PurplePope

I made a crude extract of syrian rue by boiling lemon juice and water to two rounded tablespoons of syrian rue. I filtered off the grounds and boiled 30 mins until a brown goo remained. I ate the dmt and harmala together by balling up the goo and white crystals into one swallow (approx. 100mg dmt). T+0:05 numbness in throat and also smoking some of the remaining goo out of a pipe with a small amount of tobacco. Slight hypnotic buzz and increased salavation. Ready for whatever there is to be revealed to me. There's some spiritual journey music playing that's setting good tempo as I come up. My set is primarily high and intent on some interesting new insights learned though this journey. I feel this is much more suiting than swallowing five grams of seed material, and I am more at ease now having swallowed a Tylenol sized dose as opposed to the alternative. T:0:10 feeling altered like when ayahuasca is coming on and I generally purge. Additionally with only a small amount of material consumed I am comfortable with a purge at this point. With give grams on average of seed material one resists a purge in the event one is spewing and seeds are lost and trapped in the sinus'. That is terrible, I speak from experience. T+0:15 a drunken headedness. I wish to explore this state further, a lot of my experience with this feeling in the head and lethargy in the body I can trace back to intoxication on alcohol. I feel what is being indicated is my sorted history with EToH. More waves of increasing energy. I glimpse at myself through my phone and I'm undergoing transformations. It appears to me like a very intense soldier gazes back, with sharp eyes and a determined demeanor. T0:25 all kinds of thoughtful and interesting reveries from the variety I used to experience as a teenager to future tense modalities of being. I've loosened up and am laid out on the reclined futon. No nausea. T:1:30 awaken completely loaded. I appear to have fallen asleep. I have no indication other than a psychological recognition of the passage of time to account for the sleeping duration of the passage of time. It's funny because in retrospect I can recall telling myself how comfortable I was getting reclined and loosened up. Not considering this a waste, but some part of me is nostalgic for missing the larger part of the content of the journey. As usual with oral dmt it's a total reset and some part of me is experiencing gratitude due to the fact I wasn't present to fuck around with the trip portion of the journey due to unconsciousness of sleep. I'm cutting off the transmition here. Loss of interest in continuing has me at an impasse.