Thanks, everyone. I have concluded to share the batch with a friend--partake together, me first, just to feel it out again--and when all is well

, friend may take the extras if interested.
I don't know if I have the guff to meet with this batch alone, again, but a simple hand on the shoulder to ground goes such a long way, and it will be good to know that option is available if I need it.
I think I will feel best if I can kind of put an energy of release into that batch ceremonially, clear myself with the spirit and then make the parting. A "passing of the torch" ritual, so to speak.
--A bit about the bad experience--
What I didn't like about mixing the vine extract with regular changa (full spectrum Mimosa on Caapi leaf) was the feelings of tension in the chest and mental stimulation it produced. With all of my experience with oral Ayahuasca, I have NEVER experienced ANYTHING like this and to such a degree, so that was also alarming. Bear in mind, I am extremely sensitive, and was fully MAO inhibited for probably at least a week straight, microdosing on Caapi tea, prior to this event. I possibly overloaded on harmalas, to boot.
Failure #1: failure of preparation. After the first few inhales of the extract-enhanced batch, I got the feeling that Ayahuasca did NOT want me to take her this way. The first launch was cool, of normal duration, minus feelings of cold, tremors, and nausea--all of which was NORMAL had I taken the vine orally. I should have stopped here.
Failure #2: failure to listen to instruction. I had the distinct feeling that I would never smoke this batch again, something was burning and something was WRONG, but I persisted in smoking. The second launch lasted over three hours. The headspace turned immediately negative, it was a spanking.
Failure #3: failure of preparation. I got the feeling Aya was furious that electronics were still plugged in--I have received EXPLICIT instruction from her in the past not to have any digital music present. Music is normally fine for changa, however, but it seems The Mother wants silence when I meet with purely her. This is otherworldly, BUT, I have done Ayahuasca ceremonies with multiple people where electronics have repeatedly short-circuited, and upon persisting at trying to make them work, doors in the house slammed continuously until I shut everything off. I should have, perhaps, treated this extract-enhanced voyage as a full-blown Ayahuasca ceremony, rather than a changa ceremony. But I didn't.
The experience was nothing visionary. The mood turned ominous, I lit a few candles, ripped all the lights from the wall, and my body grew very hot. There was an alarming tension in my chest and it became difficult to breathe. Tremors intensified.
I felt wired and uneasy, extremely stimulated. I only experienced this once before, early in the days of my experimenting with Ayahuasca, when I overdosed on Mimosa relative to the amount of vine present. This resulted in a restless, constant panic with anxiety. Not even walking would slow my mind. Coupled with the unrelenting tension in my chest, this turned into a huge challenge.
I tried breathing, tried telling myself that at least this was shorter than a full-blown tea ceremony, etc., etc.
This was the first time ever I had to phone someone during a ceremony. My phone line was disconnected.
After an 1-1.5 hours, I finally got a dial tone. I called all of my friends and none of them were available. One girl, I phone three times. She showed me her caller ID the next day, and at the times I called, it listed a different phone number--it showed up on her phone as a guy she was avoiding, and hence, did not answer my calls.
Very very weird and very very scary.
I am all for being psychologically freaked out, allowing my mind to disintegrate, travel to the underworld, etc.--but part of the reason I surrender so easily is because, with Ayahuasca, I KNOW my physical body is safe. This was also a new chemistry experiment (cheers to my chemistry skills...), and I DIDN'T know if I was safe. I DIDN'T know if what was happening in my chest was normal, but it felt GOD AWFUL. The instruction I received was, "WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!" Coupled with idiotic persistence in smoking and bad setup (should have prepared like it was an Aya ceremony), it was a disaster come full circle.
I worked up the guts to smoke alone once since then, and it was not a full breakthrough. This was with the non-enhanced batch that I am going to pass on. I started with microdoses, and worked myself up to a moderate breakthrough, where I felt Goddess hovering above me, and performing energetic calibrations on my body. It was gentle, blissful, loving, good old fashioned changa like I always make it. I tried to smoke it again at another point, but my mind ran amok and kept trying to convince me it was the other batch, even though I KNEW it wasn't, but it's not the kind of mind tricks I want to have to battle while breaking through, all alone (in a house where if I scream, the neighbors WILL hear me).
So, now that I have a new batch that involved no extract, AND cleaned my pipe, my mind cannot play this trick on me. The changa is good. The monkey mind is a ridiculous thing.
Anyway, thanks for letting me share.

That was that!
Oh yeah: SET AND SETTING. ASSUME NOTHING... *especially* with new experiments.

Even what you assume may be okay or respectful could be wrong.
Some things will come easy, some will be a test