Sir Ron Pib
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It took a while to realise how much had changed after my Ibogaine trip, even though what I hoped from it had been clearly accomplished. I still had some left so I decide to finish it. The first time had been a staggered dose with mainly the pure hydrochloride (HCL) this time the dose was the TA (total alkaloid extract) which is said to be of greater duration and much harsher on the system, with a somewhat more complex effect. I also used a single dose and I was rather more struck by it than I had imagined.
I start at the sight of what looks like a group of ghosts flying out of the tree behind our property, but realise it’s actually headlights caught in the branches.
Soon the ibogaine starts hitting pretty hard and I put on the Bwiti music and lay back. Again for the life of me I can’t recall the order of what’s going on, F and one or another of our pets pass through the room several times but nowhere near as often as I feel they are there, or other presences and I hear voices over the music.
There are waves of queasiness and I start to be sick with familiar force.
I’m looking at phosphenes and they start to form into the shape of the Bwiti dancing towards me.
The music seems much more profound, at points it seems I’m almost amongst the players and community; I see my bare feet stamping in time in the African dirt.
Again and again the red carpet from my first trip appears, often in great detail; at one point I am upside down analysing it and again stripped cats appear.
At some point I have the intuition that the magic carpet and even the cat is a guise of the hidden god and briefly look upon that face.
I know I see some amazing things but feel really out of it and some is lost to memory.
When I start to wretch and hurl again I can’t believe what’s in the bucket; I seem to have regurgitated some alien aquatic life forms which squirm and breathe before me; things about me smear and the rooms spinning in a horrible fashion
With the single dose the visionary phase wears off rather quicker and I am left lying there hour after hour with bad stomach pains and general malaise; the TA seems somewhat more stimulating than the HCL, as well as being overall rather rougher. There are moments of introspection where the iboga makes some issue simply and obviously clear, but mostly I don’t remember much of this period.
The morning comes; I’m not in a very good state. The whole day I feel terrible, burnt out with a cracking headache, vertigo and a general feeling of having been poisoned and only a sort of disassociated lethargy offering any relief. Every attempt at rehydrating with a range of liquids ends the same way; within twenty minutes another heavy bout of dry heaving and vomiting. I’ve been being sick on and off for a period of seventeen hours.
The whole next day I am still prone and totally wiped out; finally that night I manage to overcome Ibogaine’s anti-sustenance effects and eat a decent meal, even enjoying it before sleeping well that night and waking rejuvenated.
I start at the sight of what looks like a group of ghosts flying out of the tree behind our property, but realise it’s actually headlights caught in the branches.
Soon the ibogaine starts hitting pretty hard and I put on the Bwiti music and lay back. Again for the life of me I can’t recall the order of what’s going on, F and one or another of our pets pass through the room several times but nowhere near as often as I feel they are there, or other presences and I hear voices over the music.
There are waves of queasiness and I start to be sick with familiar force.
I’m looking at phosphenes and they start to form into the shape of the Bwiti dancing towards me.
The music seems much more profound, at points it seems I’m almost amongst the players and community; I see my bare feet stamping in time in the African dirt.
Again and again the red carpet from my first trip appears, often in great detail; at one point I am upside down analysing it and again stripped cats appear.
At some point I have the intuition that the magic carpet and even the cat is a guise of the hidden god and briefly look upon that face.
I know I see some amazing things but feel really out of it and some is lost to memory.
When I start to wretch and hurl again I can’t believe what’s in the bucket; I seem to have regurgitated some alien aquatic life forms which squirm and breathe before me; things about me smear and the rooms spinning in a horrible fashion
With the single dose the visionary phase wears off rather quicker and I am left lying there hour after hour with bad stomach pains and general malaise; the TA seems somewhat more stimulating than the HCL, as well as being overall rather rougher. There are moments of introspection where the iboga makes some issue simply and obviously clear, but mostly I don’t remember much of this period.
The morning comes; I’m not in a very good state. The whole day I feel terrible, burnt out with a cracking headache, vertigo and a general feeling of having been poisoned and only a sort of disassociated lethargy offering any relief. Every attempt at rehydrating with a range of liquids ends the same way; within twenty minutes another heavy bout of dry heaving and vomiting. I’ve been being sick on and off for a period of seventeen hours.
The whole next day I am still prone and totally wiped out; finally that night I manage to overcome Ibogaine’s anti-sustenance effects and eat a decent meal, even enjoying it before sleeping well that night and waking rejuvenated.
