Yakub
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Last night I had my first ayahuasca trip in six years. I recently posted a thread about my unsuccessful attempts with a Syrian rue extract that didn't yield the desired results. Yesterday I received some seeds and made a brew with 30g of them, which I then boiled down to 100ml so that 10ml=3g. I finely ground them up and poured about 1.5L of boiling water with vinegar over them in a coffee filter, then reduced on high heat.



In the other thread, we were discussing the taste and smell of the seeds, and to me, the ground-up seeds smell a lot like rolled-up mapacho. That strong smell of ammonia when you first cut it, and that goes away after it's had time to breathe a bit. The taste is awful and only seems to get worse the more you have of it
I had some leftover mimosa brew, which should have corresponded to at least 5g of root bark, but probably closer to 7, and a very concentrated brew of acacia confusa, of which 20ml=5g. I hadn't brewed any more mimosa because I thought that would be enough, but it turns out I was wrong.
21:15: Stretching and breathwork
21:45: I take a first shot of Syrian rue concentrate (3g) and sit down to meditate. The taste here honestly isn't too bad and doesn't seem to linger in my mouth. I watch my breath and bodily sensations until all that can be described as a "warm fuzzy feeling" comes over me. 20 min or so in, I feel the meditation becoming more fluid, thoughts fewer and farther between...
22:15: I drink about 2/3 of the mimosa brew and squirt 5ml of the rue into the remainder for when I redose. I now know I should have taken the whole lot, but I wanted to take it easy. I recline in my chair listening to some handpan music. I feel a little tension that can probably be attributed to impatience and concern that I hadn't taken enough, but I try to relax and wait.
22:45: I start noticing some CEVs, but not much of a shift in awareness, and decide I'll redose in 15 min.
22:50: I adjust my position, and the nausea hits me. I move to get up and immediately purge into the bucket I have to hand. There's hardly anything in my stomach, so I drink some water and vomit again. I feel a lot better after this. I brush my teeth and sit down again.
23:00: The visuals are coming on stronger, but I know I need more, so I drink the remaining mix of Syrian rue + mimosa and squirt 10ml of the acacia brew down my throat with a syringe, hoping to bypass the tongue. Doesn't work. My sense of taste seems heightened, and everything I just consumed is unspeakably disgusting. I shudder now as I remember it. I eat a banana to wash the taste from my mouth. Seems to do the job.
23:15: Visuals are getting interesting now. I'm listening to these icaros, and they're morphing to the sound of her voice:
Everything is very abstract, and I don't see anything even slightly symbolic as I have before with true ayahuasca. OEVs are subdued.
Mushrooms are cool, but IMO the visuals don't hold a candle to the colour and geometric perfection of DMT visuals.
23:30: I need to puke again. This time, I purge violently, and it feels like more of an emotional release. I clean up and allow myself to lie down on my bed (up until now, I'd been sitting).
The icaros are guiding me, and I feel pleasantly relaxed. I want to turn it up a notch with another 10ml of acacia, but I really can't face the taste...
I'm taking ayahuasca again after all these years because I currently feel like I'm in a bit of a rut after moving back to France after 2 1/2 years in Thailand. I'm struggling to find a direction and am somewhat lacking in zest for life. That said, I don't need ayahuasca to tell me what to do. I know that the life that I want lies on the other side of fear and laziness. That through discipline and consistency, and producing more than I consume, opportunities will open up. I know I need to write every day, which is partly why I'm sharing my experiences here. I also know I need to start posting content on social media, particularly YouTube. I have something of a love-hate relationship with social media, as I can see the damage it's done, but I'm decent at editing, and people tell me I have a lot to share. As I'm pondering this, I think back to an encounter I had a few days ago, which I think could make a good topic for a reel or YouTube video, as it illustrates the reverse culture shock I've experienced since coming home. As I write this, I'm no longer so sure, but I'm glad I've journaled it and will post the entry below (I wrote it more like a script to a video with memes and B-roll in mind, and some of it is ironic):
I've been back in France for a few months now, and since I'm able to communicate again and also because I'm neurodivergent, I like talking to strangers when I'm in a good mood (admittedly with mixed results, as we're about to see...)
For example, I saw this octopus in shallow water at the boat ramp. I called a guy over to look at it, and we ended up talking for a while about sea life. Sometimes I'll engage in what I think is a little lighthearted banter. One day, I was walking down by the harbour as the market was packing up, and a fishmonger walked past me pushing a trolley. A lobster jumps out of the crate and starts flapping around on the ground. It was one of those very expensive Mediterranean rock lobsters, and I said, "Oh look, you've broken it, you can't sell it now. Can I have it?" An absurd proposition to anyone of normal intelligence, but the guy just looked at me as if I'd kicked his dog.
Anyway, a few days ago I was walking down to the workout area and I saw a couple walking a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog. I'd never seen one before, so I smiled at the guy holding the lead and asked: "Is that a wolfdog?" He literally barks at me, "BONJOUR!" I ask again "C'est un chien-loup?" Again, "BONJOUR!" Now you have to understand, in France, when you address someone, you're first supposed to say "bonjour." It's just a little cultural script that allows strangers to interact without killing each other. There's even a song about it
so I should have remembered, but at the same time, I was coming at him with friendly, golden retriever energy, asking about his dog, assuming he'd be happy to talk about it like most dog owners, and he just snarled at me. Bear in mind that I live in what's probably one of the safest towns in France, and there's no reason for anyone to be on edge here. So I apologise and say "bonjour", he replies "yes, it's a wolf dog", I say "nice dog" and they walk off.
Now, I'm a sensitive young man, so that brief exchange hurt my feelings, and I'd been ruminating over it for the last few days. Last night I had some ayahuasca, and it shifted my perspective so that I saw his reaction as a trauma response. The guy wasn't physically impressive, just a 22% body fat, medium build, 40-year-old white guy, and he may well have had some kind of altercation where he'd come out worse for wear. (Vald clip again) At least that's the most charitable explanation I can think of. So instead of taking it as feedback from the world and an indication that he's a soft target and should learn how to defend himself, he walks around with a pet wolf. Now, I love dogs. Dogs are great - big dogs, small dogs, all dogs... You can have a pet hyena for all I care, but just don't keep an animal as a substitute for your own physicality unless you're a woman or homeless and really need the protection. Maybe I'm in the wrong here and shouldn't think I'm entitled to people's time and attention, but I also can't help but feel that people here are vibrating at a lower frequency than the Thais, for all their faults. Anyway, I'm not going to stop doing it, because I know some people are genuinely happy to chat. I suppose one of the underrated side effects of knowing how to fight is that you can walk around making the NPCs glitch out.
Anyway, those are some of the thoughts I had while tripping last night. Nothing deeply introspective or particularly insightful, but fun nonetheless.
I wanted to try the mimosa and acacia in isolation, but ended up having to mix both so tomorrow I'm going to try the acacia on its own. In total, last night I took 4.5g of Syrian rue and at least 7g of mimosa + acacia, so I clearly have a high threshold for DMT.
I have some ayahuasca paste and mapacho cigars in the post from Peru, but the parcel is taking forever to arrive. I'm considering doing a dieta with the ayahuasca analogues where I only eat potatoes, rice and steamed vegetables for a few days. We'll see.



In the other thread, we were discussing the taste and smell of the seeds, and to me, the ground-up seeds smell a lot like rolled-up mapacho. That strong smell of ammonia when you first cut it, and that goes away after it's had time to breathe a bit. The taste is awful and only seems to get worse the more you have of it

I had some leftover mimosa brew, which should have corresponded to at least 5g of root bark, but probably closer to 7, and a very concentrated brew of acacia confusa, of which 20ml=5g. I hadn't brewed any more mimosa because I thought that would be enough, but it turns out I was wrong.
21:15: Stretching and breathwork
21:45: I take a first shot of Syrian rue concentrate (3g) and sit down to meditate. The taste here honestly isn't too bad and doesn't seem to linger in my mouth. I watch my breath and bodily sensations until all that can be described as a "warm fuzzy feeling" comes over me. 20 min or so in, I feel the meditation becoming more fluid, thoughts fewer and farther between...
22:15: I drink about 2/3 of the mimosa brew and squirt 5ml of the rue into the remainder for when I redose. I now know I should have taken the whole lot, but I wanted to take it easy. I recline in my chair listening to some handpan music. I feel a little tension that can probably be attributed to impatience and concern that I hadn't taken enough, but I try to relax and wait.
22:45: I start noticing some CEVs, but not much of a shift in awareness, and decide I'll redose in 15 min.
22:50: I adjust my position, and the nausea hits me. I move to get up and immediately purge into the bucket I have to hand. There's hardly anything in my stomach, so I drink some water and vomit again. I feel a lot better after this. I brush my teeth and sit down again.
23:00: The visuals are coming on stronger, but I know I need more, so I drink the remaining mix of Syrian rue + mimosa and squirt 10ml of the acacia brew down my throat with a syringe, hoping to bypass the tongue. Doesn't work. My sense of taste seems heightened, and everything I just consumed is unspeakably disgusting. I shudder now as I remember it. I eat a banana to wash the taste from my mouth. Seems to do the job.
23:15: Visuals are getting interesting now. I'm listening to these icaros, and they're morphing to the sound of her voice:
Mushrooms are cool, but IMO the visuals don't hold a candle to the colour and geometric perfection of DMT visuals.
23:30: I need to puke again. This time, I purge violently, and it feels like more of an emotional release. I clean up and allow myself to lie down on my bed (up until now, I'd been sitting).
The icaros are guiding me, and I feel pleasantly relaxed. I want to turn it up a notch with another 10ml of acacia, but I really can't face the taste...
I'm taking ayahuasca again after all these years because I currently feel like I'm in a bit of a rut after moving back to France after 2 1/2 years in Thailand. I'm struggling to find a direction and am somewhat lacking in zest for life. That said, I don't need ayahuasca to tell me what to do. I know that the life that I want lies on the other side of fear and laziness. That through discipline and consistency, and producing more than I consume, opportunities will open up. I know I need to write every day, which is partly why I'm sharing my experiences here. I also know I need to start posting content on social media, particularly YouTube. I have something of a love-hate relationship with social media, as I can see the damage it's done, but I'm decent at editing, and people tell me I have a lot to share. As I'm pondering this, I think back to an encounter I had a few days ago, which I think could make a good topic for a reel or YouTube video, as it illustrates the reverse culture shock I've experienced since coming home. As I write this, I'm no longer so sure, but I'm glad I've journaled it and will post the entry below (I wrote it more like a script to a video with memes and B-roll in mind, and some of it is ironic):
I've been back in France for a few months now, and since I'm able to communicate again and also because I'm neurodivergent, I like talking to strangers when I'm in a good mood (admittedly with mixed results, as we're about to see...)
For example, I saw this octopus in shallow water at the boat ramp. I called a guy over to look at it, and we ended up talking for a while about sea life. Sometimes I'll engage in what I think is a little lighthearted banter. One day, I was walking down by the harbour as the market was packing up, and a fishmonger walked past me pushing a trolley. A lobster jumps out of the crate and starts flapping around on the ground. It was one of those very expensive Mediterranean rock lobsters, and I said, "Oh look, you've broken it, you can't sell it now. Can I have it?" An absurd proposition to anyone of normal intelligence, but the guy just looked at me as if I'd kicked his dog.
Anyway, a few days ago I was walking down to the workout area and I saw a couple walking a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog. I'd never seen one before, so I smiled at the guy holding the lead and asked: "Is that a wolfdog?" He literally barks at me, "BONJOUR!" I ask again "C'est un chien-loup?" Again, "BONJOUR!" Now you have to understand, in France, when you address someone, you're first supposed to say "bonjour." It's just a little cultural script that allows strangers to interact without killing each other. There's even a song about it
Now, I'm a sensitive young man, so that brief exchange hurt my feelings, and I'd been ruminating over it for the last few days. Last night I had some ayahuasca, and it shifted my perspective so that I saw his reaction as a trauma response. The guy wasn't physically impressive, just a 22% body fat, medium build, 40-year-old white guy, and he may well have had some kind of altercation where he'd come out worse for wear. (Vald clip again) At least that's the most charitable explanation I can think of. So instead of taking it as feedback from the world and an indication that he's a soft target and should learn how to defend himself, he walks around with a pet wolf. Now, I love dogs. Dogs are great - big dogs, small dogs, all dogs... You can have a pet hyena for all I care, but just don't keep an animal as a substitute for your own physicality unless you're a woman or homeless and really need the protection. Maybe I'm in the wrong here and shouldn't think I'm entitled to people's time and attention, but I also can't help but feel that people here are vibrating at a lower frequency than the Thais, for all their faults. Anyway, I'm not going to stop doing it, because I know some people are genuinely happy to chat. I suppose one of the underrated side effects of knowing how to fight is that you can walk around making the NPCs glitch out.
Anyway, those are some of the thoughts I had while tripping last night. Nothing deeply introspective or particularly insightful, but fun nonetheless.
I wanted to try the mimosa and acacia in isolation, but ended up having to mix both so tomorrow I'm going to try the acacia on its own. In total, last night I took 4.5g of Syrian rue and at least 7g of mimosa + acacia, so I clearly have a high threshold for DMT.
I have some ayahuasca paste and mapacho cigars in the post from Peru, but the parcel is taking forever to arrive. I'm considering doing a dieta with the ayahuasca analogues where I only eat potatoes, rice and steamed vegetables for a few days. We'll see.




