Yes this is a completely viable option and honest to the Grass Gods this is some of the truly most healing beneficial medicine I have absorbed within my soul and skin.
150g Fresh Elaeagnus Umbellata
Clippings of Strawberry mint, Apple mint, Salvia Officinalis(Sage), and Melissa Officinalis(Lemon Balm).
Humongous handful of P. Arundinacea 'Yugo Red' cut two feet from the tips. Felt around 30-40g though I may be a little low on the estimate. Juiced 60g of P. Aquatica last year that was smaller fitting in my hand.
With personal explorations of plants I prefer to let the plant guide an intuitive dose. Pays off.
Poured boiling water over the plant material and began a quick afternoon cook-off of some of my loveliest plant friends. Simmered for a few hours and bottled up the contents into a 16fl oz glass container.
Walked around town for a few hours before resting in a nice forest location near a lake surrounded by the ringing essence of Reed Canary Grass.
Drank the brew in around 30 min and surprisingly was one of THE BEST TASTING BREWS I have tasted that contains beta carbolines and tryptamines.
Effects came immediately.
I had dosed on 150g dried Peruvian Torch(T. Peruvianus) last week and everything I felt 4-5hours into it quickly became apparent again.
Seemed like it re-sparked the "Torch" energy!
There was this thought I had amidst the onset of delightful effects:
"how is it that it takes 4 hours to get to the cactus kingdom sometimes and I'm currently in the same seat in 5 minutes and didn't conduct a 10-20 hour boil?"
Transcripts of revelations scrolled through my brain and felt this soulful presence from the trees so bold and aware of what was being shown to me. 3 birds of sinister vibration landed on a tree in front of me. Blowing a gentle "arcana" in to the wind they quickly took off again.
Sometimes I wonder if sorcerers send their minions to watch.
Crebain from Lord of the Rings would be the best metaphor.
About 2 hours pass like nothing and I'm sweetly relaxing on the dirt path.
Allergies had been plaguing my reality since the warm season sprouted the flowers and grass pollen to attack my nostrils.
This brew completely dismantled the allergy problem and gave such a cleansing feel.
Filled in every crack the Trichocereus Peruvianus hadn't cemented in yet.
There's a union with the grass and cactus and I'm not sure what it is.
Possibly they share the ability to synthesize the same exact phenethylamine!
Everything wore off after 2 hours.
A travelling rap gang flocked into the forest and busted into my scene.
Not worried of any vibrational fibrillation I sat and allowed myself to tolerate this episode of obscenity. Stealing lyrics from 2Chainz and Rich Gang, their charisma and presentation was sharp, though short-sighted. They got down next to me and said, "yo we seen this dope bag outside the coffee shop and cops walked right over it, so we got it! we got some free meth!" Straight and simple. So the rapper who told this to me pulls the baggie out and snorts a fat dose; sticks their nose right in the bag.
I begin packing my things up because, as much as I enjoy and appreciate this absurdly unique and heinous dystopia I'm a part of, I felt the need to exercise my mind elsewhere and focus on the plants and birds sweetly singing along with the wind.
They said I was leaving because I looked down on their parade, in actuality I told them, "there's much better things out there to pursue".
So before leaving I decided to bust out a sweet wrap myself. Sending a shock of calming sensations to their antennae intending to distribute the love the grass showed me. They dug it.
I left and walked around a little more, elated from the strong presence of these plant teachers of whom I had cultivated for the last seasons.
Conclusion and effects:
Immediate onset. Reminiscent of rue for the first 20 minutes.
Staring into the trees "saucer-like" craft began forming as silhouettes to the forest canopy.
Like their was certain layer that was skewed by the trees, not showing me that their likely was in fact a presence beyond the crowns.
There has been a persistent effect noted from smoked and ingested P. Arundinacea extracts and fresh foliage collections. This spirit is highly adept to summoning the utmost fountain of healing.
This has been a wonderful day. The medicine is true.
Many thoughts were about the thin-line plants live between relativity, perceived usefulness and eventual commodification.
How is it that this medicine(Autumn Olive, Canary Grass) is illegal to consume?
This question baffles me for it has demonstrated the most powerful action of physical and emotional healing and inspiration of most plants I work with.
Basically, this Autumn Olive is a powerhouse of cleansing, antioxidants, alkaloids, and synergy.
The collective ambivalence for Phalaris needs to straighten itself a bit.
Most of you have no idea what is contained in Coffee.
We know most of the content of Phalaris. When will the medicines of truth reveal themselves in the mainstream?
How do we popularize an indigenous culture's tribal rituals to the point of desecration whilst ignoring these erudite faculties of fascination?
The truth is, Phalaris usage may never see the mainstream success Ayahuasca has.
Healing treasures sit lost in a sea of golden statues worshipped til the next god attends to its flock.
Tryptamine grasses for hyperspatial grazing!