Preface
Where to begin? This was a rough introduction to psychedelics, and the experience was not entirely pleasurable. That's not to say that it wasn't immensely rewarding and refreshing though. I am not a frequent writer, and when I do post here I tend to be very concise, but I will attempt to flesh this report out to the best of my abilities.
Dosage: Approx 5 grams of Mimosa each 3.2 grams Syrian Rue, crushed but not powdered. He dosed 3 grams.
So we knock back our Rue doses with some water. My best friend attempted to chew it up to make sure he absorbed it efficiently, he failed miserably and resigned himself to simply swallowing it. 'That was possibly the worst thing I've ever tasted', I laughed because he had no idea what he was in for with the Mimosa...
Now the first time I had tripped, I did so without anyone around. Luckily, I was a bit of a numbskull and hadn't realised that you can't just swallow the Harmala seeds whole. My first trip was not particularly strong as a result, and I found out that I should have been very grateful to have not properly tripped without company. My companion kept me grounded during the most intense parts of this experience, and it would have been immeasurably more difficult alone.
All in all, I had prepared 15 grams of Mimosa brew. I had initially planned to dose 10 grams rather than 5, however I had forgotten that his dose was in the freezer and we were pressed for time. I thought it unfortunate at the time that I would be dosing lower than intended, but I now realise that this was lucky as hell. This drug is a tough mistress, and it is not a beginner psych. On that point, I find the intensity of the experience puzzling. 5 grams is not said to be a very large MHRB dose is it? Perhaps this is an exceptional batch, or I am just a lightweight! 
The Beginning, T - Roughly 12:00 Midday
After 30 minutes we begin the arduous task of drinking my root bark concoction. I tell him to hold his nose, which turns out to be pretty good advice. But nothing can really prepare you for that moment when the taste hits your tongue, yuck!
He finishes his drink first, and I follow soon afterwards. Quite suddenly it dawns on me that we are without a sick bowl, so I quickly fetch one before I am immobilised by the trip.
15 minutes pass as we compile our playlist for the day. Our main accompaniment was to be Boards of Canada, a duo which I had finally turned my friend onto after raving about them for a year. We choose 'The Campfire Headphase', not their best work but hey, you can't really go wrong with these guys. This ended up being our guide for the peak of the trip. The rest of our music was composed of recommendations by Shroomery members.
And then it comes. Not the trip itself, but a quick, deliberate movement from my companion as he lunges for the sick bowl and empties his stomach violently. We found by the end that this cut the intensity of his trip by about half. Nevertheless he enjoyed the experience thoroughly, against the odds really, as I was to give off some pretty bad vibes during my trip.
Time: Roughly 1pm
Our trips kick in at roughly the same time. He turns out to be a far more visual thinker however, my visuals would come later and be less intense. The head-space is the main aspect for me. Anyway, he begins to describe shimmering patterns on my wall, with a lot of breathing too. He could manipulate this deliberately, which I was astonished to hear.
I start to get the trippiness which I had encountered on my first attempt, but it was subtle and I was starting to worry, foolishly, that mine was to be a mild experience.
It was time for me to vomit, and I knew it. So leaning over the bowl I urge it to come. It does, enthusiastically. The fowl, acidic mixture came so forcefully that it exited mouth and nostril. It was relentless, and I spewed for a good couple of minutes (this was confirmed by my clock).
Finally, it let up. 'Oh god', I splutter as I survey the damage, 'It's everywhere!' And it was, I had half overshot it in my delirium and had covered a good part of my floor in acrid gunk.
But this was to become secondary, as I got back up onto my bed, it hit me hard. A body high so intense that it was overwhelming, my whole vision coloured and warping. Time became meaningless at this point.
I blacked out at some point, and I came to. I had extreme mind-fuck, and my friend was concerned that something had gone wrong because I was not responding for an indeterminate amount of time. This was a true blackout, I've no memory of going into it, only entering awareness again with a blank hole in my memory.
As I said before, my trip was not particularly visual, and for most of the experience I would only perceive intense, changing colour in front of my vision. The colours did have different moods associated with them, red being angry, cream being mellow etc.
My thoughts were rapid and chaotic, my body-high being immense and overpowering. It is hard to describe the state I was in for most of the trip, but it was somewhat like MDMA only it felt real and pure, it had a burning, blinding intensity. It was not pleasant, it came in waves along with the mind-fuck. My perception of heat was all over the place, and I had at one moment to remove my shirt and the next to wrap up in my dressing-gown. I alternated between hot and cold rapidly, and my urge for one or the other became more and more extreme. I jumped into the bath and ran cold water, fully clothed. My thirst was great and I drank water, only to throw it up again immediately. I did so repeatedly. My body was demanding so many conflicting, rapidly alternating things of me.
As I peaked everything was completely senseless, I stood in my kitchen, the afternoon sun flooding the room with light as my companion lay in my room. I could hear the music emanating from my bedroom, and it took me over. I writhed on the floor as it filled my mind. It was pure ecstasy and pure hell, pure fear and pure happiness.
The peak of the peak leaves me, and I seize the momentary sanity to go back to my room and my companion. I think about so many things, how I don't appreciate my father enough, how I waste all my potential because I'm lazy, how lucky I am to have a best friend who cares about me. I hug him and tell him how much I love him, and I really mean it. This wasn't the bullshit empathy of MDMA but a real, logical empathy which has stayed with me until this moment, even if I find it hard to express it.
Boards of Canada have been hypnotising me for some time now, and I finally understand why they believe music is mind control. They know how to bring a person to some very dark places.
The comedown finally begins and it's blissful, all I can think about is how much I look forward to life, to waking up the next day knowing that I can do anything if I put my mind to it. About 2 and a half hours have passed but of course it feels like so much longer. I begin conversing with my friend about all manner of topics, and I really enjoy his company.
There are a few other points I could mention but they are too personal to write about I think, but suffice to say they were issues which I have begun the process of coming to terms with.
Eventually my friend leaves, and he hugs me again before he does so. The afterglow lasts the rest of the night, and I now feel back to baseline. Despite the fact that the afterglow has left me, I plan to take as much as I can from what happened and put it into practise.
I may add more to this at some point, but for now I think this is all I can write for you guys. I am still processing what took place, and unfortunately it is difficult to store and recall information during trips, so I have to get as much as I can down in writing now before I loose it 
Thanks for reading, and if you guys have any suggestions on which psychedelics to take next, or how I could change my usage of DMT to make future experiences more pleasurable, then I urge you to impart your wisdom
-------------------- "The issue is not whether people are 'good enough' for a particular type of society; rather it is a matter of developing the kind of social institutions that are most conducive to expanding the potentialities we have for intelligence, grace, sociability and freedom." - Paul Goodman (1964)
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Thank you for sharing your recent mimosahuasca experience. Sounds a lot like my first journeys with ayahuasca.
It seems you had a rough, yet healing experience. These may be the more important experiences. It seems you extracted some important information and came to certain realisations on which to better yourself. I would suggest not asking what psychedelics to take next, but spend more time with ayahuasca and its analogues. It is about the journey not the destination. I recommend silence as music can keep you grounded, and the different types of information presented, its coming from you, per se, instead of an external input. That being said, the right types of music can make the experience absolutely beautiful. Sorry i didn't post on your music thread sooner, but I recommend entheogenic's self titled album, which was inspired by the ayahuasca experience. There are a few others I could recommend if you are interested.
I ask you to continue working with mimosahuasca. Love him or hate him, terence mckenna might have been right when he said you have to deal with your personal stuff before it all gets better. And it will.
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