4g Syrian Rue
15g chali tea 100ml
I took my big chali leap today, a hefty 15g worth of tea boiled down to about 100ml. Since I wasn’t sure how 15g of chaliponga would affect me, I decided to hike deep in to a nature area where I could be alone. Would I purge? Would I get tremors? Would I have pronounced derangement? I didn’t know, and I don’t want to be around people if any of those things started happening. Unfortunately, the trip had a rocky start. The problem with outdoor trips is, unless you own your own designated area, you never know when someone might pass you by. Almost no one goes down the path I go, but every few months, I see someone else on this path, and I never know if someone might come across me, which could big a major buzzkill for the trip.
The Syrian Rue had already been taken about 20 minutes earlier. I sat down on my rock to take my chali tea. I took two large sips from my jar with my nose plugged, when I looked over my shoulder and saw two guys walking in my direction, looking at me drinking some brown leafy stuff with my nose plugged. I thought, “you gotta be kidding me”. The whole energy of my trip just got botched because now I’m going to be worried about encountering people. They walked up to me and asked me for directions on where to go. I told them to turn back around because going further only leads to a dead end. They decided to keep walking toward the dead end anyway. This totally ruined the setting for me because I knew once they reached that dead end, they would turn around and pass me again, and I would be wondering the whole time when they would pass by. I thought to myself, “you’ve got to get out of here. You watch, if you stay here, they’ll come back right at the point when you’re purging and at your weakest. What will you say then?” I don't mind if people pass by when I'm on ayahuasca, except for the purge of course. My fear is that these people will see a guy alone in the woods barfing, and weak, think something is wrong, and call the freakin national guard on me to rescue me or something. I feel I must avoid contact with people if I’m alone and I purge.
I decided I was going to hike 20 minutes through a tough trail to another spot where I was fairly confident I wouldn’t come across anyone. But I had already taken the rue and 2 large sips of my tea. What to do? I didn’t want to wait another 20 minutes to drink the rest, fearing that there wouldn’t be enough maoi in my gut by that time for the chali to be activated. I decided I would take sips of the tea along the way, and hopefully I wouldn’t be too tranced by the time I made it to my other resting place.
So there I am, hiking through this thick forest and sharp rocks and steep inclines, taking sips of my yage, which at this concentration were not as easy to get down. I was hiking fast and my heart was pounding and I’m all out of breath and sweat pouring down my face because I was trying to get to the other spot as fast as I could, and all the while the trance is kicking in and I’m trancing pretty hard. I was about 5 minutes from my other spot where it all became too much and I purged and had to rest for a minute. Would I have purged if I wasn’t exerting myself at the same time? Unfortunately, I will never know. I feared the trip failed. I only kept it down for about 20 minutes, and I did not think this was enough time to absorb enough of the alks. Mercifully, the purge did not contain a hint of the Syrian Rue, which is awful coming up. Note to readers: don’t hike and drink ayahuasca. It’s hard and unpleasant and you might be more likely to fall. Don't do what I do just because I did it, any more than you would take a chance walking across a rope just because someone else may be able to. Nausea should prevent most people from attempting this anyway. Anyway......
When I got to my other resting place, there was still about a third of the tea left, which I drank without issue. There was no nausea from here on out. Like my previous chaliponga journey, I felt my mind got flattened, only more intensely this time due to the higher dose. Everything became extremely peaceful, but more than peaceful. Everything became sort of alien like. In my head, there was this deep ocean of infinite space and peace. It was like this ocean of nothing was the fabric of the universe, and the matter we see is the exception to the norm of infinite space. I looked at all the objects around me, and they appeared odd and awesome, as if seeing them for the first time. I felt like E.T. at the beginning of the movie, where he’s walking around a forest going, “ooooh,,,, ahhh”, looking at a new planet for the first time. I looked at some leafy plant in front of me and I thought, “what the fuck are you doing there? Budding out in to manifestation from infinite space? How do you do that? That’s crazy. Look at you! All patterned and ordered and colored. That’s awesome. You’re such a freak”.
When my mind was thoroughly flattened, I closed my eyes to check out the tryptamine palace in my head. At this point, the journey became more like a true magical ayahuasca session, which I have become accustomed to. There were visions and oceanic entities, the stuff of spice. I knew I in a real good spice space because I started getting continuous “thought loops”. To me, those thought loops are some kind of spice language in themselves. Something gets transmitted in those thought loops, or flashes, as they can also be thought of. With each loop, there’s some kind of input and output of energy, like a spinning gyroscope, taking in the spice energy to make it spin, and shooting out love energy as a product. It kind of sounds like a helicopter when the blades are powering down. Or, a sigh with only breath and no voice. Or, a howl with a rolling R. I guess there are many sounds in spice space.
Energy was going up and up, as I was watching this white orb spin and spew out love energy. Most visions were sparkling white. They lacked the neons of mimosa or pure nn. I felt like my mind became so flat that I was able to tune in to a special space. I had an image that my mind literally turned in to some kind of receiver. Like my brain was a radio receiver, tuning in to the unseen energies in between matter, the fabric of space itself. There was this sound effect that was like a one of those old time radios when someone turns the dial all over the place, pitch going up and down as my brain was tuning in to all these energies.
I had a vision of a tremendous amount of white energy, all gravitating toward my brain, the receiver of the energy. It felt like my brain was sending a signal out in to the universe, and the signal was, “come on in! I’m open now”. Energies of the universe, and/or entities, if you will, were receiving the signal and gravitating toward my signal. The universe was getting the message, and telling everyone around, “HEY!! This boy’s brain is where it’s at in the universe right now. Let’s go party there”. Wave after wave of white light was gravitating toward me, entering my brain, and transforming in to a peaceful love energy.
This vision was very stable and seemed to go on for a good while. Visions seemed to last longer on chaliponga, and were quite focused. It felt like I was riding this wave of white light that never ended. It was the Chaliponga Wave. Very beautiful and peaceful. I rode this wave of peace for much of the journey. During the comedown, I reflected upon my experience and my life. I was very grateful to have such an experience, and I thought it important that I experience such things. It feels like I was born for these journeys, this is my passion, and it’s important I follow my passion. How else will I bring love in to this world for others if I am not happy and passionate myself? All I would bring in to this world otherwise, is stress and unhappiness. The yage fills me with a love that I would not be able to express otherwise because I would not know it exists without having the direct experience of it. If I am to play a facilitating role in someone else’s life, it is important that I am a loving person myself, and ayahuasca makes me feel a love for this life.
I relaxed in a deep meditative state, appreciating the sounds of nature. The full moon rose above the river, and I enjoyed gazing upon its white light beauty, reminiscent of my journey.
So, once again, I can say that nothing particularly bizarre happened on this journey. Nothing bizarre, I mean, in comparison to mimosa or nn. There was also nothing sinister or threatening about the trip. It was very peaceful and smooth. Very smooth sailing here. Chaliponga is a welcome addition to my ayahuasca collection. However, I don’t think I can count this as a true 15g journey because I threw it up too fast. We’ll see how the next experiment goes.
Mimosa is like a wild summer sunset. Chaliponga is like a full moon on a still mountain lake. Both are beautiful, but a bit different. Mimosa will set your mind ablaze, while chaliponga is like a steam roller over your brain. No freak out for me on chali though. But I did catch one hell of beautiful wave.
Thus concludes three days of consecutive trip reports. I am blessed to have this life. Back to work for a while.
15g chali tea 100ml
I took my big chali leap today, a hefty 15g worth of tea boiled down to about 100ml. Since I wasn’t sure how 15g of chaliponga would affect me, I decided to hike deep in to a nature area where I could be alone. Would I purge? Would I get tremors? Would I have pronounced derangement? I didn’t know, and I don’t want to be around people if any of those things started happening. Unfortunately, the trip had a rocky start. The problem with outdoor trips is, unless you own your own designated area, you never know when someone might pass you by. Almost no one goes down the path I go, but every few months, I see someone else on this path, and I never know if someone might come across me, which could big a major buzzkill for the trip.
The Syrian Rue had already been taken about 20 minutes earlier. I sat down on my rock to take my chali tea. I took two large sips from my jar with my nose plugged, when I looked over my shoulder and saw two guys walking in my direction, looking at me drinking some brown leafy stuff with my nose plugged. I thought, “you gotta be kidding me”. The whole energy of my trip just got botched because now I’m going to be worried about encountering people. They walked up to me and asked me for directions on where to go. I told them to turn back around because going further only leads to a dead end. They decided to keep walking toward the dead end anyway. This totally ruined the setting for me because I knew once they reached that dead end, they would turn around and pass me again, and I would be wondering the whole time when they would pass by. I thought to myself, “you’ve got to get out of here. You watch, if you stay here, they’ll come back right at the point when you’re purging and at your weakest. What will you say then?” I don't mind if people pass by when I'm on ayahuasca, except for the purge of course. My fear is that these people will see a guy alone in the woods barfing, and weak, think something is wrong, and call the freakin national guard on me to rescue me or something. I feel I must avoid contact with people if I’m alone and I purge.
I decided I was going to hike 20 minutes through a tough trail to another spot where I was fairly confident I wouldn’t come across anyone. But I had already taken the rue and 2 large sips of my tea. What to do? I didn’t want to wait another 20 minutes to drink the rest, fearing that there wouldn’t be enough maoi in my gut by that time for the chali to be activated. I decided I would take sips of the tea along the way, and hopefully I wouldn’t be too tranced by the time I made it to my other resting place.
So there I am, hiking through this thick forest and sharp rocks and steep inclines, taking sips of my yage, which at this concentration were not as easy to get down. I was hiking fast and my heart was pounding and I’m all out of breath and sweat pouring down my face because I was trying to get to the other spot as fast as I could, and all the while the trance is kicking in and I’m trancing pretty hard. I was about 5 minutes from my other spot where it all became too much and I purged and had to rest for a minute. Would I have purged if I wasn’t exerting myself at the same time? Unfortunately, I will never know. I feared the trip failed. I only kept it down for about 20 minutes, and I did not think this was enough time to absorb enough of the alks. Mercifully, the purge did not contain a hint of the Syrian Rue, which is awful coming up. Note to readers: don’t hike and drink ayahuasca. It’s hard and unpleasant and you might be more likely to fall. Don't do what I do just because I did it, any more than you would take a chance walking across a rope just because someone else may be able to. Nausea should prevent most people from attempting this anyway. Anyway......
When I got to my other resting place, there was still about a third of the tea left, which I drank without issue. There was no nausea from here on out. Like my previous chaliponga journey, I felt my mind got flattened, only more intensely this time due to the higher dose. Everything became extremely peaceful, but more than peaceful. Everything became sort of alien like. In my head, there was this deep ocean of infinite space and peace. It was like this ocean of nothing was the fabric of the universe, and the matter we see is the exception to the norm of infinite space. I looked at all the objects around me, and they appeared odd and awesome, as if seeing them for the first time. I felt like E.T. at the beginning of the movie, where he’s walking around a forest going, “ooooh,,,, ahhh”, looking at a new planet for the first time. I looked at some leafy plant in front of me and I thought, “what the fuck are you doing there? Budding out in to manifestation from infinite space? How do you do that? That’s crazy. Look at you! All patterned and ordered and colored. That’s awesome. You’re such a freak”.
When my mind was thoroughly flattened, I closed my eyes to check out the tryptamine palace in my head. At this point, the journey became more like a true magical ayahuasca session, which I have become accustomed to. There were visions and oceanic entities, the stuff of spice. I knew I in a real good spice space because I started getting continuous “thought loops”. To me, those thought loops are some kind of spice language in themselves. Something gets transmitted in those thought loops, or flashes, as they can also be thought of. With each loop, there’s some kind of input and output of energy, like a spinning gyroscope, taking in the spice energy to make it spin, and shooting out love energy as a product. It kind of sounds like a helicopter when the blades are powering down. Or, a sigh with only breath and no voice. Or, a howl with a rolling R. I guess there are many sounds in spice space.
Energy was going up and up, as I was watching this white orb spin and spew out love energy. Most visions were sparkling white. They lacked the neons of mimosa or pure nn. I felt like my mind became so flat that I was able to tune in to a special space. I had an image that my mind literally turned in to some kind of receiver. Like my brain was a radio receiver, tuning in to the unseen energies in between matter, the fabric of space itself. There was this sound effect that was like a one of those old time radios when someone turns the dial all over the place, pitch going up and down as my brain was tuning in to all these energies.
I had a vision of a tremendous amount of white energy, all gravitating toward my brain, the receiver of the energy. It felt like my brain was sending a signal out in to the universe, and the signal was, “come on in! I’m open now”. Energies of the universe, and/or entities, if you will, were receiving the signal and gravitating toward my signal. The universe was getting the message, and telling everyone around, “HEY!! This boy’s brain is where it’s at in the universe right now. Let’s go party there”. Wave after wave of white light was gravitating toward me, entering my brain, and transforming in to a peaceful love energy.
This vision was very stable and seemed to go on for a good while. Visions seemed to last longer on chaliponga, and were quite focused. It felt like I was riding this wave of white light that never ended. It was the Chaliponga Wave. Very beautiful and peaceful. I rode this wave of peace for much of the journey. During the comedown, I reflected upon my experience and my life. I was very grateful to have such an experience, and I thought it important that I experience such things. It feels like I was born for these journeys, this is my passion, and it’s important I follow my passion. How else will I bring love in to this world for others if I am not happy and passionate myself? All I would bring in to this world otherwise, is stress and unhappiness. The yage fills me with a love that I would not be able to express otherwise because I would not know it exists without having the direct experience of it. If I am to play a facilitating role in someone else’s life, it is important that I am a loving person myself, and ayahuasca makes me feel a love for this life.
I relaxed in a deep meditative state, appreciating the sounds of nature. The full moon rose above the river, and I enjoyed gazing upon its white light beauty, reminiscent of my journey.
So, once again, I can say that nothing particularly bizarre happened on this journey. Nothing bizarre, I mean, in comparison to mimosa or nn. There was also nothing sinister or threatening about the trip. It was very peaceful and smooth. Very smooth sailing here. Chaliponga is a welcome addition to my ayahuasca collection. However, I don’t think I can count this as a true 15g journey because I threw it up too fast. We’ll see how the next experiment goes.
Mimosa is like a wild summer sunset. Chaliponga is like a full moon on a still mountain lake. Both are beautiful, but a bit different. Mimosa will set your mind ablaze, while chaliponga is like a steam roller over your brain. No freak out for me on chali though. But I did catch one hell of beautiful wave.
Thus concludes three days of consecutive trip reports. I am blessed to have this life. Back to work for a while.
