Well after a while of dabbling with smoking DMT and seeing that it didnt offer what I was looking for I started to buck up and accept working with purging as a part of experiencing these medicines.

I consulted kikker as to the ingestion method and the toad suggested the no-brew method.
Much to my surprise this worked out very well and I would definitely do it again.

I ground up 3.3 grams of syrian rue in a peppercorn grinder (a nice one with good leverage... good luck with a simpler type) and mixed it in orange juice and drank it all easy peasy.

I mixed as well as possible 10 grams of acacia bark with orange juice and started drinking some time after. I couldn't finish the whole glass. I drank about half of it and felt comfortable at that level nausea wise, that i could hold it in. I felt if i tried to drink anymore I might not hold it.

I played this on the come-up.

This was very soothing and really set the tone, the music at some point began phasing into the strange 'neener neener' sounds of DMT and so I knew all this nausea would be worth it.

When the nausea got more intense I also felt that my heart was becoming stronger while at the same time my capacity to expand out of my body was increased.

I listened. To myself, to the process, to the thunder and rain outside, i smelled the sage burning and i stayed sincere with myself. Holding the indigestible matter in, allowing it to absorb fears and misplaced feelings and unconscious and unnecessary reactions towards innocent stimuli and people who are trying as well as I am to love. Knowing that, as a warrior, I will accept the purge when it is ready. Being grateful as it comes and vomiting with gratitude.

Momentarily beholding what I have spewn and seeing the beauty of it as a child-like simple soul who is the sacred and profane material by which god slips in and out of this world; thank you.

The music had ended by then, I was left with the sound of rain and birds out of my window. I was left with DMT... coursing through my blood and brain. Closing my eyes in joy to see that this substance loves to be. I am purged, whats left is grateful and is on standby to be purged itself in due time. The rain was coming through the window and I (after putting a towel down) sat in it. Such a wonderful experience.


Such a simple preparation and such a simple joy.

Next time I will go with 6 grams of Acacia and drink all of that. I cant help but feel that I wasted too much ACRB and Orange juice this time.