Okay so the package arrived yesterday.  I was a little disappointed in my town's postal system, lol.

The operation was a  total success.  Time for the report:

I began by soaking 1 1/2 teaspoons of P. Harmala in warm water.  The water quickly gained a brown tinge.  I'm not sure that P. Harmala has CGs, but with all the reports of nausea I wouldn't totally rule it out as part of the cause.  I removed the P. Harmala from the water by use of a colander, and placed it in a paper towel to dry.  After it became sufficiently dry I placed it in the coffee grinder and gave it a few good shakes.  I scraped the somewhat moist seed flower into about 4 cups of water boiling at a low temperature.  As the stuff in the grinder dried I was able to get the remaining residue into the pot.

I added a fair amount of ginger and mint, and allowed it to boil for about 20 minutes, until I was left with about 1 1/2 cups of liquid.  I strained the liquid with the colander, and poured it into a glass.  This is where I started doing things that were kind of stupid.  I added a splash of OJ to sweeten it, *acidity*.  The stuff really didn't taste bad, just irregular, and I consciously programmed myself to enjoy it.  I drank it over the course of the next half hour, accompanied by a joint mixed with a small quantity of sinicuichi.

I began feeling very high, but it felt different, slightly psychedelic possibly.  Now for the fun stuff!

I got out my Hawaiian Baby Wood Rose seeds, and observed the fuzzy brown coating.  I placed them in just enough warm water to cover them.  After soaking for a few moments the fuzzy seed coating became very soluble in the water, and no longer adhered tightly to the seeds.  I was able with my fingers to "push" off the coating, and it left a floating white material in the water, which very slowly dissolved.  After removing the seed coats from 9 seeds, I dried them, and placed them on my cutting board for further prep.  I scraped the dark skin off of the seed to the best of my ability, till I was satisfied that what I had left was all of the good stuff, and no harmful quantity of the bad stuff.  It's interesting to note, that even though some of the steps I've taken might not have helped a damn thing, it's the ritual that counts for increasing your chances of having a grand old time, problem free.

I ground the seeds with a tablet of glucose, and 2000mg of vitamin c.  Big mistake here folks.  2000 MG is way too much citric acid.  This whole time I had another bit of tea boiling away with mint and ginger, and before grinding the seeds I had taken it off the burner to allow it to cool.  After the seeds were ground up, and the water cooled significantly, I placed the mixture into the water, and stirred it up for about 10 minutes.  I then put it into the glass, mint, ginger, seed material and all, and drank it, eating the bits of seed material as well.

The quantitative data:

Dosage:
1 1/2 teaspoons P. Harmala in tea
1/2 a joint mixed with Sinicuichi
9 skinned Hawaiian Baby Wood Rose seeds

[T -1:00]
Drank P. Harmala tea

[T -0:30]
Smoked half a jay with Sinicuichi.  Gradually feel more and more out there, but not tripping yet.

[T 0:00]
Drank HBWR tea.  Tasted good believe it or not... Glucose and citric acid yum yum!  I went to my room, and sat down and talked to a friend of mine for a while.
[T +0:15]
I Began to feel very much like I had just taken a strong dosage of MDMA.  Very strong feeling of a need for socialization.  I could relax and meditate and be all to myself, but at the moment I wanted to talk.  I began noticing interesting things about myself, the computer is a calming mechanism for me.  I didn't really like that, I felt it was a crutch, I wanted to talk to people, why should I have to do it in this silicon prison?

[T +0:45]
I went to lay down, feeling bloated, too much water!  I lay in my bed meditating, euphoric states came and went, the more euphoric I was, the less I felt bloated.

[T +1:00]
Really getting into it now, but still not much stronger than a heavy dosage of MDMA.  Heartburn begins to rise (too much acid? I think so!).  I'd like to note here that I never once felt nauseated up to this point, and for the most part I didn't all night.

[T +1:30]
I was talking to my friend at this point, but also wandering about my room.  I wanted to meditate but laying down made the heartburn unbearable.  When I did lay down, I thought I'd puke, I wasn't nauseous though, and that's key.  I simply wanted to puke, partially because I'd start tripping very hard when I felt the heartburn.  At this point I returned to the computer and talk to my friend, I was saying some great stuff too .

Quote:

that's why psychedelics are good... they avoid all the formalities of ethics and morals, and just let you get to the bottom of things"

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This particular line made me feel very good.  I realized that this proof was solid enough for me to have faith in my off-beat choice as being a psychedelic researcher for therapeutic purposes.  Profound and comforting stuff.

[T +2:15]
This is where things started getting hairy.  I felt that the heartburn was too intense, as I kept laying down.  Time dilation really started hitting me like a brick.  This was the intermission of the first wave.  I got up to the bathroom, and sobered up 100% for about 10 seconds.  I got to the bathroom and felt a little stoned.  I kneeled in front of the porcelain goddess and said to myself, "Enough is enough, I'm getting rid of this bloating."  (At first I thought the bloating was what was bothering me, and that vomiting would help, it was not till I finally came down that I remembered noticing heartburn early on, most likely due to the Vitamin-C/water mixture)

I kneeled and thought, somewhat sober-minded.  I thought I could end it all, or I could continue tripping, but vomiting in either case would help.  At this point I began to acquire some paranoia... I didn't want to be too loud.  I didn't want my roommate to hear me purging, he would probably tell me I was an idiot for taking the shit, and that I was gonna die or some thing you just don't say to someone in my state.  I thought again about how purging tends to bring on the next wave, and I liked that idea, but felt I could stop it from happening had I wanted to.  So I decided to purge, beginning to worry if I would wake up my neighbors.  (We actually have very thick walls, and I do know that unless you fall into one, no one can really hear each other)

Purging helped at first, I felt refreshed, cleansed.  But I went to brush my teeth, I didn't want that nasty taste in my mouth... I smelled the tooth paste... And ran back to the toilet, noticing how dirty it was, thinking I did that (I really didn't our toilet is teh NAST right now).  I tried to purge but could barely get a drip going because I was so overly concerned about noise level.  Finally, I returned to the sink, brushed my teeth, and felt a lot better.

I exited the bathroom and noticed the stove was on with a pot on it, it was extremely bright.  I knocked on my roommate's door, and asked him if he was cooking something... He didn't really even realize I was tripping.

It's interesting to notice that I didn't really have profound visuals, but the world was quite different visually.  I'm sure the pros know what I mean, but for the n00bies I'll give the example of how it was looking in the mirror.  On mushrooms I see myself and everything clearly, but my face always looks strange.  On this stuff, I looked in the mirror, and was in the mirror, I had a brief OBE when I went to brush my teeth, utterly breathtaking.

[T +2:20]
I got back to my computer  and told my friend I wretched, but that I feel better now, and that this stuff was great, and that I was glad it worked so well!  We chatted for about 10 minutes.  I went to pee, returned, and started to wonder if I actually did... I do this a lot on psychedelics... I also find it embarrasing, and didn't want to disturb my roommate at all still... This made me kind of upset, as I started repeatedly going to the bathroom, being a little loud (but not dangerously), and then returning to bed, feeling heartburn.

The concern changed from peeing to purging, but I didn't want to again, I didn't want to be loud.  I began to realize eventually, instead of purging, that I just wanted to get a drink to stop the cotton mouth.  I went to get a drink and chose water.  I began to take small sips, and it helped, but the cotton mouth quickly returned.  I drank a great deal of water which made my heartburn act up.  I did the bathroom routine again shortly after this.  This all could have been alleviated had I realized that my roommate had no clue I was tripping yet, and that even if I did disturb him, he most likely would not mind.  I mainly cared about him thinking I was sick or hurt, and being called stupid by him.

[T +2:45]
I accepted that it was okay to talk to my roommate, and decided to try and let him know that I was sick but okay.  A wave of paranoia overcame, and I thought about stupid things I've done that could have attracted attention, although logical sober thinking would indicate to me that these are minor things.  I suddenly felt like the few websites I went on while in the throw of the last wave.  This is the beginning of the true onset of the second wave.  As I told my roommate over aim I was sick, a window popped up because a program erroneously terminated.  I thought it was a popup and closed it safely to avoid problems.  But I thought I could have definitely messed up before.  I got very scared.  I thought the cops could come any second.  I thought I had been too loud and that would be the catalyst.

I told my roommate how stupid I had been, how stupid it was for me to trip, etc. etc.  All the wrong stuff to talk about.  Suddenly after releasing that burden, I was profoundly euphoric.  I wanted to tell my roommate something cool, but I still had a tad of paranoia.  I got to his room, I might have said what I wanted, but I suddenly got really paranoid.  My roommate responded actually very well, he told me I was just being paranoid, we bullshitted for a little bit, but I kept thinking about thing... I wondered if it was bad that the lights were on and the blinds were open when it was after 2:30 AM.  He asked me how it was different from any night... I sensed the turn for hostility in his voice (he gets bored and frustrated sometimes with "obstacles").

I told him it was different tonight because I was tripping and didn't want people to see me doing anything stupid.  I really was well collected at that point though surprisingly.  The conversation swung away from that, now onto how I should choose a new major, and all that.  I began to feel lonely, and like I needed to return home to NJ and be with my family.  Instead I found a replacement, staying here, keeping my friends, and working on computers.  We talked about game ideas, Microsoft's cunning ways of keeping people on their platform...  I really began to come down from my second wave quite quickly.

Eventually I told him I was gonna go lay down for a bit.  Laying down made me feel the heartburn again, and I panicked, hitting wave #3.  I felt I could be in trouble, that I could die from purging in my sleep and inhaling it; I was even just worried about purging in my room, and felt my initial plan of having a bucket for it was dirty and bad.  All the talking my roommate did to try and convince me to do things, made me not want to purge.  He had a good idea, eat some bread, absorb the acid.  I felt that food would make me nauseous, so I said no and he didn't let it drop.  Milk would have helped, but I couldn't drink milk AND stop the cotton mouth.  I just wanted little sips of milk because I felt I couldn't fit anything in my stomach.  I wish I just drank a bunch of milk and dealt with the cotton mouth, would have had less of a bad trip.

I went to talk to my roommate again, and layed on the floor while just bullshitting.  I started to feel much better, but I felt the heartburn again, and told my roommate I might vomit.  Asked me if I wanted to and I really didn't so eventually I arrived at no, and he told me then don't, and went back to playing his game.  I'd go through it all with him over and over, I'm sure it was quite annoying.  I really just wanted to go lay down but didn't want to tell him that I thought I COULD purge, and inhale it in my sleep or something.  I eventually did, and got him to understand it was just precautionary.

[T+ 3:30]
I did a lot of taking on his personality traits in my trip, I logically have attributed this to the fact that I have been wanting to move away for more than just to go to community college up in Washington if you know what I mean.  I'll get back to that.

I returned to his room for a second, said something, said goodnight again, and returned to my room.  I wanted to close the door but didn't want to because I didn't want him to be unable to ascertain my safety.

I returned to his room finally with my blanket and pillow, and asked him if I could lay down and watch him play games.  This part was great, I wasn't really even watching him play the game, just saw a few colors on the screen where it wasn't blocked by his arm.  I finally attained a lasting euphoria, but felt that I needed to stay until I didn't feel "sick" anymore, so it wouldn't go away!  I stayed there until 5:30, and then returned to my room for good.  I lay in my bed, as the sun rose, and looked in my mirror.  I could see my whole body, and it was amazing.  But I could never manage to see it, and then meditate, I was too mentally distracted at this point.
[T +5:30]
We'll call this the revelations part, what a lot of people also call the rebirth.  This was the end of the part most people call Death, it's a bad trip, and it's very very useful IMHO.  This last part was spent looking into the mirror, and seeing the reflected world, and enjoying it, while my mind raced about all the things I had realized on the trip.  This drug seems to have GREAT integration of experiences.  You don't really forget very much, or maybe rather you can remember things after you come out of the peak.  FYI I'd consider myself having peaked for about 5 hours, AMAZING.

[T+ 8:00]
I finally could say that I came down at this point.  I was stricken with a good case of insomnia, and laid in bed for about 8 hours, phasing in and out of alertness.  No real sleep though.  I had to go to work today at 6 PM so I really didn't have time to sleep at that point, and decided to start waking up.

[T+ 16:00]
I arrive at work (Domino's), it's friggin' SLAMMIN'.  I manage to not get hurt or anything, but eventually after about 30 minutes of constantly working the oven, something happened that caused the oven to back up.  It's all good because my boss saved my ass, and gave me a break.  At that point the stress of the situation I had walked in on, and the heat of the oven (sweat dripping, yummy), and just being out of it had gotten me slightly frustrated.  I blew off the steam really fast once I started getting on the phones with people.  I guess talking helps me, even if people can be pretty stupid when ordering pizza...

It took about 2 hours for the rush to die, and my boss finally got a chance to ask me how the trip went.  I shared bits and pieces of the story with him and the other coworkers all day, and a couple of them shared me theirs too. 

I'm glad I went to work, I was worried I wouldn't make it.  But I did, and I get to retain that chill assed job.

Anyway I'm gonna go smoke a bone and relax, typing is exhausting.  I'll follow up tomorrow.