Citation: notrabssor. "Unconscious Revelations: An Experience with Tabernanthe iboga (root bark) (exp92221)". Erowid.org. Dec 12, 2014. erowid.org/exp/92221
I've had some iboga root bark sitting around for a month or so.
A week ago I chewed and swallowed 1g and experienced a joyful stimulation. There were mild tassels and waves seen behind my eyelids, which would vibrate similar to as they do on MDMA. It's strange, building doses upwards with psychedelics, at low doses you really have no idea what you'll get with a medium one, and with a medium the large...
On Thursday I had planned to eat 5g. Refrained from eating for 24 hours. Powdered it in a coffee grinder, added water until it clumped together nicely then split into 4, ate one quarter by spoon every half an hour. This method worked well... easily swallowed, low contact and optimizes digestibility. I had smoked a couple pipes of cannabis before eating the bark and smoked a joint in between eating the spoonfuls.
The weed might not have been the best idea for me, it tends to amplify physical sensations and this makes me anxious - I'm now keen on developing some sort of technique to conquer this. After I'd finished eating the spoonfuls, the body high was building and I started experiencing 'electric shocks'... psychosomatic feelings which seem related to the strange iboga tracers and the metallic sound effect it adds to everything. The scratchy sound effect is another reason to avoid moving never mind the ataxia. It took a while to find comfort. It had been a while since I'd thought 'what have I done!?' during a trip.
Eventually the CEV started along with a strange narrative voice. The visuals were patterns and essences of objects and things which occasionally become scenarios which were quite meaningless, but some very funny and interesting, immediately forgotten as the impressions of the proceeding one came to me. Quirky things were done with meaning. I felt quite lost, it was like mushrooms, but even stranger.
There was the centre vision and then 'side tab' interfaces all around it which seemed to be various entities all clamouring to be heard and given attention, they would all interact with each other and repeat silly rhymes, nonsensical tunes which went along with the images I was seeing. These would loop occasionally... I felt very OCD... it is hard to tell whether 'I' am saying these things... it can't be surely. I think again, the weed might have made the narrative stranger than it need have been.
Later on, memories seemed to be revealed... there was great emotion but it is all quite vague now. I remember very well that an image was shown to me which I could not quite make out and then it were as if my unconscious went 'NO! YOUR NOT SEEING THAT' this was accompanied by a physical jerk and a vague fear. I thought that some suppressed memory was about to be revealed which would have ripped my conscious mind apart and so a self defence mechanism came on.
This is the problem with medium doses, the sense of self is still there enough to question things and to be quite anxious.
When the visual stage had passed after a few hours. I thought of how I had once seen infinity on Hawaiian baby woodrose, infinity becomes too much after a while. Surfing as an ethereal being endlessly becomes stale. Infinite cycles of everything is really a stale concept. Restricted, embodied, life is heavenly... and I should see the enjoyment side of things more. Among other things I realised that I had fucked with people unconsciously and unnecessarily because of my bad communication skills I guess ... I spent about 4 hours repenting over this, the effect I can have on another person is frightening. Even more frightening is the effect a misunderstanding in communication can have...
I realise now I am not a master of my own psychic contents in daily life... I have been very focused on thought in my daily life and have not given enough attention to feeling - these two things are responsible for much of my inner tensions which I am now wanting to resolve...
I believe that a higher dose, with intention, respect and no cannabis could help resolve some of these tensions... perhaps I can let go enough to see what I could not see last time (if there was anything to be seen!).
The remaining 9 grams will have to wait a while, until I've collected myself at least. Iboga is a strong plant teacher which requires some skill to handle - I've never had such a messy trip.
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