I recently found a kambo stick which I'd acquired about a year ago and felt inspired to give it a try.It came accompanied with a short bamboo-style stick the diameter of which was about 4mm and this was used to make the burns.
The sap-laden sticks' end was dipped in sterile water and was then scraped using a sharp knife to form 4 globules of sap which were each about a match-head in size and had a consistency of paper glue which was in the processing of drying to a rubbery consistency. These were placed on a piece of foil whilst the burns were made over my right knee; the pain was very short-lived and required some psychological preparation to actually apply the glowing bamboo piece to the skin. It was easy enough to rub off the surface epithelium from the 4 inoculation points made.
Using moist finger-tips each globule was retrieved from the foil, made moist once more (as just letting the sap sit dried it out to a fine salt-like consistency) and in quick succession the 4 lumps were applied to the burns, smeared over then allowed to sit having been compressed to site of application. Within 30 seconds the burns became fairly uncomfortable.
Two minutes later I felt a marked dryness of the throat with a tightness, heavy eyelids and limbs, slowed respiration, a churning in the abdomen with a moderate degree of nausea and a psychic effect which felt distinctly like a mu agonist opioid but lacking the degree of euphoria experienced with the usual suspects. There was no discernible psychedelic effect but my head felt pressured and a little distant. These effects grew over about 20 minutes and I purged from below only.
The physical effects plateaued and receded after about 30 or so minutes leaving a feeling of contentment not unlike an opiate but, IMO, deficient in the euphoric component.Its now 4 hours since the application and this feeling remains.
It will be interesting to see how things are tomorrow when according to other aficionados, other effects become apparent.
I don't know presently if a familiarity with opiates has diminished the lustre of the experience and I think that the initial physical unpleasantness is a hindrance to this stuff becoming very popular. After one experience only to gauge matters I would not regard kambo as recreational at all, rather its a product which will continue to interest a small section of the psychonauts out there.
Interesting stuff, nevertheless.
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