Common names
Gaan-gaan (Sul.)
Kalaikai (C. Bis.)
Kalaykay (C. Bis.)
Payang-payang (Tag.)
Angel's locks (Engl.)
Pai qian cao (Chin.)

Other vernacular names
ASSAMESE: Ursi.
BENGALI: Jutasalpani.
CAMBODIAN: Ang-prom, Prae kraoy.
CHINESE: Pai qian shu, Huan ye xiao huai hua, Long lin cao, Pai qian cao, Jian ye a po qian, Wu shi ye, Lin wan zii shu, Ya po qian.
HINDI: Jatsalpan.
INDONESIAN: Apa-apa, Apa-apa sapi, Ketipes.
LAOTIAN: Ked linz no:yz.
MALAYSIAN: Serengan kechil.
SANSKRIT: Lodhrah, Lodram.
TELUGU: Karrantinta, Kondontinta, Sarivi.
THAI: Klet plaa chon, Yaa song plong, Yaa klet lin.
VIETNAMESE: Chu[oox]i ti[eef]n, d[oof]ng ti[eef]n.

Oct 8th

I first find it on a track, near a shrine, where so many plants had ID plates on them. I find just two plants. One big one and one small one very close together, but no others in the area! This is frustrating. But I have found them! They are so beautiful, they make you stop and think about them. Indeed, their common name is Showy Desmodium

https://www.google.com/s...;q=phyllodium+pulchellum

Walking in the national park for a couple of hours, I don’t see anymore plants. Riding my scooter some kilometers furthers, I eventually I stop on the side of the road, walk down a track and then I see many. They grow in the grass among the small trees in a quite open area. I am so happy to find them in quantity! I have reached my objective.

When I first chewed the leaves, I felt flashes in my heart and the side of my neck. The leaves didn’t taste of much. I wondered how they could be so strong and do what they do with so little alkaloidal taste. I do not collect any at this point, as it is getting late and I am not feeling it is the right thing to do.


Oct 11

So I had two days break, I have been sick, struggling with the aftershocks of severe cluster headaches and I also got sunburnt on the first scooter trip. So on the 3rd day I go out to collect them. I find myself lagging, starting a bit late in the day, like so often when it comes to something important. This time I go straight to the place where I found them all growing after a two hour scooter ride. I sit with the plants first. They do not say much to me, but I know they will speak to me later when I take them.

I tell it I must harvest some plants, so I pull up 3 plants, they come straight up, roots and all. Then go to another place a few hundred meters along the road and pull up another 2. I put them in my backpack and then ride off, rain begins to come and I must shelter in a little scout shed for over an hour while the rain buckets down.

Oct 12 2017

The next day in the morning I calculate it is probably 0.2% 5-MeO at most. So 200 grams fresh is 100 grams dry. Which means 200 grams fresh + 200 millgrams. I decide to go low, and cook up 80 grams fresh, which means 50mg or so of 5-MeO.

The cooker at my little apartment is some sort of stir fry hotplate, and it heats up quite rapidly and I cannot just turn it down low. I give it one cook for about an hour.

I started drinking at 2.05pm and stop around 2.15pm

The taste is quite greenish, it is not that easy to drink, the taste is not THAT strong, but I really know something is happening right away. I only end up drinking about half of it, as I feel like this will give me a taste.

I put on some random music on my speaker but it was a bit random, so I put on David Darling’s cello music which was perfect.I start to feel some things around 2.40pm, I can feel it coming on.

There is some intensity, a watery feeling. A certain clarity. A light that doesn’t quite fully arrive.
The taste of the green in my mouth. By around 3pm I can really feel it. There is almost a nauseous feeling. I don’t want to move so much. I can feel the clarity and edginess of the 5-MeO. Also, there is some sign of the MAOI, the balancing effect of the chemicals.

At times I go into almost automatic deep breathing, a kind of pranayama. When I experience that I know for sure this plant is Soma. I have rediscovered Soma.

I meet a being who appears to be some sort of guardian or gatekeeper. He is tendrily, and sad, I don’t attack him. I just let him dissipate, he seems sad. Then there is a gnarly being, a big muscley being with chains who comes to attack me. He is another gatekeeper. I take him down with torping. Then there is a bigger one, shaking the ground, as if he has stone feet. He is sad.

Then I experience a further attack in my head, these lobster like beings.

All this fades, they are lonely guardians it seems, nobody else knows. There is an emptiness around this experience, like I am breaking it up.

Then I feel pressure in my left shoulder, in my stomach, in my heart. I can feel it working with me. It feels similar to the New Caledonian 5-MeO plant tea, but smoother.

Around 3.30pm the effects ease off, I eat some corn chips and start to feel really hungry! Then I hear a knock on the door. It is an older American guy, clear eyed, tells me I can’t have dogs in the apartment. I apologize to him, tell him its ME making those sounds, not a dog, but he’s stuck thinking its a dog, telling me I can’t have dogs for the next few minutes - quite a surreal experience!

After he leaves, there is another lobster like being attacking me, causing me pain, I blow on it to no avail, so must leave and so torp outside on my scooter to the mall and get some thai food. I can still feel it work on me, for another couple of hours. Then around 7pm I feel a lot of clarity and a shift in me.

Overall, there is less pleasure in it than I thought, and it seems quite intimidating. I was surprised how my body got nauseous, I could really feel it doing a lot. What I do not know, but I can understand why they call it the nectar of immortality due to what I felt is its healing capability.

October 17th

I move to another part of Thailand to look for more patches of this plant, and book a little hut in the country to take it again, and cook up a different batch to try it again. This time the batch I collected from the same first collection is dry. I aim to drink 80g dried, but only end up taking 40g dried. It just tastes so strong! Not so much happens, just the liquidy feeling and some sense of healing, but nothing so strong. I suppose it is good I am being cautious, I feel like this plant is very strong and there is a reason I have waited a week to drink it again, even with last weeks experience I am finding it somewhat intimidating by the power I feel in it.


24th October

I rented a motorcycle for one day in a new part of Thailand to see if I could find Phyllodium Pullchellum. I ended up just following my nose rather than a map, and ended up at a waterfall. Then as I walked up a steep track I find one plant. Aha! It is here!

Then I scooter down the road a bit, into a little dirt track. Stop, then think, no, this is not where it grows! And I decide not to get off the scooter and back out, and when I look a little closer I can see it is growing everywhere around me! Under the bamboo grove, which in the GPS notes, it states that it does grow in these conditions. I taste the leaves, they are stronger than the other one’s, which likely means more juicy 5-MeO alkaloids.

I walk around and see a few dozen plants growing in the open undergrowth, then drive off, it is raining, so end up under a tin shed where there are two big blue plastic water tanks and wait some time for the rain to ease off.


26th October

I go back to the same area to collect the PP’s. I use my intuition and go around to which one’s are calling, take one from each area. They don’t tend to grow in the shade. There are also little rusty spots on the leaves. It is hard to pull them out, the root system is so big, I am unable to pull out as many roots as I would like! But I collect 5 plants and put them under the seat of my scooter.

That night I start cooking them, all of them together weigh 500g and just fits in the big aluminium pot I have in this house with a little kitchen. I simmer slowly for a couple of hours, it turns into a deep brown golden colour. Then I simmer it down to what I think is about a liter, cover it and let it sit.


27th of October

I have problems getting up, end up getting up at 10am! Sleeping in. Thailand makes me feel lazy.

I bottle up the liquid and it is exactly one liter. I put it into 2 500ml glass bottles, then pour out what I assume is 100ml (50g fresh) and put it in a glass. Again, I feel like I am being conservative with the dose. I see no reason to rush into a deep experience with this plant and just feel like I’m making friends with it.

I procrastinate drinking it a fair while. Eventually I drink at 12.15pm. It tastes strong and I drink it all down in one go!

I put on this music mix and lie down.

https://soundcloud.com/s...ft-current-hazel-mandala

I can feel it quite quickly it working on me. The first thing I feel is it working on my liver, clearing heat, which is what PP is used for in Chinese medicine. It feels really effective, going in there to the sides in quite a lot of details, more than I felt with ayahuasca for example. Opening up channels.

Then the nausea comes, it is quite strong. I end up throwing up twice, keep heaving bringing it up. And there is also diarrhea which is quite strong too.

About an hour and 20 minutes after taking it, I am going through a tunnel, which is hard to interpret. Lots of images whirring past me. I am a bit in shock. Something in me is not able to register it is becoming SO visual.

The visuals last about 90-120 minutes. But I cannot keep track of time as I am too IN IT and surprised.

I am seeing things like asians go in and out of shops. There is a landscape, of beings, people doing their thing. It seems kind of normal. The visuals are quite crisp, especially for the dose I have taken. The colors are quite bright.

At one point there is an old wizard communicating with me, there are spells emanating from him, good spells. At no point does the communication seem very direct. Like I said, it was hard to interpret, just from the shock of it happening, and the nature of it seems so new, I cannot compute it or bring it back to memory so well.

When it ends, I go back through the tunnel, with these arms waving at me, like asian sculptures, dancing men or women or god’s or goddesses, endless arms waving, as art.

Then I don’t want to move for a couple of hours until 5.30pm.

I am in a deep place, in a reverie, the plants communicate to me with these cartoons, of the kind I experience with Iboga. They seem somehow trivial, but I understand it is only the plant trying to be entertaining. I get a great sense of friendliness and humility from this plant, wise old power, the same impression I get from Iboga.

Overall this experience felt very solid. High energy. Happiness. Brightness. For sure, this seemed like DMT more than 5-MeO. At least for this strain, it means that the DMT content is a lot higher than you would expect in the strains I collected.

Armies of Offensiveness - An Experience with Phyllodium Pulchellum
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Tuesday June 12th

I cooked up the phyllodium, no stalks, twice without any acid, lime juice or apple cider vinegar. It seemed to work well, pulling out a lot of colour so I just went with it and trusted.

I drink 140ml of the plant, about 80g fresh, at 8.40pm. I tend to proctrastinate a fair bit. There is no fear, or resistance, just awareness that this is really something I’m doing.

I feel something in about half an hour, some feelings in my liver. Then as always it takes about 50-60 minutes to really kick in.

The first thing I am shown is a woman and two men hurtling along in a jeep, very hurriedly and flusterdly. The visuals are quite clear, but look different to that I’ve had from most other plants, a bit like those from that film, “A waking life”

Then they arrive at a checkpoint, there is a woman there. Then I see something very strange, like layers of visuals of funky electric static. The woman at the checkpoint rips off each of these layers until there is none left and a couple of men come out of the side of the checkpoint, rip the people out of the cars and proceed to seriously beat them up. This continues for much longer than I would like it too, it gets pretty brutal.

It appears to me, this is symbolic of the the plant trying to deliver a visual experience to my brain. But what does this checkpoint symbolise? Could it be my brain? Why would my brain do that?

The experience last time was of a lady, in what appeared to be my brain, ending the fireworks display, saying that no permission was given for this.

Anyway, this fighting ends and I go into a reverie. Something easy to do with this plant, a kind of trance. Maybe I’m in this state for 20 minutes, where nothing is happening, it is almost like sleep. Then I come to a bit, and check for signs of life. There is a round pattern, very crisp and golden swirling around in front of me, a bit like a 3D Mandela.

I can only presume the plant is doing some healing work with me, that it doesn’t require visuals to be there for.

Then, the visuals come back, they are somehow crisp, but lacking rich colour, there are outlines, but it is water colorish, a certain faint quality to everything.

I am wondering what happened there. Why were the visuals not working properly? Who took away the permission. So I am taken to this place, and me and the guide (presumably the plant), we creep in, a thin film of plastic is taken away from in front of me. They tell me to be very still. Then I am shown a golden badge in place where badges are stored. They say, this is us! This is the rulebook, this is the sign, that we are not to be released. It is like a declaration. Made by them? But who are they? The people at the checkpoint? Some sort of military presence, that find all of this very threatening, people who want to contain it?

I am taken to this place in nature, like a grove, where this is black puddle. The guide is like a telepathic voice in my head, and tells me to torp the black puddle. I’m not used to working with this plant, normally the Acacia courtii is my favored guide. So I start torping the black puddle. It becomes a humanoid. The phyllodium tells me to keep topping. But the black inky man spawns into many men. This is quite disconcerting. I get the impression the phyllodium was thinking, “oh shit, I thought that would work….”

Then the inky black men surround me in a circle and start closing in on me. I start to get a bit concerned. I start torping them and it is a move I often have to do, spinning round in a circle on my bed to get all of them quickly.

Then I am taken toward this thing, it is a big UFO like thing, two big discs made of natural stuff, like wood or leaves. It is ominous, like a dark fairytale, the guide tells to me to torp. It is hard when I don’t even know what it is. The bottom disc made of some smooth material dissipates, but the top disc, made of more something like woody sticks, dissipates, then turns into a smokey cloudy thing, with arrows that point of it, which seems to allow it to move. It flies up and over me and I torp it until it dissipates.

I am taken onto this mountain top, there are people on top of this mountain all in a heightened state. They are like villagers of this world, I can only assume this world is the phyllodium world, the ecology of its spiritual home, that it took me to when I first had a truly visual experience.

In the distance, there is some disquiet. The people (though they are not really all people) wearing quite odd clothes and very anxious and close together.

Then I am shown what is happening, there are armies headed right toward this place, many armies! It looks overwhelming! Like something out of the lord of the rings!

The guide says, I can help, I say I am not sure if I can help that much against armies. I feel a sense of despair for these people and this place. It looks overwhelming. These armies are charging toward them, it is a homogenous army, of humanoid like creatures. I just keep torping and that appear to work to some degree. I just keep going doing this for a few minutes, wondering if it will have any effect on the outcome here. Then all the soldiers just turn to stone and break! Which was unexpected.

The battle keeps going for about 30 minutes, different kinds of soldiers. some are like black inky ninjas. Others are white. I do my best to torp, it seems to work a lot of the time, at least to weaken the armies, then after I have a go at them, the army of my allies takes them out.

Then there are the bosses behind the armies which I take out, on their thrones, muscley, grisly, mercenary characters. Then there are some big lizardy creatures as well. At one point during all this melee, I have to vomit really badly. And it is a horrendous, vomit, lots of foam and backtaste, purpley, gringey tasting stuff.

They tell me, we might need you to drink again. I am a bit resistant. I tell them, it will not be an hour before it starts working anyway. By that point it might be too late, all around me, THEY are fighting too. They move like the elves, I can barely see them, they move so fast. But as things progress, they become more comfortable with the situation, the despair lifts. They tell me, they gain power by overcoming these groups, like they are taking and using their weapons.

We come to the conclusion, we must take them down, there is no other way. This coalition, whoever they are, are vicious and appear as a real barrier to this work that wants to happen.

I tell them, I will be back in a few nights, and we will take them down and remove these obstacles. It is a clear agreement, it wasn’t me or them who made this agreement, it just seemed clear. This is all new for me, I’ve never worked with armies, against armies. But I know enough, that it is necessary to bring back balance, where there is an imbalance of power, where one side has too much power. It looks to me, that this opposition was sent in to stop this kingdom of this plant. Perhaps that happened at some time in the past, where the power of this plant was perceived to be too threatening. And the power of these forces, were some of the more tricky and confusing I’d ever seen, certainly equivalent to the power of these guys.

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Postscript: I drank a few days later and nothing much happened. I do not think it was the right time!

2.4. MAO

The effect of alkaloids isolated from P. pulchellum on MAO was evaluated in mitochondrial fractions from rat brain. As shown in Figure 3, P. pulchellum alkaloids significantly inhibited both MAO-A and MAO-B activity in a concentration-dependent pattern. The IC50 values calculated for alkaloids ( and  μg/mL for MAO-A and MAO-B, resp.) indicated high potency against MAO-A. Additionally, regarding the activity against MAO-A, the tested extracts displayed maximum inhibition above 85% in the highest concentrations evaluated.

Totally, six alkaloids were obtained by various chromatography techniques (Figure 2). They were elucidated as N,N-dimethyltryptamine (1), 5-methoxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine (2), N-methyltetrahydrocarboline (3), 7-methoxy-N-methyltetrahydrocarboline (4), tryptamine (5), and N-methyl-3-indoylmethanamine (6) from their spectroscopic data upon comparisons with values reported in the literature [18]. According to the structure characteristics, six alkaloids can be divided into two different structure styles: compounds 1, 2, 5, and 6 belonged to indolealkylamine and compounds 3 and 4 were β-carboline alkaloids.

7-methoxy-N-methyltetrahydrocarboline (4)

Anadenanthera peregrina (Leguminosae) bark
Antirhea lucida (Rubiaceae) root
Desmodium pulchellum (Leguminosae) [i.e. Phyllodium pulchellum, of this thread]
Dutaillyea oreophila (Rutaceae) leaf
Horsfeldia superba (Myristicaceae) leaf
Meconopsis horrida (Papaveraceae) entire plant
Meconopsis napaulensis (Papaveraceae)
Meconopsis paniculata (Papaveraceae) entire plant
Meconopsis robusta (Papaveraceae) entire plant
Meconopsis rudis (Papaveraceae) entire plant
Melicope leptococca (Rutaceae) leaf and stem
Nectandra megapotamica (Lauraceae) entire plant
Papaver rhoeas (Papaveraceae) root
Phalaris arundinacea (Graminae) aerial parts
Phalaris arundinacea, Clone R-5 (Graminae) aerial parts
Phalaris arundinacea var. Ottawa Synthetic C (Graminae) entire plant
Virola calophylla (Myristicaceae) wood
Virola rufula (Myristicaceae) bark and root
Virola theiodora (Myristicaceae) bark

...So most chemists would know this compound as 6-methoxy-2-methyl-1,2,3,4-tetrahydrobetacarboline.

Hi Nexians, long time no post. Not sure if Julian is persona non grata around here or what, but about 36 minutes into this presentation, he discusses his experiences hunting and working with this plant.

I got some dry phyllodium, but I'm completely ignorant on how to extract so I'm thinking in drinking it as tea since from what I understood from Julians report he drank 40 g dried and felt the effects. Does this mean one only needs to slowly (1 hour) boil the dry plant to make a tea? Any suggestions on quantities or enhancement methods?
I also got some seeds and will study about the plantation.

From the paper:

This is slightly nerdy but, the numbering scheme the authors used diverges from the usual numbering convention of betacarbolines. They start counting from the nitrogen in the five-membered ring (in keeping with the somewhat out-of-fashion tryptoline numbering system), whereas betacarboline substitutions are conventionally numbered starting with the with the carbon at the "bottom" of the pyridine ring. So most chemists would know this compound as 6-methoxy-2-methyl-1,2,3,4-tetrahydrobetacarboline.

The attached image helps to explain this rather better.

Incidentally, in appendix 'F' of TIHKaL, this compound is listed as occurring in the following plant species: