May I share some personal experience with a...hmm...let's call it a half-flood accidental session that I had few days back?
Here is how it all started...
I have spent about a week, micro-dosing iboga rootbark and feeling the sensation of each movement and the flow of energy into my system. I have already taught myself to control my disorientation and lack of concentration, while under the influence of the bark. But it wasn't until a couple of days, when a heroin addict came over to our home, wanting to detox with iboga. A brief history: 28 years old, being using since 7th grade, massive abuser with a huge habit. At around 7 p.m. we started feeding him with the extract. After the given time, there were no results whatsoever. He didn't feel anything. so we started to question the quality of the extract. I, being very sensitive towards any drug/herb known to men, volunteered to take one capsule of extract, just to see how potent it was, in order to determine where the problem was. So I took it - around 1,24 gr. of TA, with a combination of the iboga rootbark, I already had in my bloodstream. Soon, the ibogaine finally started working for the patient and we put him on a soft bed with the a setting, I have had prepared for him. After an hour or so later, I started to feel the ibogaine working in my body too. I went downstairs - at the living room, where most of the lights were on. The light bulbs were exploding of energy, everything was moving in a very airily sort of way. I could see geometric traces, every time I turned my head even a little bit. Each object, to which I was paying attention to, was dissolving into pieces into my head, so I could realize the entire mechanism behind it. Suddenly, everything, absolutely everything around me was physics and mathematics. I took a glance at our wooden dining room table, and I could see, thanks to a gentle lines made out of thin air, how this wooden object looked before it was manufactured into a table. It was getting more and more incredible with every single second. Each movement was leaving beautiful traces behind, and I spent god knows how long time, just dancing and playing with my hands and enjoying the traces left behind. I felt myself so light and my movements were so airily, that I couldn't get enough.
Then, I sat on the table and my cat followed me. It stayed in a perfectly still position, examining me. The more I was looking at it, to more I realized how incredibly, beautifully evolved this creature is. A true perfection that made its way out of the complete chaos.
After couple of more hours, my brother told me he needs to take a nap (no surprise there, lol) and asked me if I was going to be able to watch out on the detoxing fella. Huh, your sis is tripping out, I thought, and you wanna take a fucking nap?! Anyways, I agreed on the deal. I am extremely responsible and protective, and after all, I did took a great deal of care afterwards.
So I went upstairs, into my room, which is right next to the room, where the guy was heavily detoxing. I realized how sharpened my senses were - I could hear him breathing, even though he wasn't breathing heavily, and I was able to catch every single one of his movements through the space between the rooms. That gave me the comfort to lay down and listen carefully. Soon, I felt myself, being sucked into a tornado - everything was moving and I was just a small, tiny and insignificant piece of this entire universe, that was moving with such a tremendous speed, that I felt sick. I realized, that what we perceived as a condition of stillness, is actually moving, but our senses in a drug-free condition could not detect that movement. Because...after all, everything is moving. The whole planet, the entire universe.
After an hour or so, without realizing it, I had closed my eyes. Suddenly, from the complete darkness, a white spot appeared. It started moving towards me, very slowly. It got closer, and closer and closer and closer, until the point, in which I saw a single pupil watching me and examining me very carefully. I immediately realized, that this would be the beginning my introvert ibogaine journey. I opened my eyes, trying to struggle with what was happening to me, but I soon realized, that one has to let go with the flow. And if this was any other moment, or any other case, I would have just let it go, but I had a responsibility, towards another human being. So I woke up, walked to his room, a second before, he was trying to get up and go to the bathroom. Helped him out, sat next to him after that, talked to him and felt that he was in safe hands. Into the hands of iboga, that was working its way through his entire body. I went back to my room.
I realized, that each time, when I close my eyes, I would feel and hear every single one of my vital organs. My heart, my liver, my kidneys, my bloodstream - everything. I had an incredible insight of what my entire anatomy is and how it functions.
Later on, after several times of waking up, checking on the detoxing guy, checking on the deeply asleep trylo, I went back. Eyes - closed again. I could feel myself sinking more and more into my own brain and conscious, going back to the very core of my own existence. My brain was thinking with the speed of light and I had hard time picking things out. At some point, another geometrical form appeared. A pyramid, with engraved details, on which I could read the entire history of this world - the Planet itself, the way it started and evolved into the world we know today. And then this pyramid started to fall apart from the top, on trillions and trillions small pieces, until it became a Chaos. Complete and utter chaos, resembling the form of our universe. By that time, I was so disconnected from what I perceived as a reality, that I desperately needed something to drag me out of this journey, that was heading me back to the dawn of creation. Not because, I was afraid of what I might see, but because I had this sense of a responsibility towards the person in the other room. And soon, for my surprise, our cat came to my room. And he never comes to my room, because I usually kick him out (he always makes such a mess!). The creature jumped on the bed, licked my nose and started purring. I went on me side and the cat did lay down on his side - in the very same position, in which I was. And it was looking at me. We stared at each other for a really long time, before I had found the energy to roll out of bed, go kick trylo in the nuts and wake him up, lol.
I did not sleep at all that night - I was in this half-asleep state of mind, a lucidity. Certain memories from my childhood flashed through my eyes, but trying to recall them, feels like trying to remember a forgotten dream.
The next day, I felt the urge of going outside, and the minute I walked out of the door and felt the fresh winter air filling my lungs, I felt like I was a part of everything, of the entire world, as I knew it. I was just a small piece of biological organism, that had evolved differently. According to my calculations, the influence of the iboga hold me for around 28-30 hours - it would've been more if I haven't took a couple of diazepams, to ease the effects, because I needed to get some good night sleep.
