I took Ibogaine initially 10 years ago. I nearly died during the treatment, was in and out of my body for four days, went aphasiac the second day. I made it though, stayed cleanish for nearly 3 years. I got deeply involved in the Ibo world, moved to MX to volunteer and work in four different quasi-clinics, did rogue hotel treatments up and down the coast. I wasn't taking care of myself anymore and just absorbing all that energy from peoples treatments - I do think Ibogaine performs an exorcism of sorts. I've been struggling on and off for years now. I did Ibo a couple more times but it didn't work the same and I felt like I was abusing it. I've come to believe that whatever strength Ibogaine gave me the first time around, the profound, symbolic nightmarish visions, it's all still in me and I conjure it when I want, it that makes any sense. I've taken immense amounts of psychedelics, the veil is thin for me. I'm into day 5 off subs and I'm hanging in there, it really does have to do with your headspace. I've been through physical withdrawal so many times it almost has a nostalgic feel, like Christmas morning. Fuck. I'm currently writing a book about my two decades of drug counterculture. I got arrested by the sea when I was 17 with a quarter gram lsd, then going into addiction, Ibogaine, suboxone, just covering my experience, more a narrative nonfiction than a memoir. Alright I got to force myself to go walk now. peace
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