but it really didn’t hurt my stomach.
It always seems to happen that at some point in the perhaps one hour that it takes for the tryptamines to begin activating my 5-HT receptors I always seem to get worried that I didn’t take enough - this was the case here as well. However by ~45 minutes I was noticing the initial deep blue and purple... green, tangerine lines that always seem to develop immediately prior the come-up of an oral DMT brew. I can tell that I am minutes away from being plunged into the churning when the lines take on a vivid nature and begin to move diagonally, forming great X’s behind my eyelids.
So, we arrived at papaws. The grass began to shimmer, a sheen of thin webbing made of light began to crawl over everything. Within probably two minutes I was goofing out over everything, opening my eyes wide and bursting out laughing. It was quickly decided that we should go back home, and we piled in cars to get there. I closed my eyes most of the way back, a short drive though the country. When we got there, everything seemed horribly wrong. There were people everywhere partying and lots of cars. I felt immediate fear and anguish at the scene in the street, and we got out of our cars. I quite literally ran to the backyard to head for the safety of our tent, thinking everyone else would follow me. They didn’t. As I got to the back I saw my 50-something year old neighbor sitting in the backyard, and I felt fear at him as well. I barreled into the tent, and wrapped myself into the blankets, and soon forgot about all the people outside. I closed my eyes, and what I saw astounded me. It was as if I had actually freebased the DMT. Brilliantly colored fast-moving three-dimensional visions of giant machine-like structures made of warm orange light, interlocking with alien deserts full of technological flora, a world where all matter was abundantly alive and moving ceaselessly into more and more complex forms, plasma condensing into bio-mechanical sentient and unexplainable constructs. There was, again as with freebase, a somewhat scandinavian gestalt to it all, it was as if I recognized what I was seeing was in fact the basis for all culture. And then, the spirits arrived to greet me.
They bounded in, leaping above the light-machines to encircle me. Their skin was all orange and red light, the colors of a sunset. Their heads were the heads of crane-flies, or some sort of insect, only multiple feet across and pulsating luminous color. They were taller than me by a good margin, or perhaps they were positioned above me. They were clearly a tribe of paleolithic deities, alien spirits, tribal denizens of hyperspace. They were very much like the elves that I encountered in my initial experiments with freebase, only they were clearly humanoid, and wearing glowing decorative armor. They jittered around the space that we were in, as if they were linked in with the whole schema, like they had gears that connected them to the walls. They had a timelessness to them, a wisdom of all ages. I felt as if I was long ago, before humanity had culture and was free, and that these beings were our teachers. I began to let out a clear buzzing sound, seemingly at the call of the bug-headed deities (a common thread I have found with the tryptamine psychedelics is that at high doses a “buzzing” can be heard coming through my every molecule, and I can vocally “catch-on” to this carrier-wave and the visions come pouring through and it is always a ++++ experience) and at which the visions seemed to pour from my mouth and throat.
After this everything went terribly wrong - the rap across the street got louder and someone let out a terrible scream. The spirits recoiled at the commotion, spooking and bounding away from me. Instantly the general color of my visions went from deep warm colors to wretchedly yellow and gray, metallic even. The fear returned, only magnified and gut-wrenching. A complete scenario formed in my mind of police showing up and raiding the party across the street, coming in my backyard with guns and either taking me to jail or just shooting me in the head right there in front of my neighbor. I had a visceral reaction to this, and I desperately wanted the trip to be over so I wouldn’t be murdered by the cops. At my loss of faith, the visions took on an ominous tone and began to overwhelm me. There was sharp alien clockwork all over everything, and sheen of motion that seemed to cover my eyes making the world impossible to sort out. I ran inside, and came into the room that everyone was in. They looked at me and saw that I was clearly panicking, but I was in such a state that I was afraid of everything and began to cry and shout at everyone. I felt as though they had left me outside while we were being raided and ran into the bathroom to prepare for my imminent jailing as a maniac. The bathroom seemed dark, menacing, with the chatter of alien clockwork ringing in my ears. I called O. into the bathroom, but in talking to her I became so confused that I mistook the fact that everything was really ok and there was nothing to be worrying about as her being somehow disdainful of me and started to shout nonsense at her. I went and lay on the pad in the next room, and S. came in. I immediately noticed that he was acting very strange as well. We couldn’t communicate at all, and he jumped up and yelled and ran into the bathroom. I stood and walked back into the living room, and immediately thought that K. was trying to pick a fight with me. I screamed at her and told her to leave. I was clearly being paranoid and irrational, and it was as if there was something blocking me from communicating at all. K. and S. left, and I told O. that I HAD to leave this house immediately. We left and drove while I repeated myself endlessly and sobbed about “why won’t anyone help me!”. We got back to the house, and after a while my father arrived. My father is quite experienced with various hallucinogens, and he just has an aura of one who knows about him. As soon as he arrived, I felt better and started to come out of the helpless ego-trap that I had been stuck in for the past hour. After a while, we departed to rejoin our friends. I felt as if this city was a third-world slum, and I felt sickness and hatred at the place. I felt as though I should be on a documentary about slum life saying “I hate the slums”.
After some tenseness, O. and K. and I reconciled and we hung out at my other friends house. I ate a small amount of kratom with some others, and the whole rest of the night was mostly warm and good. Even though nothing special was happening I really felt close to all my friends and my wife. At one point I came in and had the distinct impression that we were at the warm, reconciling point of some movie. I dunno.
In retrospect, this experience was both astounding and visionary, and yet also my first “bad” trip with tryptamine hallucinogens. I learned that setting is EXTREMELY important ESPECIALLY on a large (~12 gram) dose of Diplopterys cabrerana. This really should have been obvious to me all along. This was my first jaguar-bite, and really I feel better for having gone through it. Also, machine-elves as paleolithic alien gods?
(mind)Set: expectant, a little nervous, but ready for whatever may have come. Perhaps a bit distracted, even if only unconcoiusly.
(physical condition) Set: Hungry! (had been fasting all day)
Setting (location):first in the woods, then at my father's house.
time of day: daytime, bright and sunny
recent drug use: Cannabis (daily) kratom(semidaily but not that day), tobacco, coffee.
last meal: day before, fairly unhealthy.
PARTICIPANT
Gender: male
body weight: ~380
known sensitivities:
history of use: generally experienced with a variety of plants and compounds, both psychedelic and not. With oral DMT-brews I have had around 10 experiences prior to this)
BIOASSAY
Substance(s): D. cabrerana, P. harmala
Dose(s): 14 g, 4 g
Method of administration: aqueous extract, toss and wash.
EFFECTS
Administration time: T=0:00 (harmala) T=0:30 (chaliponga)
Duration: (~7hours)
First effects: T= 0:45
Peak: T= 2:00 - T=3:30
Come down:T= 3:30 - T=7:00
Baseline: next morning
Intensity (overall): (use HRS-like scale i.e. 0-4: 0 = "Not at all;" 1 = "Slightly;" 2 = "Moderately;" 3 = "Quite a bit;" 4 = "Extremely."
Evaluation / notes:
OPTIONAL
Pleasantness: (1
Implesantness: (2)
Visual Intensity: (4)
.
.
.
AFTER-EFFECTS
Hangover: 0
Afterglow: (1)
REPORT
I spent the morning preparing the brew. It was the last of the chaliponga I had purchased a few months before. I put in 24 grams, to be split between two people, the other of which is mostly psychedelically naive. In retrospect this was a terribly reckless move. I sang to the brew as I cooked it, letting the words come effortlessly. I called to the spirits of the chaliponga vine, to the spirits of light and to the hekula spirits, who I have been much wanting to meet. After procuring some cannabis to allay nausea, I bottled the brew, ground up 4 grams of harmala, and my wife and I left to my friend, S’s papaw’s house out in the country. My wife, O, and S’s girlfriend K were going to get drunk, while S and I drank the brew. We ate the harmala and rolled two joints. We then walked outside and drank our portions, washing it down with juice. As we began to walk to our destination, S vomited up half of his share and then drank the other half. We walked probably a mile into the woods and over a barbed wire fence to arrive at an old concrete-enclosed riverbed but found it infested with tiger-mosquitos and thus uninhabitable, so we retreated the mile BACK to papaws. This was clearly against the drink-and-sit-still prerogative, but it really didn’t hurt my stomach.
It always seems to happen that at some point in the perhaps one hour that it takes for the tryptamines to begin activating my 5-HT receptors I always seem to get worried that I didn’t take enough - this was the case here as well. However by ~45 minutes I was noticing the initial deep blue and purple... green, tangerine lines that always seem to develop immediately prior the come-up of an oral DMT brew. I can tell that I am minutes away from being plunged into the churning when the lines take on a vivid nature and begin to move diagonally, forming great X’s behind my eyelids.
So, we arrived at papaws. The grass began to shimmer, a sheen of thin webbing made of light began to crawl over everything. Within probably two minutes I was goofing out over everything, opening my eyes wide and bursting out laughing. It was quickly decided that we should go back home, and we piled in cars to get there. I closed my eyes most of the way back, a short drive though the country. When we got there, everything seemed horribly wrong. There were people everywhere partying and lots of cars. I felt immediate fear and anguish at the scene in the street, and we got out of our cars. I quite literally ran to the backyard to head for the safety of our tent, thinking everyone else would follow me. They didn’t. As I got to the back I saw my 50-something year old neighbor sitting in the backyard, and I felt fear at him as well. I barreled into the tent, and wrapped myself into the blankets, and soon forgot about all the people outside. I closed my eyes, and what I saw astounded me. It was as if I had actually freebased the DMT. Brilliantly colored fast-moving three-dimensional visions of giant machine-like structures made of warm orange light, interlocking with alien deserts full of technological flora, a world where all matter was abundantly alive and moving ceaselessly into more and more complex forms, plasma condensing into bio-mechanical sentient and unexplainable constructs. There was, again as with freebase, a somewhat scandinavian gestalt to it all, it was as if I recognized what I was seeing was in fact the basis for all culture. And then, the spirits arrived to greet me.
They bounded in, leaping above the light-machines to encircle me. Their skin was all orange and red light, the colors of a sunset. Their heads were the heads of crane-flies, or some sort of insect, only multiple feet across and pulsating luminous color. They were taller than me by a good margin, or perhaps they were positioned above me. They were clearly a tribe of paleolithic deities, alien spirits, tribal denizens of hyperspace. They were very much like the elves that I encountered in my initial experiments with freebase, only they were clearly humanoid, and wearing glowing decorative armor. They jittered around the space that we were in, as if they were linked in with the whole schema, like they had gears that connected them to the walls. They had a timelessness to them, a wisdom of all ages. I felt as if I was long ago, before humanity had culture and was free, and that these beings were our teachers. I began to let out a clear buzzing sound, seemingly at the call of the bug-headed deities (a common thread I have found with the tryptamine psychedelics is that at high doses a “buzzing” can be heard coming through my every molecule, and I can vocally “catch-on” to this carrier-wave and the visions come pouring through and it is always a ++++ experience) and at which the visions seemed to pour from my mouth and throat.
After this everything went terribly wrong - the rap across the street got louder and someone let out a terrible scream. The spirits recoiled at the commotion, spooking and bounding away from me. Instantly the general color of my visions went from deep warm colors to wretchedly yellow and gray, metallic even. The fear returned, only magnified and gut-wrenching. A complete scenario formed in my mind of police showing up and raiding the party across the street, coming in my backyard with guns and either taking me to jail or just shooting me in the head right there in front of my neighbor. I had a visceral reaction to this, and I desperately wanted the trip to be over so I wouldn’t be murdered by the cops. At my loss of faith, the visions took on an ominous tone and began to overwhelm me. There was sharp alien clockwork all over everything, and sheen of motion that seemed to cover my eyes making the world impossible to sort out. I ran inside, and came into the room that everyone was in. They looked at me and saw that I was clearly panicking, but I was in such a state that I was afraid of everything and began to cry and shout at everyone. I felt as though they had left me outside while we were being raided and ran into the bathroom to prepare for my imminent jailing as a maniac. The bathroom seemed dark, menacing, with the chatter of alien clockwork ringing in my ears. I called O. into the bathroom, but in talking to her I became so confused that I mistook the fact that everything was really ok and there was nothing to be worrying about as her being somehow disdainful of me and started to shout nonsense at her. I went and lay on the pad in the next room, and S. came in. I immediately noticed that he was acting very strange as well. We couldn’t communicate at all, and he jumped up and yelled and ran into the bathroom. I stood and walked back into the living room, and immediately thought that K. was trying to pick a fight with me. I screamed at her and told her to leave. I was clearly being paranoid and irrational, and it was as if there was something blocking me from communicating at all. K. and S. left, and I told O. that I HAD to leave this house immediately. We left and drove while I repeated myself endlessly and sobbed about “why won’t anyone help me!”. We got back to the house, and after a while my father arrived. My father is quite experienced with various hallucinogens, and he just has an aura of one who knows about him. As soon as he arrived, I felt better and started to come out of the helpless ego-trap that I had been stuck in for the past hour. After a while, we departed to rejoin our friends. I felt as if this city was a third-world slum, and I felt sickness and hatred at the place. I felt as though I should be on a documentary about slum life saying “I hate the slums”.
After some tenseness, O. and K. and I reconciled and we hung out at my other friends house. I ate a small amount of kratom with some others, and the whole rest of the night was mostly warm and good. Even though nothing special was happening I really felt close to all my friends and my wife. At one point I came in and had the distinct impression that we were at the warm, reconciling point of some movie. I dunno.
In retrospect, this experience was both astounding and visionary, and yet also my first “bad” trip with tryptamine hallucinogens. I learned that setting is EXTREMELY important ESPECIALLY on a large (~12 gram) dose of Diplopterys cabrerana. This really should have been obvious to me all along. This was my first jaguar-bite, and really I feel better for having gone through it. Also, machine-elves as paleolithic alien gods?