Acacia Confusa: 14 g
B. Caapi: 28 g

Preparation: Three two hour boils on each.
Ingested: All of the caapi tea at once, acacia consumed over period of 15 minutes.

Experience:

I found myself being incredibly relaxed and decided to lay down and try to get the most out of it. Although I experienced no incredibly clear visuals of mention, I did get several impressions and thought loops. Most of the effects were felt the next day and gradually over the course of two weeks.

Beginning with the visuals, one of the vague things I saw was a centipede with the head of a bee crawling towards me out of the shadows of my closed eyes. I've always had something similar floating around in my head, similar to how one can be on a road trip and see a place off the road that "they know from somewhere." Soon after, I was walked past by a humanoid shape that seemed to consist of a black skin with a blue light of some sort contained within it. Strangely, I'd the gut feeling that whatever it was had been waiting for me -- and still is.

The thought loops were the most interesting part of it all. I've no idea how or why it made any sense to any part of my mind, but the thought "I'm going home" repeated for five or so minutes at a regular pace. There was also a profound sense of peace mixed with some other feeling I can't describe. Soon after I fell asleep, had a bunch of odd dreams of which I remember nothing of, and woke up feeling good for the first time in a long time.

Edit: There was also an incredible amount of sexual arousal that came about during it.

Acacia Confusa: 12 g
B. Caapi: ~70 g

Preparation: One three hour boil, two two-hour boils.
Ingested: All of the caapi consumed, then the acacia immediately after. I'd left a cup of water in the caapi reduction pot to help it out, drank it too because of "why not."


This was more a spur of the moment sort of ordeal, as I was in a whirlwind of crap and hiding in a mental rut. It was an "f-it" moment and I feel that the timing was as good as it could have gotten. Note: I didn't take it while I was in the dumps. I'd made sure to pull myself out of it for a few hours before I'd even finished making it.

Working along side math, the visuals showed up once more and were more noticeable this time. I'd opted to go into a storage room with little-to-no-light in it to experience things. I saw a person sitting off to my side. Violet aura, black outline, body made of white-hot light that turned to blue near its skin. Sadly, I couldn't turn my head to look at it directly. It stayed in the same spot, in the corner of my eye. There was a distinct image of a cross that would pop up among the light visuals that I was experiencing.

There were also two distinct audio hallucinations. One was a male voice speaking to someone; there was no way for me to tell if it was me or something else, or to itself, even. In hindsight, I want to say it was speaking to whatever was sitting besides me. The other was a noise similar to what Xena would make before going into a battle. It'll be my luck that it's of some deep significance. Probably just a weird mental short circuit.

Once more I experienced the odd dreams. Things definitely had the Ayahuasca vibe; it was a different world. Some bits of it are still running through my head; I've been to the "world" it was in several times -- and well before ayahuasca. Last time I went in, a monk of some sort came out of nowhere and banished me from the world while I was in a gift shop of some sort. Like hell I know what that's about either, dude.

This time, I was in some sort of museum that I believe was made up of all of the things and people in my life. Before I'd went to bed or even started having the above mentioned visuals/audio, I thought about someone in my life that I'm feeling lost about. It wasn't enjoyable and I ended up crying a little bit which never happens to me sober. So, bright side: I was hallucinating that I wasn't hallucinating, it was in my system haha. Lo and behold, the tour guide led me to her section and there was a picture there of her for every year of her life...I noticed she didn't look happy in any of them. I remember that he was talking about something, I lost attention while staring at the portrait of her-to-be; the whole of that world's existence faded in the same old fashion, like someone birthed a half-television/half-toilet monstrosity only to flush it and pull the cord at the same time,and ceased to be as I begged to be taken back.

There was a man's face in vivid detail, glowing in the same blue as the others yet it was like a miasma hanging around him. He smiled, muttered something, and I woke up feeling happy but not "feeling" that way.