and by the way, I am completely cured from my 10 years adiction to opiates. I feel truly great. I had 150 milligrams of root bark this morning, and I planning to have 100 milligram a day for the next two months. It is a blessing, but we have to treat it right. Because I was getting nice and subtle effects, I thought I could use it like I use cannabis (ok, i thought i could *abuse* it). Not at all. More than half a gram a week for more than 2 weeks is certainly dangerous, even if it doesn't feel like in the first few days
the effect is cumulative, and i read and felt myself that small doses of less than a gram don't do much for the first 3/4 days. But then, after a week, suddenly is like a switch was switched, from grey emotional weather, to full sun dreams at the reach of your hand.
and i feel like stretching my hand and grabbin those dreams. so that's what i'm doing, what i want to do. What else do you want from a drug?
we don't need drugs to imagine our dreams if we got one to actually realise them and bloody fleshy acting them
just recently, iboga made me lost all tolerance to cannabis. I had a huge tolerance to it before. I didn't knew i had lost it. I didn't know. For a long time before that, smoking it didn't give me much of an effect... i had to smoke big spliffs of pure highest grade weed to get a bit of a buzz... because my monster tolerance, i didn't even bother to smoke it anymore, i was consuming it oral everyday about 2 hours before going to bed. THe strongest indica.
Had my normal dose last sunday (i havent had any the day before) I didn't know that iboga had already worked its magic and reseted my receptors, including my endocannabinoid ones. I, so stupidly, had my normal dose before going to bed. My normal massive dose of Cannabutter with milk and honey sent me to heart racing hell.
I drank the canna-milk, went to bed. It's funny. I was supposed to go the day after to meet friends in the capital of the Island, Santa Cruz, to celebrate the massive Indianos Monday Carnival of La Palma; everyone has to go dressed in white, and I solemnly placed my white trousers and shirt on my bed chair, and set the alarm clock
Laid down in bed, and suddenly i started getting the wildest stories to write about... and had the absolute need to write about what happened the day before (saturday) with my anxiety crisis and forgetting to EXHALE sloooowly (inhaling, you can leave it in automatic, the body is much better at inhaling, for some reason... hard to let go our shit, i guess)
that sunday night, half way writing what at the end I posted here today at 15:00, i realised i was having a terrible racing hammer-heart. I managed to more or less finished my story and then i grabbed my coat, my gloves and my hat and went outside. I knew i had to call an ambulance... but it was past midnight, the day after was gonna be the absolute big day in this whole island...
...i live in this small island, we are less than 80 thousand mates living here... we all know each other! i just could not for my life think about spoiling the fun to one of them, one of us.
so i just walked it off while my heart was racing like never before, 140bpm, 280bpm... i got no idea tbh, but it felt like over a thousand beats per f. minute. Some streets i staggered, the weirdest sensations in my chest and heart area, the beats going so fast they start to sound like a continuous beep sound "am i dead?" like a constant note being played with the bones of my own death
but i could keep walking. then, when i reached my favourite part of this village, i started to feel a bit less certain to die... maybe my heartrate went down to just 220/210... i had been there before. I knew i had the heart of a horse... two different doctors had expressed their satisfaction about my heart system. It must mean something, as i didn't die that night.
this area i like so much, this heart of a village, has not street lights. And every 3 or 4 houses, you get an agricultural plot, and more often than not they grow organic... walking that area under the stars, past midnight, when absolutely everyone was sound slept... is something that we humans treasure once we do it
came back home at 2am. Still racing heart, maybe 100 bpm. I decided to stay in the garden with the plants, the cats and the stars
in the sky. I don't know at what time i came back to bed... i think it was 4am... i slept 3 hours and wrote a msg to one of my friends telling him i was not going to the carnival
i'm still using mucuna pruriens everyday too (well, i didn't had any this weekend... to heavy what i was already living) one bean a day mixed with a glass of milk. they go well as long as you don't abuse the iboga or friends
What I meant is that the level of alteration I experienced was tremendously more intense than anything else I've experienced. However it was not frightening at all, except before I took it, I was scared shitless! I can't imagine ibogaine causing psychological damage unless perhaps you had an underlying mental disorder or something. It's completely different from any other psychedelic, it doesn't feel or act even remotely like any classic psychedelic or indeed anything I've ever taken. If you do it I recommend a good portion of the dose be the TA extract as it seems to smooth out the ibogaine HCl and deepen the experience. It felt so nice the whole time, even though it was incredibly intense. In fact for most of it I was unaware I was on ibogaine, I was just voyaging through my subconsciousness in dreams.
