Good morning fellow Nexians!
Yesterday I indulged in some changa and vaporised freebase and the session lasted almost 2 hours.After a little (but normal) trepidation I started with a bong of changa, approximately 100mg of caapi x11 : FB in a 1:1 ratio and broke through to that highly desirable yet ineffable place where I was exposed to a labyrinth of beauty and indescribable wonders whilst retaining a mental clarity which was devoid of fear.I had 5 such bongs and also 2 hits of neat FB through that trusty implement the GVG, the doses being 30 and 40mg.40mg in one breath via the GVG is a hefty dose for me but it felt just right on this occasion.
The visual effects were profound to say the least but I found that the clarity imparted by the changa persisted even after the vaporised freebase.Overall it was a most satisfying and rewarding session and has left me psychically rejuvenated.
My past experiences with psilocybin and LSD (quite a few years ago) mean that I am experienced in being in a place where the ego is severely curtailed for hours but the reason I stopped using these was because I began to find the duration of the experiences (more so with the LSD) quite arduous.But the session Ive just described has stimulated my interest in trying DMT via the oral route.
I recall someone describing the experience of vaporised FB vs ayahuasca as being like a journey which differs in its speed; the figures quoted were 500kph with neat FB vs 50kph for the oral route.This sounds highly desirable to me in light of this weekends exploration.My thoughts presently are to extract the harmala alkaloids from caapi vine (as per the fine tek by Gibran2) and using these with the fumarate salt.I wonder if any fellow Nexians could suggest which color of vine I should use-should that be relevant to the type of experience that each provides- and also if using the extracted product avoids the purging which is consequent upon making a the brew in the 'normal' way.
Any other advice which the veterans of ayahuasca can offer would be gratefully received.
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