PRE-CONDITIONS
(mind)Set: Relaxed
(physical condition) Set: Healthy, but in need of regeneration, some muscle tension
Setting (location): Home; burned a significant amount of Palo Santo.
time of day: Ingested 1 o'clock afternoon, the day was fairly cool. Cool breeze coming through the window which was quite chilling at times.
recent drug use: Recently consumed 4gm of moxy (2 days prior) marijuana and beer the day before. That morning vaporized lavender.
last meal: Ate only strawberries an hour before ingestion, consumed strawberries until satisfied.

PARTICIPANT
Gender: Male
body weight: 54.5 kg
known sensitivities: Sensitive to tryptamines/ substances in general.
history of use: novice with only a handful of oral DMT trip experiences. This was most profound yet.

BIOASSAY
Substance(s): gGround syrian rue; Powdered Acacia Confusa Root Bark.
Dose(s): 3 Grams rue, 10 grams Confusa
Method of administration: Rue saturated in water and swallowed whole; Confusa via vegetable capsules.


EFFECTS
Administration time: T=0:00 Rue Ingested; T=0:10 Confusa Capsules ingested.
Duration: 7-8 hours
First effects: Heavy body effects
Peak: T=3:00-5-:00
Come down: T=7:00-8:00
Baseline: T=9:00

Intensity (overall): 3.666666 repeating
Evaluation / notes: Coordination between time and space became insignificant, yet endlessly fascinating/awe-inspiring. Extremely close to breakthough, had I smoalked would have been breaking through significantly.

OPTIONAL
Pleasantness: 3
Implesantness: 3
Visual Intensity: 1
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AFTER-EFFECTS
Hangover: 0
Afterglow: 3; chatted with roomate until sleep 3:00 past baseline

REPORT

So this is my account of the first significant oral DMT dose, with 10 grams of Confusa Consumed in vegetable capsules. Prior to this I had only ingested up to 6 grams via brews/"bareback" ingestion styles.

When I first consumed the gel caps I kept a nice receptacle nearby-expecting to spew tree bark from my guts. However, I soon learned that my body didn't know to purge due to ingestion via vegetable capsules. So rather than a purge and feel better experience, it was a very long/sustained experience of no small degree of discomfort.

There was also quite a cool breeze coming in, but with the window closed i felt quite stuffed up and asphyxiated. Don't know if this was mostly mental conjurations or if i was extra sensitive to my air-intake or what, but I decided to leave the window open and just feel somewhat cold.

During the come up I eventually accepted that I wouldn't be purging, all the while the oral dose is just building and building; along with the body load of harmalas + tree bark in my stomach.

However; the vibes i was getting were not particularly threatening. I felt that the experience ahead of me was likely going to be an amiable adventure, despite the protest of my intestines.

Eventually the strawberries I consumed became the forefront of my experience. I was made aware of the immense freshness of the strawberries, but also I was being informed that they were partially corrupted. One day, what looks like a strawberry will be completely corrupted, serving only to harm people and the environemnt. Perhaps If i had purchased organic strawberries I wouldn't have received this message. However, afterthat message I began to ponder the cosmic nature of corruption.


I began to experience myself undergoing corruption; reacting first with denial/rejection, hoping to somehow prevent it but couldn't. This corruption was continuing. I also began to see that it is happening on many different levels. That is has always been happening, especially in the affairs of men. It felt something like a war; forms stubbornly clinging to themselves whilst their very substance' integrity rots and is replaced by some other life-form which we might only guess is bacterial and parasitic in nature. Witnessing myself undergo this, my only choice to move consciousness up into higher levels until finding what remains incorruptible.

This I did, but I couldn't escape the fact that DMT was coursing through my blood and brain coupling to the many receptors available to them. This is where space itself became corrupt, where what one might consider incorruptible is as corruptible as any form.

Essentially, "my soul" was acquainted with a black hole. I was in a space where I could see corruption in its most vital form. A cleaning agent for god?
Perhaps the function by which god may begin to break the safe he designed. The cubic strong-box whose algorithms for remaining locked and incorruptible are the only thing that can possibly keep such an all-knowing being entertained. And yet as I am, this box, a container of some treasure, I were being rendered corrupt. My very form, space as a container, were being rendered corrupt. And some witful being was there, juicing what treasers spewed out of me upon the corruption of their container. Happy god.

My poor brain was left a jumble of thoughts and ideas of how to understand all of this. Never before had it considered it's own soul corruptible. Yet the endless, barely utter-able fact is that corruption of such a high level of existence is only corruption to the brain associated with the experience. The brain that is left to deal with the taste of tree-bark for hours and lay in the fetal-position.

God, however, was playing with himself.

At one point during this game of break-the-safe my legs started shaking like a dog

And it pretty much snapped me out of this experience. Had I smoalked I would have gone probably deeper than I was ready for at the time. Maybe next time

I then went to lay down for awhile. This is when I miraculously began to smell like a brown-sugar souffle. Also my gastrointestinal discomfort felt much more managable. I looked outside and saw a humming bird sitting on the empty bird feeder- looking as if it were struggling to stay awake during a long-night's watch.

So I filled the feeder and could sense how relieved they were, in their own cute way.

I also sat down with the flowers for awhile after that and it was very rejuvenating.


Eventually my roommate got home and we talked awhile, I was feeling very energized.

My bowel-movement just before bed was firm and healthy, and I was quite happy about that after expecting diarrhea.


Hope I conveyed myself well-enough. I found it quite interesting how if i had taken a lower-dose I probably would have not had a pleasant trip, due to the theme revolving around corruption, but at the levels I went to corruption eventually turned into something of like a nirvana.


edit: I forgot to mention that sounds i was hearing were like some entity was playing with delay and feedback loops and phasers or something. So ridiculous.