Japazz
Bluelighter
Decded to post this after reading there were no reports solely on Syrian Rue. My experience is unlike any I have read about with comparable doses, and surprised the hell out of me. I was anticipating a mildly visual shamanic experience but was treated to much more...
To prepare the extract I simply pounded the shit outta 2oz of the stuff and boiled it in water with a bit of lemon juice. I reckoned that 15g equivalent extract would be an appropriate dose, having fully explored the beautiful seeds at all of the lower levels with great success. Not wanting to scrape the residual goo that results from boiling all the liquid out of it I filtered it 3 times and deposited the appropriate volume (slightly less then half a cup) into a coffee mug.
Syrian Rue has a taste that really needs to be experienced to be believed; all the stories are true, it is absolutely vile. Diluting it is a futile effort, and the sole way to consume it is to cowboy up and chug. Chase with a bit of tasty anything else and you're set.
Another inevitability of P. Harmala is the nausea. Anti-metics (meclizine, diphenhydramine, ganja etc.) help some, but snarfing seems inevitable. Oh well, just keep your hair outta the way…
Setting: Alone in my house, with an open mind and empty stomach. Everything I may need is at my fingertips.
Come up: +0:00h to +1:20h
+0:25 My first alert decided to manifest itself as a series of rather scary leg twitches. On lower doses I’ve experienced finger twitches after the peak, but nothing like this… starting to wonder if this was a trap.
+0:40 The walk to the bathroom was beyond drunk. My legs are stuttering almost as bad as my speech, and my usual shitty equilibrium is nonexistent.
+0:55 Wow, I’ve never had Syrian Rue move along this fast before! Just broke through into a headspace not only mentally, but visually. My thoughts seem to follow the visual distortions; it is as if I’m in a cube that’s being stretched at opposite corners. Nothing seems right psychedelic wise; it is a totally unique sensation.
+1:20 Near total loss of motor skills, so I stumble to the toilet and pay lip service to the porcelain gods. Oddly enough I see no trace of the harmala yumminess, just some Gatorade... When I collapse back onto my porch floor (plants and fun stuff in there) the sheer intensity sweeps me away as gnat against a tsunami..
Peak: +1:20 - ?
This is nearly of DMT proportions… Everything is covered in sheets of vivid spinning fractals (this resembled furniture covered in, well, sheets, kinda like a classic haunted house), and the ceiling is rushing away from me. The cathartic cleansing minutes earlier seemed to have released a stopper, and the shamanic sensation, coupled with a bizarre sort of dysphoria, is strong enough to induce tears. The room dissolves into countless purple puzzle pieces and fly in a maddening whirlwind seemingly feet from my face. I recognize a piece of Shpongle’s “A New Way to Say Hooray” playing, and the brief fingerhold on reality slows the overhead maelstrom and I manage to focus on a hanging fern.
The curling fronds resemble something I’ve seen before… the sheet fractals from earlier? It has caught me… in, in, in, in, drawn to the endless complexity that is the cellular structure of the foliage. Inside my new green walled home, my consciousness merged with that of the plants. The next few hours were spent floating in the omniscience that is Plant. Reality seemed to strobe from Plant to Normal, and I pulled myself up from the floor into bed, promptly passing out.
Follow Up: The intensity of this experience caught me completely off guard. My lower dose sessions with P. Harmala gave no indication that ego death was in the works. Once I puked, the come up went from probably halfway done to peak in a minute or slightly more. This was too fast, and I simply couldn’t retain much of what happened. I woke up feeling enlightened and kinda pissed that my memory of it was so bad. Oddly enough, I’ve been in a superb mood for the entire two weeks since this experience which more than makes up for any disappointments I have. I have very little desire to repeat this anytime soon at such high a dose, if ever. Perhaps if the puking could be avoided the second half of the come up could be handled. Nothing at all like I had anticipated.
To prepare the extract I simply pounded the shit outta 2oz of the stuff and boiled it in water with a bit of lemon juice. I reckoned that 15g equivalent extract would be an appropriate dose, having fully explored the beautiful seeds at all of the lower levels with great success. Not wanting to scrape the residual goo that results from boiling all the liquid out of it I filtered it 3 times and deposited the appropriate volume (slightly less then half a cup) into a coffee mug.
Syrian Rue has a taste that really needs to be experienced to be believed; all the stories are true, it is absolutely vile. Diluting it is a futile effort, and the sole way to consume it is to cowboy up and chug. Chase with a bit of tasty anything else and you're set.
Another inevitability of P. Harmala is the nausea. Anti-metics (meclizine, diphenhydramine, ganja etc.) help some, but snarfing seems inevitable. Oh well, just keep your hair outta the way…
Setting: Alone in my house, with an open mind and empty stomach. Everything I may need is at my fingertips.
Come up: +0:00h to +1:20h
+0:25 My first alert decided to manifest itself as a series of rather scary leg twitches. On lower doses I’ve experienced finger twitches after the peak, but nothing like this… starting to wonder if this was a trap.
+0:40 The walk to the bathroom was beyond drunk. My legs are stuttering almost as bad as my speech, and my usual shitty equilibrium is nonexistent.
+0:55 Wow, I’ve never had Syrian Rue move along this fast before! Just broke through into a headspace not only mentally, but visually. My thoughts seem to follow the visual distortions; it is as if I’m in a cube that’s being stretched at opposite corners. Nothing seems right psychedelic wise; it is a totally unique sensation.
+1:20 Near total loss of motor skills, so I stumble to the toilet and pay lip service to the porcelain gods. Oddly enough I see no trace of the harmala yumminess, just some Gatorade... When I collapse back onto my porch floor (plants and fun stuff in there) the sheer intensity sweeps me away as gnat against a tsunami..
Peak: +1:20 - ?
This is nearly of DMT proportions… Everything is covered in sheets of vivid spinning fractals (this resembled furniture covered in, well, sheets, kinda like a classic haunted house), and the ceiling is rushing away from me. The cathartic cleansing minutes earlier seemed to have released a stopper, and the shamanic sensation, coupled with a bizarre sort of dysphoria, is strong enough to induce tears. The room dissolves into countless purple puzzle pieces and fly in a maddening whirlwind seemingly feet from my face. I recognize a piece of Shpongle’s “A New Way to Say Hooray” playing, and the brief fingerhold on reality slows the overhead maelstrom and I manage to focus on a hanging fern.
The curling fronds resemble something I’ve seen before… the sheet fractals from earlier? It has caught me… in, in, in, in, drawn to the endless complexity that is the cellular structure of the foliage. Inside my new green walled home, my consciousness merged with that of the plants. The next few hours were spent floating in the omniscience that is Plant. Reality seemed to strobe from Plant to Normal, and I pulled myself up from the floor into bed, promptly passing out.
Follow Up: The intensity of this experience caught me completely off guard. My lower dose sessions with P. Harmala gave no indication that ego death was in the works. Once I puked, the come up went from probably halfway done to peak in a minute or slightly more. This was too fast, and I simply couldn’t retain much of what happened. I woke up feeling enlightened and kinda pissed that my memory of it was so bad. Oddly enough, I’ve been in a superb mood for the entire two weeks since this experience which more than makes up for any disappointments I have. I have very little desire to repeat this anytime soon at such high a dose, if ever. Perhaps if the puking could be avoided the second half of the come up could be handled. Nothing at all like I had anticipated.
