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Rising Star
A year and a half has passed since planting a number of harmine-laden passion fruit specimans in an uber-compost made primarily of cast-off P. viridis, D. carbrerana and B. caapi ... that is, the left over plant material from ayahuasca brews. The original pulls were simple 3x3 simmerings, as opposed to more involved chemistry teks, and it is to be expected that plenty of actives remained in this leftover material. The hoped-for result is that that the juices from the fruits would contain both harmalas and DMT, just like ayahuasca.
In addition, during the non-stop southern California growing season, the plants were continually fertilized, watered and misted with additional material, as well as "tea" made from it.
So yesterday was the big day. For DMT uptake into the fruit, I assumed a 20% average relative humidity and a water potential of 93 megapascals. I got out the slide rule and calculated that the juice from nine 3-oz. ripe passion fruits would be a good entry point into the world of psychocomposting ... something hopefully comparable to a modest 60g caapi/35g chacruna brew. In order to get the full benefit of actives in the fruit, I left in the seeds. (WARNING!: while sweet, passion fruit juice is extremely tart...the seeds don't help ... this can be mitigated by working exclusively with the fruits that have ripened to a dark, plum-red.)
The bright orange passion fruit juice was as tart as ayahuasca and cactus juice are bitter, and I am no fan of that!! ... so I diluted it with a 60% ratio of Pellegrino water (conductivity 1,230 umhos/cm, ph 5.6), which may also speed up the body's absorption rate.
T = 0:00 hours Drink half of the diluted juice.
T = +0:30 hours Drink the remaining half.
T = +0:45 hours The sound of passing cars on the street begins to take on a noisy quality. Is this because it's 5PM, or is my hearing being affected? I decide to do an experiment: I plug my ears with my index fingers, and hear a roaring, ocean-like sound ... closing my eyes, I imagine Hapuna Beach in Waikoloa, Hawaii in vivid colors. From previous experience, I decide the bright colors might be due to harmine, but probably not from DMT. But one minute later, I feel almost as if I'm ON the beach...this being-in-two-places-at-once feeling could be the first sign of DMT kicking in. Doubly amazing: just yesterday I was thinking about going there for a vacation.
T = +1:00 hours I am taking notes on my mental experiences from the juice, and notice that the line I just drew on the page looks wavy, when I intended it to be straight...it is approx 0.5 cm in length. Looking at it more carefully - actually gazing at it for 4 minutes - it begins to wave or squiggle on its own. Could be the DMT at work here. However, I get a headache from this, and terminate the line-gazing.
T = +1:20 hours It's dinner time, and I am hit with the munchies. I my mind I imagine or hallucinate about all kinds of delicious things I could eat in the fridge, but I know that doing so might terminate the trip early. Better not. And thankfully, my mind is quickly distracted by realizing that those free-range chicken filets last week were running around a farm, that the salmon last week had been swimming off the coast of Oregon ... every thought I have is an electric impulse rushing down untold pathways opened up by my rapidly diminishing levels of seratonin ... what if that chicken had been fed salmon-meal? But then what if Rise of the Planet of the Apes was about chickens instead and they were fed people-meal? But who would be feeding them? The Salmon?
Caught in fascinating thought loop!!! But there are no machine poultry or fish in my visions. Probably not enough DMT in the juice.
T = +1:35 hours I realize all my thoughts are chemical reactions in my mind. But then the concept of my mind of just a chemical reaction, too. In my present state, I can't deal with these complexities. It's better not to analyze this any further. I go over to the fridge, and grab one of the enchiladas my wife made earlier. In 10 minutes, its all over.
Next time, I will try doubling the number of passion fruits, and in the meantime will increase the dosing of fertilizer applied to the plants.
In addition, during the non-stop southern California growing season, the plants were continually fertilized, watered and misted with additional material, as well as "tea" made from it.
So yesterday was the big day. For DMT uptake into the fruit, I assumed a 20% average relative humidity and a water potential of 93 megapascals. I got out the slide rule and calculated that the juice from nine 3-oz. ripe passion fruits would be a good entry point into the world of psychocomposting ... something hopefully comparable to a modest 60g caapi/35g chacruna brew. In order to get the full benefit of actives in the fruit, I left in the seeds. (WARNING!: while sweet, passion fruit juice is extremely tart...the seeds don't help ... this can be mitigated by working exclusively with the fruits that have ripened to a dark, plum-red.)
The bright orange passion fruit juice was as tart as ayahuasca and cactus juice are bitter, and I am no fan of that!! ... so I diluted it with a 60% ratio of Pellegrino water (conductivity 1,230 umhos/cm, ph 5.6), which may also speed up the body's absorption rate.
T = 0:00 hours Drink half of the diluted juice.
T = +0:30 hours Drink the remaining half.
T = +0:45 hours The sound of passing cars on the street begins to take on a noisy quality. Is this because it's 5PM, or is my hearing being affected? I decide to do an experiment: I plug my ears with my index fingers, and hear a roaring, ocean-like sound ... closing my eyes, I imagine Hapuna Beach in Waikoloa, Hawaii in vivid colors. From previous experience, I decide the bright colors might be due to harmine, but probably not from DMT. But one minute later, I feel almost as if I'm ON the beach...this being-in-two-places-at-once feeling could be the first sign of DMT kicking in. Doubly amazing: just yesterday I was thinking about going there for a vacation.
T = +1:00 hours I am taking notes on my mental experiences from the juice, and notice that the line I just drew on the page looks wavy, when I intended it to be straight...it is approx 0.5 cm in length. Looking at it more carefully - actually gazing at it for 4 minutes - it begins to wave or squiggle on its own. Could be the DMT at work here. However, I get a headache from this, and terminate the line-gazing.
T = +1:20 hours It's dinner time, and I am hit with the munchies. I my mind I imagine or hallucinate about all kinds of delicious things I could eat in the fridge, but I know that doing so might terminate the trip early. Better not. And thankfully, my mind is quickly distracted by realizing that those free-range chicken filets last week were running around a farm, that the salmon last week had been swimming off the coast of Oregon ... every thought I have is an electric impulse rushing down untold pathways opened up by my rapidly diminishing levels of seratonin ... what if that chicken had been fed salmon-meal? But then what if Rise of the Planet of the Apes was about chickens instead and they were fed people-meal? But who would be feeding them? The Salmon?
Caught in fascinating thought loop!!! But there are no machine poultry or fish in my visions. Probably not enough DMT in the juice.
T = +1:35 hours I realize all my thoughts are chemical reactions in my mind. But then the concept of my mind of just a chemical reaction, too. In my present state, I can't deal with these complexities. It's better not to analyze this any further. I go over to the fridge, and grab one of the enchiladas my wife made earlier. In 10 minutes, its all over.
Next time, I will try doubling the number of passion fruits, and in the meantime will increase the dosing of fertilizer applied to the plants.
