Hello,

This is my first post, although I’ve been lurking for a while. After literally years of travails (spooky how hard it was). I finally succeeded in isolating the needed from A.Confusa. My question is, "Has anyone else ever thrown up anything alive?"

I have. I think. Unless the wriggly little creature climbed or fell into the ten gallon bucket I keep handy. I stashed the little bugger in alcohol. It's not the harmines that delivered it. It is definitely the spice.

Anyone else?

Wait, you threw up something alive?

Pics?

Do you think you purged a parasitic worm or something?

What did you do? Pharma? Aya? Syrian rue? Vine? some more info would be good

I've certainly heard of people throwing up snakes and feathers during ayahuasca ceremonies, though I haven't personally. I've only taken the spice orally a couple of times, and only threw up once. I remember being confused at the fact that my stomach was filled with syrian rue tea AND my lemon juice/dmt citrate concoction, but it was only the lemon juice and dmt that came up when I puked. It had very strange colors and shapes but no solid objects, or animals.

Post a pic

THANKS to everyone who responded. I'll try to answer here everything I was asked in replies.

No pics. No camera, no iphone, etc. But I will have access to a camera phone on Thursday (5/23/13) and, if I can figure out how to work it, I'll post a pic.

I don't know if it's a parasite... keeping in mind I found it in the bucket after the gastrointestinal upheavals. I don't think it crawled in there but I prefer at this moment (ripped as I am) to keep an open mind. It's not a worm. It has legs. It's about 1/4 inch long, looks doubled somehow like an ant with two abdomens. I noticed it because it was MOVING in the bucket. Maybe something fell into the bucket, and the stomach acids that bathed it gave a reason for some vigorous exercise. I hope. Way open to that idea.

I used a rue tea equivalent to 7 1/2 grams, and followed it 45 minutes later with crystal spice... nice white, a tiny beige. I haven't a clue how much spice I took (no scales). I can't keep the stuff down. The rue's just fine. No queasiness at all. In an effort to get where I want to go, I rubbed the spice into my gums. I have some slight gum bleeding so I thought that might help. The first time I rubbed it, it was so base I thought... I don't know... it was too much. So I dipped my finger in lemon juice before rubbing it. Didn't make a lot of difference, but I didn't immediately barf it all up. After a very short amount of time I felt the effects coming on. Pretty quick I got sick, and there, lo and behold, a little wriggly.

I am a LONG time devotee of these areas of interest. I'm an old guy. 65. Atheist. What else... can't smoke enough spice to do the job... I only have a glass "essential oil" pipe, got some good tips on how to smoke it in these monstrosities. Been aiming at a heavy Aya trip booted with smoke. So far what I have from my experiences (5) with Aya and crystal spice is a re-acquaintance with myself at a new level, explanations and resolutions for conflicts that I have allowed to rule my life, and now this.

who would have known this is what first alien contact would be like?

I would think its likely something that fell in, from your description it does not sound like any parasite I have heard of, internal parasites are to my knowledge limbless and soft bodied so there less recognizable to the immune system.

Still Im quite anxious to see a picture or 2, do you seriously not know someone with a phone that could e-mail you the pic, and then you can post from your pc?

I know a bunch of people with phones, and none from whom I would make a request. I don't exactly have agoraphobia, but I do experience a profound dislike of disturbing the peace I've spent a lifetime pasting together. This Thurs. my son will be home *(he's part of the peace), and I'll use his ipod (ipad?... the little one).

Whatever it is, it's in alcohol so it will out. I called the local college to see if a biology prof would take a look for me, but school's out till summer session in a couple of weeks.

Pretty amazing tho... looking into the bottom of a huge, shimmering, supposedly silver-colored but actually opalescent bucket, and seeing that thing doing a world-class backstroke... I thought I was prepared for just about everything, but that surprised me. I thought for just a second there that I might as well take that opportunity to freak completely out and be done with it, but it just didn't seem to be worth the effort. Maybe tomorrow.

Well, this is new.

As mentioned, parasites in the human body have no legs plus they do not dwell in the stomach, so either the little critter was in the bucket before you purged, or... ok, extraordinary claims ask for extraordinary evidence. We'll eagerly wait for pictures or the report of a biologist.

Would certainly give new meaning to 'getting a stomach bug'

Please don't misunderstand. I'm making no claims. With my head in the bucket, watching this thing perambulating about the landscape, I thought I might ask about it. Seemed reasonable at the time; under the circumstances. It was either that or fumble around in the kitchen drawers for a butcher knife to use for a little exploratory self-surgery.

What I've gotten from these experiences has been entirely positive. I'm actually surprised I didn't have to work harder at not freaking. In a tenement hotel in Seattle in the mid-sixties, stoned on White Lightening, I saw what seemed to be a mound of things like this crawling up, out of a drain in a rusted out shower. Others witnessed it. It just was. Who knows what? Something about that freaked me. Quietly, completely. We left that place, NOBODY saying anything, and stumbled around the Queen Ann's District till dawn, risking the cops rather than be in that place with that... whatever it was.

I've had some unusual experiences, and discount nearly all of them. What I don't discount is the fact that I have thoughts and understandings I didn't have just a short time ago. These are good things in all respects, and to my own satisfaction they are solely the result of my use of harmines/spice.

There is no doubt that our ability preserve ourselves and to express any free will we have is impacted very seriously by some bacteria, fungi, and microbes. If there is any doubt google "toxoplasma gondi" for a common example. This is mind-control for the non-paranoid. It is ubiquitous in nature, and, I think, one of Aya's greatest gifts is her ability to combat these organisms.

It would be nearly impossible for a MACROSCOPIC organism with its required attendant cohort and environmental needs to live in a person's stomach undetected. And yet, and yet... "There are more things under Heaven, Horatio, than your philosophy can account for."

If nothing else, this is fun stuff. Great way to kill a day. A "war story" par excellence, however it turns out.

Pics coming. My son's mother dropped by with a phone. This is not a subject I share with her so the bug "came from the basement, and I want it identified." Unfortunately, her phone was full. She tried deleting pics to get mine, had a problem, and will be returning Thurs properly girded.

The little guy is curled into a ball, and it's hard to make anything out at all. No visible legs now, and it's tiny. Something brown on its back. I think I posited about a 1/4 in. It's more like an 1/8. Trying to take the picture in the kitchen didn't seem to provide enough light so on Thurs I'll try to get a pic outside in the sun.

Way straight now, and this thing is still as real as it was yesterday. It'll probably turn out to be something mundane, but I do love a mystery.

I hate to be the one who chimes in with unsubstantiated and un-prove-able claims... but:

Back in the days when I was running around with ayahuasceros and spending literally all of my time collecting aya and chacruna (along with heaps of admixture plants), and bashing huge vines to pulp, and preparing brews, and making circles for people... I saw a number of "living" things come out of people.

Naturally I was nearly always high on aya myself, and there was no attempt to document these things... the ayahuasceros I was hanging with were nonplussed and considered such things to be "normal" for people who were really toxic or possessed by something.

One time, a kind of dark shaman I knew was doing the brew with us while camped out in a remote location and he kind of got into a purification trip. He had done aya for years without a purge and suddenly decided he needed to get everything out, so he knelt in the dirt and vomited and vomited until nothing would come out anymore... and then in one of his dry heaves a fairly large sized... thing, came out and hit the earth with a wet thud. We all turned, and the skies darkened... and a foul smell came rolling around the campsite. Everyone became hyper vigilant. This object was hard to see exactly, but it was a kind of fleshy grey thing nearly palm sized. I imagined it to have tentacles or legs like a starfish... but again it was covered in goo and dusty dirt and this man was doing his best to obscure it from us.

Then, it moved. It kind of made to scuttle away and everyone gasped. Horror sci-fi movies flashed through my head and I instinctively picked up a large rock to crush it with in case it came my way. This kind of troll like shaman grabbed it and crushed it himself... he was rather self conscious and immediately wanted to burn it. The rest of us cleared out, and gave him a wide berth as he took wood from the fire and made a special little fire pit to burn the wretched thing. And then, the smell flooded the area... It was horrifying. Like burnt plastic and hair, mixed with something that just reeked of evil. I kid you not.

We all had to remove ourselves even farther away, as the smell not only made you nauseous, but colored your visions inky black and turned them sickly and dark. The thing smelled for a few square kms! It was so horrible and horrifying that a woman who was wandering by freaked out and ran away screaming about sorcerers and pure evil. Later the next night when we left this location, some locals camped out accosted us and questioned us about this series of events and seemed ready to fight us over having freaked this woman out so badly. After I calmed them down and told them it had nothing to do with us, and that everyone was lucky we were there to deal with the situation, they realized that we were not dark sorcerers or anything of the sort.

But the point is, that whatever that guy barfed up was so freaky and wrong that it messed with people miles away.

I don't expect anyone to believe me, but if you talk to people who have a lot of experience with aya, these things are not exactly uncommon. It is likely that your bug was just in the environment and fell into your open bucket. But as you said... stranger things.

HF

One part of me is laughing hysterically, the other part is recoiling in horror.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTRYpP7xOJI

HyperSpace Fool,

Thanks for sharing that. I agree it's most likely something that fell into the bucket. I wouldn't have seen it at all if the bucket hadn't been shiny silver, and the day bright. I'm supposing that others have happened to purge in places they could see what's what. I wonder if besides my experience others have had anything similar.

I read a National Geographic article on Aya that was so hysterical that I assumed the guy had skipped the trip to Peru, and just wrote it up from others accounts, not knowing where to draw the line. The last line was him looking into his bucket (or whatever) and finding a small snake. OK. I do have an open mind but...

On the other hand... One day after Aya I got "Aya-sick" during the morning, and tried and tried to get rid of something that was lodged in my trachea. It filled and felt in my throat like a soft thing, pulpy with a pointed end topside. It almost came out, but receded. I thought at the time, "If it'll come out just a little further I can grab it and pull the d*mn thing out." This only lasted a few seconds, but when it receded I quit purging.

I had an experience in SF LONG ago that, if there is something "real" going on, may explain all this, but I hope the h*ll not. I've successfully rendered those memories into a vague recollection of something I want no part of. I was a devotee of Crowley for a while. We'll see.

There is a part of me that is horrified by the very thought of little wriggles. Yet two days in a row I awakened, lit a cig as usual, and laid there laughing out loud at the picture I must have made at the moment I saw the little guy. Head in a bucket, "bug-eyed", staring into the swirl... I don't know. It cracks me up. It was one of those moments of absolute clarity when there no inner dialogue, nothing to share, pure experience, total surprise. I'm laughing now.

Yesterday trying to get a pic taken I realized the pic is going to look like a small black dot, and nothing else. I'll get that done if it's possible. I don't think it'll shine any light, though. Does Nexus have a PO Box where I could send this for someone to look at? Otherwise, I'll take it to the college when it re-opens.

I would use a good digital camera, and zoom in as best as possible with the brightest lights you can muster. Think about the lighting on a good photo shoot or film set.

People can take pictures of microscopic things if they really want to, and we here at the Nexus regularly take hi res close ups of our extractions to show off our crystal porn. If it is something you really want to document, you should be able to. I would even imagine you could fish it out of the alcohol, and unroll the bugger... perhaps pinning him to a board for all and sundry to see.

Naturally, when we are dealing with open buckets and the jungle floor, it is easy to conceive that whatever is found was something external to you to begin with... and yet, it is a common theme amongst those who make it their business to study these things, that things do, in fact, come out that seemingly have no business being inside people. Things that defy logic and seem like they would not exist anywhere in the esophagus, stomach or the entire GI track.

We can chalk it up to yet another of the mysteries surrounding this most mysterious of jungle brews... but there is something there. It is like with crop circles or other mysterious phenomena where the rational mind can come up with reasons that invalidate what the gut is telling you. And with this stuff... I see no reason why people would want to fake puking up vile things.

All I can say, is I have seen quite a few inexplicable things in my association with entheogens, and aya is near the top of the list for bizarre events. I may have been tripping myself when I saw most of these things, but generally not nearly as hard as the people we were leading (for obvious reasons). Even if we took the same doses, my extreme familiarity with the state rendered me much more functional than those we brought with us into hyperspace... and I have always found that aya only increased my natural perceptions and physical abilities... often to superhuman levels... so I have no reason to discount my experiences due to my altered state.

Who knows?

If you were a follower of Crowley's magick, or involved in other grey or dark energetic work in times past, I would not doubt that you might have some... issues... in this regards. Perhaps your future ayahuasca work will have you purging up more odd things as time goes on. Mama aya is known to make parasites very dead or uncomfortable... and, this applies to energetic and spiritual parasites as well as the run of the mill physical bad boys.

Hyperspace Fool,

I'm working on a pic. Hi-res is not possible. I'll unroll it best I can, and close as possible. I hate the idea, but I think it's going to take a biology prof to nail it down.

I made the mistake of asking on this board if anyone knew of any shamans working in the US, and got a warning about trying to "hook-up" with members. But the cool thing was that just as I posted it, and was re-reading it I think, when all the lights in town went out. The way I got it figured, I'm so important to the Kosmos that it was willing to deprive the entire Iron Range of electricity just so I couldn't get an immediate answer (the warning?). The way things are going, I suppose what's next on the agenda is a parade of tree-stumps stomping through my living room waving leafy tentacles, and shouting "HARE KRISHNA" at me. I suppose I best pass out samples of spice to all my neighbours to make up for the inconvenience of my evolution. I'm sure they'll understand.

Here are three pics of the wriggly. They do suck. I saddled up, rode into town, and dropped by a professional photo studio. The way it works there is that the photogs usually call in for their appts in the AM, and drop by the studio if there's a reason. There were none there when I went in today, but there will be someone there I can make an appointment with tomorrow. The lady behind the counter was kind enough to take these with her cell phone, Emailed them to me, and pushed back to me the $20 bill I laid on the counter. Because of her kindness I will w/o fail use them to take some pro hi-res photos that I can pay them for. I'll post them when I get them.

The large black thing that is not the bug is my car's key. Two of the pics are looking down at it from the top. The other was taken looking at i from the bottom with the legs up. Normally now, this thing is curled into a very tiny ball. Handling it, trying to stretch it out so it could be best seen just about tore it up.

College will be back in session in a couple of weeks, and I'll have it identified by someone who actually knows something about bugs.When I get whatever opinion that s I'll get back on here, and note the findings.

My gratitude to all who reached back to me, and most especially to those who put together and run this site.

Into the mystic,
23aka23