Rat shit, bat shit, dirty old twat
69 assholes tied in a knot
Hurray...lizard shit...FUCK!
This little cheer from the greatest comedian of all time--George Carlin--will come into play during this experience...you'll just have to read and find out.
And here's Swimmy with another Ayahausca report:
"With the past experiences in AYA land, I have been somewhat discouraged...I gave it another go and with VERY positive results. I decided to go all out, no holds barred...19 grams MHRB and 3 grams finely powdered Syrian Rue...when I say finely powdered I mean it had the consistency of flour. I wanted a wild experience and was not going to take any chances. Both were chopped quite well. I filled the cup I was going to use with water and poured it into the pot on the stove...little bit of Lemon juice...then pour in the Rue. It boiled for quite some time until I took it off and strained the seed mush. Once cooled I poured the contents back into my cup and there was now only half the cup to drink...it had to have been the strongest S. Rue tea I had made to date. Very thick and almost brown in color instead of being more of a yellowish color like the past tea's have been. And it tasted about 10x worse than the other ones I had made. Actually it was unbearable. I dilluted it with water to fill up the rest of the half a cup. It wasn't QUITE as bad, so I sipped for a little bit. Eventually after an hour (give or take several minutes) I had given up drinking it when I felt the subtle disorienting effects of the harmaline taking place...things just looked different while remaining the same.
I went to the basement and placed the remainder of the S. Rue tea in the freezer for a later date. I went upstairs and took the 19 grams MHRB off the stove and strained and placed in the fridge. It was soon cooled (it was 12:45 am when I began consuming the tea) and I began sipping...OH MY GOD was it SO HORRIBLE AND SICKENING. I went out side to smoke. I had on head phones and was listening to a very wide variety of music. I listened to several songs sitting outside on the porch. First was a couple Steve Miller songs followed by the Heavy metal of a few OTEP songs and then "Mad world" from Gary Jules. "Alone" from unreleased Alice in Chains..."Come Original" from 311. "People who died" from the Jim Carroll Band. A wide variety and yet they each seemed to belong together.
In the mean time the effects were coming on but slowly...still stronger (much stronger) than the last several experiences. The day had been very hot...100 degrees. The night had been subject to drastic changes...there was a strong wind...a nice cool breezey wind. The wind and the music in the headphones seemed to be in sink feeding off of each other. When the music would build or suddenly get loud...changes in notes...the wind would increase or decrease in strength depending on the specific moment in the songs.
I noticed light trails but I've had better trails before when sober so I didn't give it much of a second thought. I felt like I was floating on the wind...almost flying. I felt so light and yet felt a very strong and still-strengthening physical high...very powerful. Tightening of fingers and toes...chills. Subtle muscle spasms at first that increased as the night wore on. Something was moving through my body...I could feel a separate life force from my own present in my body like possession. But it was a good thing...possibly different personality...maybe I was loosing my mind. I tried to drift up into the wind but gravity was stronger than myself...I wanted to master it....
Mentally I was happy and curious and thrilled and cautious all at once. I was still thinking clearly...things were changing.
Visually things were starting to move...the shadows from the branches of trees cutting the light from the property's night light that gave the only subtle glimpse of that which was not dark. The shadows danced and came to life...Some menacing vibrations. Streaks of green light. Ghosts among the trees. Light blasting up from beneathe the boards of the porch.
I returned inside and stood for a few moments in the kitchen just staring...Something was different but what was it...
I walked with tightened leg muscles over to the couch in the living room and sat down. Something was not working with the television. I kept mashing buttons (all the lights were out and I could hardly see) on the remote and suddenly the face of George Carlin's face appeared on the TV. There was no sound. It was the show "George Carlin on Campus"...But there was no sound. I mashed more buttons and figured out what needed to be done. I then walked over to a mirror...I had the urge to see my image....While gazing thoughtlessly, the mirror begins to crack. I backed away and sat back on the couch. I could now hear Carlin and remembered that he was on the secret stash of Comedy Central. I watched and laughed a lot. (I love George Carlin)...The occaisional cartoon were crazy and wild...I laughed but was somewhat worried that they were going to bounce out of the screen. The commercials came and I nearly had a mentally breakdown because of it...I do not know why, so don't ask but I suddenly felt my mind wanting to cave in because of the commercial interruption.
I looked around the room, and noticed that when I rocked back and forth on the couch the room shrank and expanded. I played with this for a bit...The hallway was growing. The light from the computer's screen saver glowed through the darkness and seemed to be separate from the surrounding world.
"Heres a little cheer for ya:
Rat shit bat shit dirty old twat,
69 assholes tied in a knot..."
Hilarious...just the way he said it for some reason...
"Hurray...lizard shit...FUCK!" I laughed uncontrollably. I was shrinking into myself. Becoming smaller.
For the remainder of the night I would at random times repeat this cheer and would get lost in it...Carlin ended and I waddled back to the bedroom (still repeating the cheer)(occaisionally laughing)...My surroundings were growing to enormous heights while shrank to a tiny figure. I quickly turned out the lights...What of purity...I stripped naked and collapsed into bed. I was cold...chilled. I lay looking at the ceiling which look dangerously close to my face...I could see over-lapped on top of the darkness a moving stenograph design. I waved my hands around in the darkness and could see that my arms and hands were purple and left massive blue trails inside the stenography. I made geographic shapes with the movements of my hands. This is very wild let me tell you...
I feel into a catatonic despair where I just layed there...I don't recall much of it...a flooding of ghosts and spirits in the room that I could not respond to...I was alone though I was surrounded...I heard a whispering voice...not human..."chrissssssss...Chrisssssssss...they're coming and they will get you..." it was a very low voice but I could still make out what was being said. This was not scary though...The physical feeling was euphoric though I was basically paralyzed. I was smiling...surprisingly very euphoric. I saw angels in the stars through the ceiling...Suddenly I broke the silence and said "I come for guidance"...something rolled over my paralyzed body and I could see a blue light at the bottom of a desert Hill in the night. I was at the top of the hill...there were creatures moving around down there...in the blue light. So far away...
I was rolled back over and suddenly was not euphoric anymore as creepy and terrifying thoughts came to mind...There were demons in the room with me...several of them...I could see their shadows moving around quickly. Hearing their sighs. and cries...They had come for me...I slowly regained the ability to move and sat up slowly. I looked around the room and saw that a complete change-over had occured. The demons had left (but for how long?) and the atmosphere had changed entirely. There were still spirits but nothing hostile. I felt that I was supposed to be lying down so I did. I closed my eyes and found myself in enormous caves of psychedelc color changes and eyes and sudden darkness and then back into vast caverns and geodes...The glaring and shimmering of light broken by the crystals and the painted rock walls with all the primary colors of the rainbow. Eyes randomly bursting from the walls....it was so beautiful...my words here don't even describe the real awesome beauty of what was happening...words just simply cannot explain in full what I was experiencing in these caves...the Caves of Life...Caves of the Watchers...
"HURRAY!...LIZARD SHIT!...FUCK!!!!!!!!!"
there was a horizon appearing like the sun was coming up into blue-green light. Singing of the northern lights above me....I could feel that the effects were weakening but I still seemed so tiny in a world so big and huge...everything in the bedroom felt so far away.
I thought the effects were working there way out....I was then placed into a raft in the ocean night under a full moon...the water was glimmering...I was drifting into nowhere...lost at sea...Going everywhere and nowhere all at once...
Suddenly it was like the effects had fallen off a cliff and had been killed. I was feeling the physical high though it was deminishing rapidly. but visual effect had dropped to nearly nothing and mental status was basically at baseline. I rolled over and woke up there the next morning...this morning...every morning. It was over
I'd also like to note that I had not one feeling of nausea the entire time. I gagged when drinking the nasty teas but once the liquid was down and the taste fading, I felt no sickness...not one bit. Happy about that..."
So there you have it from Swimmy...thanks for reading...hope you enjoyed...heres Tom with the Weather!
69 assholes tied in a knot
Hurray...lizard shit...FUCK!
This little cheer from the greatest comedian of all time--George Carlin--will come into play during this experience...you'll just have to read and find out.
And here's Swimmy with another Ayahausca report:
"With the past experiences in AYA land, I have been somewhat discouraged...I gave it another go and with VERY positive results. I decided to go all out, no holds barred...19 grams MHRB and 3 grams finely powdered Syrian Rue...when I say finely powdered I mean it had the consistency of flour. I wanted a wild experience and was not going to take any chances. Both were chopped quite well. I filled the cup I was going to use with water and poured it into the pot on the stove...little bit of Lemon juice...then pour in the Rue. It boiled for quite some time until I took it off and strained the seed mush. Once cooled I poured the contents back into my cup and there was now only half the cup to drink...it had to have been the strongest S. Rue tea I had made to date. Very thick and almost brown in color instead of being more of a yellowish color like the past tea's have been. And it tasted about 10x worse than the other ones I had made. Actually it was unbearable. I dilluted it with water to fill up the rest of the half a cup. It wasn't QUITE as bad, so I sipped for a little bit. Eventually after an hour (give or take several minutes) I had given up drinking it when I felt the subtle disorienting effects of the harmaline taking place...things just looked different while remaining the same.
I went to the basement and placed the remainder of the S. Rue tea in the freezer for a later date. I went upstairs and took the 19 grams MHRB off the stove and strained and placed in the fridge. It was soon cooled (it was 12:45 am when I began consuming the tea) and I began sipping...OH MY GOD was it SO HORRIBLE AND SICKENING. I went out side to smoke. I had on head phones and was listening to a very wide variety of music. I listened to several songs sitting outside on the porch. First was a couple Steve Miller songs followed by the Heavy metal of a few OTEP songs and then "Mad world" from Gary Jules. "Alone" from unreleased Alice in Chains..."Come Original" from 311. "People who died" from the Jim Carroll Band. A wide variety and yet they each seemed to belong together.
In the mean time the effects were coming on but slowly...still stronger (much stronger) than the last several experiences. The day had been very hot...100 degrees. The night had been subject to drastic changes...there was a strong wind...a nice cool breezey wind. The wind and the music in the headphones seemed to be in sink feeding off of each other. When the music would build or suddenly get loud...changes in notes...the wind would increase or decrease in strength depending on the specific moment in the songs.
I noticed light trails but I've had better trails before when sober so I didn't give it much of a second thought. I felt like I was floating on the wind...almost flying. I felt so light and yet felt a very strong and still-strengthening physical high...very powerful. Tightening of fingers and toes...chills. Subtle muscle spasms at first that increased as the night wore on. Something was moving through my body...I could feel a separate life force from my own present in my body like possession. But it was a good thing...possibly different personality...maybe I was loosing my mind. I tried to drift up into the wind but gravity was stronger than myself...I wanted to master it....
Mentally I was happy and curious and thrilled and cautious all at once. I was still thinking clearly...things were changing.
Visually things were starting to move...the shadows from the branches of trees cutting the light from the property's night light that gave the only subtle glimpse of that which was not dark. The shadows danced and came to life...Some menacing vibrations. Streaks of green light. Ghosts among the trees. Light blasting up from beneathe the boards of the porch.
I returned inside and stood for a few moments in the kitchen just staring...Something was different but what was it...
I walked with tightened leg muscles over to the couch in the living room and sat down. Something was not working with the television. I kept mashing buttons (all the lights were out and I could hardly see) on the remote and suddenly the face of George Carlin's face appeared on the TV. There was no sound. It was the show "George Carlin on Campus"...But there was no sound. I mashed more buttons and figured out what needed to be done. I then walked over to a mirror...I had the urge to see my image....While gazing thoughtlessly, the mirror begins to crack. I backed away and sat back on the couch. I could now hear Carlin and remembered that he was on the secret stash of Comedy Central. I watched and laughed a lot. (I love George Carlin)...The occaisional cartoon were crazy and wild...I laughed but was somewhat worried that they were going to bounce out of the screen. The commercials came and I nearly had a mentally breakdown because of it...I do not know why, so don't ask but I suddenly felt my mind wanting to cave in because of the commercial interruption.
I looked around the room, and noticed that when I rocked back and forth on the couch the room shrank and expanded. I played with this for a bit...The hallway was growing. The light from the computer's screen saver glowed through the darkness and seemed to be separate from the surrounding world.
"Heres a little cheer for ya:
Rat shit bat shit dirty old twat,
69 assholes tied in a knot..."
Hilarious...just the way he said it for some reason...
"Hurray...lizard shit...FUCK!" I laughed uncontrollably. I was shrinking into myself. Becoming smaller.
For the remainder of the night I would at random times repeat this cheer and would get lost in it...Carlin ended and I waddled back to the bedroom (still repeating the cheer)(occaisionally laughing)...My surroundings were growing to enormous heights while shrank to a tiny figure. I quickly turned out the lights...What of purity...I stripped naked and collapsed into bed. I was cold...chilled. I lay looking at the ceiling which look dangerously close to my face...I could see over-lapped on top of the darkness a moving stenograph design. I waved my hands around in the darkness and could see that my arms and hands were purple and left massive blue trails inside the stenography. I made geographic shapes with the movements of my hands. This is very wild let me tell you...
I feel into a catatonic despair where I just layed there...I don't recall much of it...a flooding of ghosts and spirits in the room that I could not respond to...I was alone though I was surrounded...I heard a whispering voice...not human..."chrissssssss...Chrisssssssss...they're coming and they will get you..." it was a very low voice but I could still make out what was being said. This was not scary though...The physical feeling was euphoric though I was basically paralyzed. I was smiling...surprisingly very euphoric. I saw angels in the stars through the ceiling...Suddenly I broke the silence and said "I come for guidance"...something rolled over my paralyzed body and I could see a blue light at the bottom of a desert Hill in the night. I was at the top of the hill...there were creatures moving around down there...in the blue light. So far away...
I was rolled back over and suddenly was not euphoric anymore as creepy and terrifying thoughts came to mind...There were demons in the room with me...several of them...I could see their shadows moving around quickly. Hearing their sighs. and cries...They had come for me...I slowly regained the ability to move and sat up slowly. I looked around the room and saw that a complete change-over had occured. The demons had left (but for how long?) and the atmosphere had changed entirely. There were still spirits but nothing hostile. I felt that I was supposed to be lying down so I did. I closed my eyes and found myself in enormous caves of psychedelc color changes and eyes and sudden darkness and then back into vast caverns and geodes...The glaring and shimmering of light broken by the crystals and the painted rock walls with all the primary colors of the rainbow. Eyes randomly bursting from the walls....it was so beautiful...my words here don't even describe the real awesome beauty of what was happening...words just simply cannot explain in full what I was experiencing in these caves...the Caves of Life...Caves of the Watchers...
"HURRAY!...LIZARD SHIT!...FUCK!!!!!!!!!"
there was a horizon appearing like the sun was coming up into blue-green light. Singing of the northern lights above me....I could feel that the effects were weakening but I still seemed so tiny in a world so big and huge...everything in the bedroom felt so far away.
I thought the effects were working there way out....I was then placed into a raft in the ocean night under a full moon...the water was glimmering...I was drifting into nowhere...lost at sea...Going everywhere and nowhere all at once...
Suddenly it was like the effects had fallen off a cliff and had been killed. I was feeling the physical high though it was deminishing rapidly. but visual effect had dropped to nearly nothing and mental status was basically at baseline. I rolled over and woke up there the next morning...this morning...every morning. It was over
I'd also like to note that I had not one feeling of nausea the entire time. I gagged when drinking the nasty teas but once the liquid was down and the taste fading, I felt no sickness...not one bit. Happy about that..."
So there you have it from Swimmy...thanks for reading...hope you enjoyed...heres Tom with the Weather!
