PRE-CONDITIONS(mind)Set: Feeling a bit ill.
(physical condition) Set:A cold coming on.
Setting (location): Home. Sofa. Wife chuckling.
time of day: Evening, uk autumn so dark and a bit windy.
recent drug use: Lemsip and a full purge experiment the previous day (yuk yuk)
last meal: A balanced meal, two hours before.
PARTICIPANTGender: M
body weight: 76kg
known sensitivities: None. Rather hard-headed usually (though soft-stomached)
history of use: Early days for dmt carriers.
BIOASSAYSubstance(s): Powdered Rue, dmt-fumarate dissolved in water
Dose(s): 3g rue, a really large amount of fumrate, probably near 200mg if not more.
Method of administration: eaten rue (blurgh), drank fumarate (yuck)
EFFECTSSorry, template is getting slow....
So, I necked this huge amount of fumarate, mainly bause I didn't think it was clean. Tasted like hot bitter plastic (aha! clue number one, tryptamines!). I'd been trying raw precursor plants to see if my stomach could take it (no, no it couldn't).
Rue led to horrible nausea, with no actual ability to throw up. Since I'd just about turned inside out a couple of days before, this was okay, but the nausea spoiled the body trip which I normally enjoy a great deal.
As I'd eaten, it took a while to come on (about 2 hours), and was gentle trip-wise. Mostly CEV's and body-load, with a few geometric neon overlays.
I tried conditioning the trip when I went to bed. This worked okay as I tripped heavily internally (waking dream style) for six hours straight, with continuing effects for another five hours after that!
This type of trip causes your brain to loop continuously. This is useful for changing the brain's structure by repetition. The trick is to insert the desired direction into the loop. I wasn't wholly successful due to the degree of dissociation involved with the massive dose (kinda "where am i?" type insecurity coupled with physical discomfort) but validated the technique. Which was nice but I wasn't really going for a working trip. Oh well.
Lesson 1: ALWAYS measure your dose.
Lesson 2: Extractions may be the only way for me, which is a shame.
Lesson 3: Often bad trips are the most useful for working with oneself, but they aren't fun.
Lesson 4: I needed to learn some respect for this, done that now.
Lesson 5: You don't die. Really. Don't worry
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Next up, some more extraction fun.
ttfn.
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