So, endeavors flopped eight times with ayahuasca brews. And only just recently have endeavors succeeded at all. This story requires some backround.

Every time there was made a brew, it was shared. Six times in a row, consuming the same quantity as my mate of the day I go unaffected and remain present to sit over the adventurer gone further. It just goes right through me, comes out the rear looking the same way it went in. So I'll pose this question, any ideas as to why I am resilient in spite of having a good brew?

On to the trip report.

The last two brews I upped the dosages by quite a bit, and it worked out sort of.
Journey 1
I was alone. 5 hours after imbibing and subsequently excreting the brew, it kicks in and I am literally knocked to the floor as my vision unravels and the things I see split into two parts and begin to smile with me. I hear no noise, but the sound of water dropping slowly. Being very much acquainted with losing bodily control due to my world shattering, I quickly put all of my bodily burden and doubt into my cane and walked to a chair.
The ceiling began to form into green fields, morphing and wiggling like a swarm of little glow-worms. Patterns formed in them, like a movie theater: A bolt, A round door, two men, Two fetuses, a bearded man, and a woman holding her arms as though carrying a child. Only now did it come to me that these are the first six signs of the zodiac: Aries, taurus, gemini, cancer, Leo, Virgo.
After that an image of all of my passed away loved ones, all female, faded in and out through a veil. Becoming the image of primal fear that I had longed to groom and make peace with as a rite I had learned that all heroic shamans must complete before their duty may reach the world. The she-creature gyrated and grew snakes for hair. She bore her teeth and faded back into the veil, where I could not see her. She knew I was not afraid of her, and thus had no reason to visit me.
After this, only a period 35 minutes or so, the torrent of the medicine subsided and became lulled. The spirit of Syrian Rue seemed to share my body and we went for a walk. We discussed how my strength is odd, and an illness. How my being unshakable also makes me heartless. That I resemble a disabled child, unable to play with the other children because of his poor equipment. We showed me that I was to venture into the world of the medicine more, and reveal myself as a receptive creature once more( I don't know exactly what he meant by once more).

All in all, the experience was not overwhelming and was weaker than many of my fungi trips. I knew that it would be special medicine for me though.

Journey 2
I imbibed the medicine, and in about four hours I had a very light buzz. No rapid onset as before. I went for a walk and basked in the moonlight. More or less, I had only a very enlightening experience learning about the moon and how being so receptive can lead one to raining fruit down on all others. I learned of the kinship I have above the heart chakra, and the emptiness in myself that is the heart.