Syrian Rue: 5g
Mimosa Tea: 3g
warm sunny afternoon by a river in a forest.
Hello World,
I found this trip report by someone else, somewhere on the internet. I thought it was a very interesting one....
"I confess, after all this time, I have never actually tried a true mimosa tea. It’s always been extract. Finally, I took the plunge and decided to give mimosa a shot. It was weird. Since I have never done mimosa before, I decided to choose an isolated spot for the trip, so as not to be worried about coming across someone on the trip. I’m real glad I chose the isolated area because it was needed. It would not have been good if people were anywhere near. Read on to see why. It seems there is more to mimosa than just dmt. The mimosa affected the mind and body in other ways. The mimosa had a more confusing aspect to it, I think.
I ventured out in to the forest. In the forest, there is a river. Somewhere on a remote bank of that river, there is an isolated rock that rises from the river. On that rock grows a lone curved tree. It looked like a tree is somehow growing right from the river. I have named it, “The God Tree”. I’ve always imagined that this tree is forever watching over the river, silently, in perfect peace, always revering the creation of the cosmos. This was the first warm and sunny day of the season, and my intention with this trip was to embrace the spring season, and consume “the spirit of the jungle”, the mimosa, that is. With the spirit of nature in my heart, I was to watch over the river with my God Tree companion, together in a spirit of reverence and thankfulness for existence.
I drank…. it was bad. It doesn’t taste bad, but it causes retching and gagging soooo easily. If I drink mimosa again, I will not drink 100ml. It must be below 50ml. I really wonder if the greater liquid causes more nausea as well. Like maybe if the liquid amount is lower, it will get processed in the stomach faster, lessening the nausea. I drank, and since I got it down, I didn’t think I would experience any more nausea, but it slowly built, and my whole body slowly started feeling constricted.
Just as I was starting to get visions of the nether world, the nausea became so intense that I could not ignore it anymore. I had to get up and open my eyes. Usually at this point I am lying down perfectly still as if napping. It felt strange for me to open my eyes at this point in the journey, almost like being awake while asleep, yet I had to because the nausea was overpowering. Purging felt inevitable, and this full body constriction became more and more. As the nausea was increasing, my mind became increasingly warped. The world as I knew it faded away and gave way to timeless present moment dimension in which there was only me, and this nausea.
I felt like I needed to throw up, yet for some reason I couldn’t. I wondered if the plant acids made it more difficult for my esophagus to open up. I would gag and dry heave, yet nothing would come up. For the next little while, I existed in a nightmarish realm in which I was constantly always to throw up, yet could not, and would not be allowed. It wasn’t just stomach nausea. It’s weird, but somehow I felt nauseated in the head, like I needed to throw up this feeling in my brain as well.
Then my head an body started to shake in weird ways. I went in to a state of what I call, “bio confusion”. It feels like the body and mind get mixed messages, or more than 1 signal at once. It is a phenomenon of both mind and body. Like the body isn’t sure which way to move, so it shakes. And the mind isn’t sure what’s going on, so it spins off in multiple directions, which is impossible to comprehend. Mind spinning out, body vibrating, I went in to what I call “animal mode”. This is a point where you feel most vulnerable in the trip. You know you’re not really capable of interacting with people, or animals in the usual way, so you’re worried about the environment. I feel like I have to give off some sort of clues to whatever might be watching that I’m still ok. I’ve sometimes made snarling faces to the forest so that any animal watching will know that I still have usable teeth if it decides to come near me.
Time seemed to stand still as this extreme nausea persisted. You know that point right when you’re about to throw up? You feel like you’re about to lose control of your body and mind altogether, and it just has to come up no matter what? It was like that, except it lasted and lasted and would not let go, and would not let me throw up. I couldn’t stand this barfy feeling anymore, I wanted it to end. Then the strangest thing happened. I thought to myself, “ok…. I can’t take this, but it’s not changing. Is it possible for me to turn this in to a positive experience?….. you know what this nauseated feeling is sort of like? It’s almost like orgasm. You know, that point right before orgasm where you feel like you’re about to lose control of your body and mind, and it just has to come out no matter what? That moment has its own headspace, and I’m in it right now”.
From there, the nausea was replaced by waves of orgasmic energy. I started having orgasms. Mind orgasms. Not quite the same thing as an ejaculation orgasm, but it had the same energy as an orgasm, same head space, same urgency, same psychic release. Same quivering and gyrations. I started groaning, and shaking, and humping the air a bit as I would have psychic orgasm after orgasm. It built in intensity. At first the moaning was gratuitous, but then it was like I couldn’t even stop it if I wanted to, which I did not. I covered my mouth a few times, I was worried I might groan too loud. It was like a psychic sex monster reached inside me, grabbed my balls, and squeezed the libido right out of my body. And I was thinking, "I wouldn't want anyone to see this".
I had sexual flashbacks to early real life sexual encounters. In my mind I was reliving it as if I were really there. In one of my early encounters, I was with a girl who had a tattoo on her back, above her butt. It was a pair of eyes that made it look like her ass was eating you, as she was penetrated. I was reliving that experience, except in a crazy psycho-sexual psychedelic forest space, mixed with nausea. My eyes were open, yet in my head these tattoo eyes haunted and inflamed my imagination. The eyes were surrounded by pyramids and other psychedelic shapes. They shot vaginas and hips at me that penetrated me, and forced me to orgasm over and over again. It became exhausting to the point where begged for mercy…. which made me want it even more. I was grasped by the God of sex, that giving me messages, “this sex is biologically necessary. This is how life reproduces. You need this. This is how life achieves immortality. You shouldn’t feel guilty about sex, it is natural.”. The God of sex was telling me how important sex is to existence, as I relived my greatest sexual moments.
Eventually, this whole strange experience did settle down, and I just laid on the rocks for a while. Still, I had weird constricted feelings in the body, which made it difficult to concentrate on any visions. After about 20 mins or so of lying down peacefully, I decided to sit up and like a tonne of bricks, a wave of nausea suddenly hit. This time, I got up and finally was able to throw up. Mercy, at last. The mimosa didn’t taste bad, but the rue coming up is horrible. I felt a lot better after the purge.
After that, I kneeled on my mat, and went in to a very peaceful trance as I looked over the river with my God Tree. The world became transcendentally radiant. The sun became so bright that it felt like the sun had weight to it, and it was beating down on me, crushing me with its loving force of divine energy. The way the sun was shining through the trees so green, and the skies so blue….. ah man…. It was the spirit of the jungle that I so wanted to experience. I sat there in reverence for a good while.
This whole thing was mostly a very visceral experience. I can see why mimosa drinkers would enjoy the purge. It’s very visceral, cleansing, it takes a lot of energy, and when its over, it’s like the old energy is replaced with new energy. However, I think I prefer the more gentle pharma brand. I’m more used to lying back and watching the universe unveil herself in my imagination. This whole thing of waking up in mid trip and having to purge orgasmically was almost like being possessed. I am used to visions and insight, but this experience was more visceral, more roller coaster, more mind screw, physically and mentally strange. Yet the trip was not without vision and insight.
After a while, I laid down again and closed my eyes. I got one really good vision out of this trip. On my mp3 player, I was listening to a tune with a sitar with chanting. As the song was slowly winding down, I felt like I was somehow dying, my life fading away with the song, and when the song ended, that would be the end of me. This is a normal sort of thing on aya/dmt.. At some point I became afraid, and thought, “oh no, but if I fade away, everything will cease to exist. There will be nothing. I don’t want that”. Then the vision came. I had a vision of some kind of paradise made of blinking lights amidst a black luminous background. Each light was a point that formed the shape of a creature in the dark. The more I felt myself slip away in to death, the more pronounced and real the paradise became. And the more I felt myself slip away, the more sorrow and grief I felt for losing my life. And the more sorrow I felt, the more this shimmering creature told me that it’s ok to let myself go…. To let my life slip away like sand through the fingers.
The creature, and the realm in which it inhabited, looked something like the pic at the bottom, and it gave a hand gesture, like in the pic that said, "you're ok. The universe is beyond ok"
The creature of light communicated with me, “it’s ok, you can let yourself die. I am the undead spirit of the universe, pure consciousness. I have died billions of times. I know all too well the agony of death, and the loss of self and sanity. Let it go. Behind all that you see in your universe is a vast ocean of consciousness. I am pure, immortal, eternal spirit that cannot be threatened because the consciousness does not exist in any material way. Look upon my dazzling sparkling radiance. Each point of light on me is composed of the billions of souls of the dead. This dazzling dark is an eternal ocean of consciousness. The most amazing thing is that somehow, in some miraculous way, it is the suffering of living creatures at death that allows this realm of paradise to exist. Somehow, the suffering you experience at death becomes a transcendental love so intense that it allows this to exist. I thank you so much for your life, and I will welcome you when you one day return to the realm of the dead.
In the meantime, live your life to the fullest. There is absolutely no purpose for you to be here other than to love. What else could you possibly do with your life? If you’re unhappy, if you are filled with distaste for life, ask yourself, really ask yourself…. Why? Have you forgotten the majesty of the cosmos? Of your own being? Why do you hate instead of love? What else is there in this whole universe that you’re looking for!? Really, what else? Love is all I want from your life, whether your life turns out good or bad. If you can take life’s punches and keep a good heart on the inside, you are the greatest success I could ever imagine.”
The song ended and this vision of the spirit of light blew away like a sand mandala. That was pretty much all, as far as the trip goes."
Mimosa Tea: 3g
warm sunny afternoon by a river in a forest.
Hello World,
I found this trip report by someone else, somewhere on the internet. I thought it was a very interesting one....
"I confess, after all this time, I have never actually tried a true mimosa tea. It’s always been extract. Finally, I took the plunge and decided to give mimosa a shot. It was weird. Since I have never done mimosa before, I decided to choose an isolated spot for the trip, so as not to be worried about coming across someone on the trip. I’m real glad I chose the isolated area because it was needed. It would not have been good if people were anywhere near. Read on to see why. It seems there is more to mimosa than just dmt. The mimosa affected the mind and body in other ways. The mimosa had a more confusing aspect to it, I think.
I ventured out in to the forest. In the forest, there is a river. Somewhere on a remote bank of that river, there is an isolated rock that rises from the river. On that rock grows a lone curved tree. It looked like a tree is somehow growing right from the river. I have named it, “The God Tree”. I’ve always imagined that this tree is forever watching over the river, silently, in perfect peace, always revering the creation of the cosmos. This was the first warm and sunny day of the season, and my intention with this trip was to embrace the spring season, and consume “the spirit of the jungle”, the mimosa, that is. With the spirit of nature in my heart, I was to watch over the river with my God Tree companion, together in a spirit of reverence and thankfulness for existence.
I drank…. it was bad. It doesn’t taste bad, but it causes retching and gagging soooo easily. If I drink mimosa again, I will not drink 100ml. It must be below 50ml. I really wonder if the greater liquid causes more nausea as well. Like maybe if the liquid amount is lower, it will get processed in the stomach faster, lessening the nausea. I drank, and since I got it down, I didn’t think I would experience any more nausea, but it slowly built, and my whole body slowly started feeling constricted.
Just as I was starting to get visions of the nether world, the nausea became so intense that I could not ignore it anymore. I had to get up and open my eyes. Usually at this point I am lying down perfectly still as if napping. It felt strange for me to open my eyes at this point in the journey, almost like being awake while asleep, yet I had to because the nausea was overpowering. Purging felt inevitable, and this full body constriction became more and more. As the nausea was increasing, my mind became increasingly warped. The world as I knew it faded away and gave way to timeless present moment dimension in which there was only me, and this nausea.
I felt like I needed to throw up, yet for some reason I couldn’t. I wondered if the plant acids made it more difficult for my esophagus to open up. I would gag and dry heave, yet nothing would come up. For the next little while, I existed in a nightmarish realm in which I was constantly always to throw up, yet could not, and would not be allowed. It wasn’t just stomach nausea. It’s weird, but somehow I felt nauseated in the head, like I needed to throw up this feeling in my brain as well.
Then my head an body started to shake in weird ways. I went in to a state of what I call, “bio confusion”. It feels like the body and mind get mixed messages, or more than 1 signal at once. It is a phenomenon of both mind and body. Like the body isn’t sure which way to move, so it shakes. And the mind isn’t sure what’s going on, so it spins off in multiple directions, which is impossible to comprehend. Mind spinning out, body vibrating, I went in to what I call “animal mode”. This is a point where you feel most vulnerable in the trip. You know you’re not really capable of interacting with people, or animals in the usual way, so you’re worried about the environment. I feel like I have to give off some sort of clues to whatever might be watching that I’m still ok. I’ve sometimes made snarling faces to the forest so that any animal watching will know that I still have usable teeth if it decides to come near me.
Time seemed to stand still as this extreme nausea persisted. You know that point right when you’re about to throw up? You feel like you’re about to lose control of your body and mind altogether, and it just has to come up no matter what? It was like that, except it lasted and lasted and would not let go, and would not let me throw up. I couldn’t stand this barfy feeling anymore, I wanted it to end. Then the strangest thing happened. I thought to myself, “ok…. I can’t take this, but it’s not changing. Is it possible for me to turn this in to a positive experience?….. you know what this nauseated feeling is sort of like? It’s almost like orgasm. You know, that point right before orgasm where you feel like you’re about to lose control of your body and mind, and it just has to come out no matter what? That moment has its own headspace, and I’m in it right now”.
From there, the nausea was replaced by waves of orgasmic energy. I started having orgasms. Mind orgasms. Not quite the same thing as an ejaculation orgasm, but it had the same energy as an orgasm, same head space, same urgency, same psychic release. Same quivering and gyrations. I started groaning, and shaking, and humping the air a bit as I would have psychic orgasm after orgasm. It built in intensity. At first the moaning was gratuitous, but then it was like I couldn’t even stop it if I wanted to, which I did not. I covered my mouth a few times, I was worried I might groan too loud. It was like a psychic sex monster reached inside me, grabbed my balls, and squeezed the libido right out of my body. And I was thinking, "I wouldn't want anyone to see this".
I had sexual flashbacks to early real life sexual encounters. In my mind I was reliving it as if I were really there. In one of my early encounters, I was with a girl who had a tattoo on her back, above her butt. It was a pair of eyes that made it look like her ass was eating you, as she was penetrated. I was reliving that experience, except in a crazy psycho-sexual psychedelic forest space, mixed with nausea. My eyes were open, yet in my head these tattoo eyes haunted and inflamed my imagination. The eyes were surrounded by pyramids and other psychedelic shapes. They shot vaginas and hips at me that penetrated me, and forced me to orgasm over and over again. It became exhausting to the point where begged for mercy…. which made me want it even more. I was grasped by the God of sex, that giving me messages, “this sex is biologically necessary. This is how life reproduces. You need this. This is how life achieves immortality. You shouldn’t feel guilty about sex, it is natural.”. The God of sex was telling me how important sex is to existence, as I relived my greatest sexual moments.
Eventually, this whole strange experience did settle down, and I just laid on the rocks for a while. Still, I had weird constricted feelings in the body, which made it difficult to concentrate on any visions. After about 20 mins or so of lying down peacefully, I decided to sit up and like a tonne of bricks, a wave of nausea suddenly hit. This time, I got up and finally was able to throw up. Mercy, at last. The mimosa didn’t taste bad, but the rue coming up is horrible. I felt a lot better after the purge.
After that, I kneeled on my mat, and went in to a very peaceful trance as I looked over the river with my God Tree. The world became transcendentally radiant. The sun became so bright that it felt like the sun had weight to it, and it was beating down on me, crushing me with its loving force of divine energy. The way the sun was shining through the trees so green, and the skies so blue….. ah man…. It was the spirit of the jungle that I so wanted to experience. I sat there in reverence for a good while.
This whole thing was mostly a very visceral experience. I can see why mimosa drinkers would enjoy the purge. It’s very visceral, cleansing, it takes a lot of energy, and when its over, it’s like the old energy is replaced with new energy. However, I think I prefer the more gentle pharma brand. I’m more used to lying back and watching the universe unveil herself in my imagination. This whole thing of waking up in mid trip and having to purge orgasmically was almost like being possessed. I am used to visions and insight, but this experience was more visceral, more roller coaster, more mind screw, physically and mentally strange. Yet the trip was not without vision and insight.
After a while, I laid down again and closed my eyes. I got one really good vision out of this trip. On my mp3 player, I was listening to a tune with a sitar with chanting. As the song was slowly winding down, I felt like I was somehow dying, my life fading away with the song, and when the song ended, that would be the end of me. This is a normal sort of thing on aya/dmt.. At some point I became afraid, and thought, “oh no, but if I fade away, everything will cease to exist. There will be nothing. I don’t want that”. Then the vision came. I had a vision of some kind of paradise made of blinking lights amidst a black luminous background. Each light was a point that formed the shape of a creature in the dark. The more I felt myself slip away in to death, the more pronounced and real the paradise became. And the more I felt myself slip away, the more sorrow and grief I felt for losing my life. And the more sorrow I felt, the more this shimmering creature told me that it’s ok to let myself go…. To let my life slip away like sand through the fingers.
The creature, and the realm in which it inhabited, looked something like the pic at the bottom, and it gave a hand gesture, like in the pic that said, "you're ok. The universe is beyond ok"
The creature of light communicated with me, “it’s ok, you can let yourself die. I am the undead spirit of the universe, pure consciousness. I have died billions of times. I know all too well the agony of death, and the loss of self and sanity. Let it go. Behind all that you see in your universe is a vast ocean of consciousness. I am pure, immortal, eternal spirit that cannot be threatened because the consciousness does not exist in any material way. Look upon my dazzling sparkling radiance. Each point of light on me is composed of the billions of souls of the dead. This dazzling dark is an eternal ocean of consciousness. The most amazing thing is that somehow, in some miraculous way, it is the suffering of living creatures at death that allows this realm of paradise to exist. Somehow, the suffering you experience at death becomes a transcendental love so intense that it allows this to exist. I thank you so much for your life, and I will welcome you when you one day return to the realm of the dead.
In the meantime, live your life to the fullest. There is absolutely no purpose for you to be here other than to love. What else could you possibly do with your life? If you’re unhappy, if you are filled with distaste for life, ask yourself, really ask yourself…. Why? Have you forgotten the majesty of the cosmos? Of your own being? Why do you hate instead of love? What else is there in this whole universe that you’re looking for!? Really, what else? Love is all I want from your life, whether your life turns out good or bad. If you can take life’s punches and keep a good heart on the inside, you are the greatest success I could ever imagine.”
The song ended and this vision of the spirit of light blew away like a sand mandala. That was pretty much all, as far as the trip goes."
