Happy Times
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What’s the tall lanky one with small leaves in the back? It’s cool to see the contrast between that and the squat one in front
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Vintage Colombian
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Coastal Green 06
Coastal Green 06
Oh yeah man the coastal green. I can't find the pic of the bud it came from but yeah I scored some weed from my buddy George. I still see him from time to time even now but he only sells crippy these days. Back in 06 I was getting many interesting samples of old Colombians, mostly brown to gold or purple. But in the fall of 05 I bought a pound from George after he returned from the Santa Marta area, it was bright green (although pressed). Full of seeds but had a really nice smell and hit pretty good too.
I only grew one seed and got this plant which purpled growing in Bogota. Lost the seeds when we went back to the USA in 07, I did recover some of my collected seeds but not them.
Everything changed when I returned to Bogota in 2011, people here just like everywhere want seedless indica and George went that way too. He can still get "regs" or Corinto but it's really shitty now and not worth the deal.
red rider
Coastal Green 06
Oh yeah man the coastal green. I can't find the pic of the bud it came from but yeah I scored some weed from my buddy George. I still see him from time to time even now but he only sells crippy these days. Back in 06 I was getting many interesting samples of old Colombians, mostly brown to gold or purple. But in the fall of 05 I bought a pound from George after he returned from the Santa Marta area, it was bright green (although pressed). Full of seeds but had a really nice smell and hit pretty good too.
I only grew one seed and got this plant which purpled growing in Bogota. Lost the seeds when we went back to the USA in 07, I did recover some of my collected seeds but not them.
Everything changed when I returned to Bogota in 2011, people here just like everywhere want seedless indica and George went that way too. He can still get "regs" or Corinto but it's really shitty now and not worth the deal.
red rider
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Final count down
Final count down
Today is a big day, health department is giving my finca in Zipacon final inspection before issuing our license (s) to grow, sell and whatever. I didn't go as nothing I can add at this point but confidence is high. My business partner is very positive and is already starting construction at the finca. Lot's of work yet to do but I should have some nice plants there by the end of the year.
And talked to my Indian buddies in Putumayo and I'm heading down there Friday, my business partner was going with me but her husband is going instead as she wants to work at the finca right away. I'm ready to get to work at the finca as well but the Indians invited me and I want the experience. I asked if i should bring weed and they said no, they had it there, no idea what to expect. Anyway lots going on this week and finally a sunny day. It's been raining since February and I really need some sun. Should have some interesting picture next week if I make it back (no internet there). My business partner (who was in the Putumayo 6 weeks ago) told me it is so beautiful there no one wants to leave.
red rider
Final count down
Today is a big day, health department is giving my finca in Zipacon final inspection before issuing our license (s) to grow, sell and whatever. I didn't go as nothing I can add at this point but confidence is high. My business partner is very positive and is already starting construction at the finca. Lot's of work yet to do but I should have some nice plants there by the end of the year.
And talked to my Indian buddies in Putumayo and I'm heading down there Friday, my business partner was going with me but her husband is going instead as she wants to work at the finca right away. I'm ready to get to work at the finca as well but the Indians invited me and I want the experience. I asked if i should bring weed and they said no, they had it there, no idea what to expect. Anyway lots going on this week and finally a sunny day. It's been raining since February and I really need some sun. Should have some interesting picture next week if I make it back (no internet there). My business partner (who was in the Putumayo 6 weeks ago) told me it is so beautiful there no one wants to leave.
red rider
Putumayo 1
Putumayo 1
My friends I have returned from Putumayo and have some interesting stories. However the only cannabis there at the moment is what is growing from the seeds I sent them two months ago. The Cofan Indians do not have a cannabis or even a cultivation culture (coca yes) and as such I am teaching them as I learn. This is a place where you do not come without an invitation and my experience there was striking if not life changing. The reservation I stayed at was two hours by boat (no roads) from Port Assis an hour by plane from Bogota.
Here's the river (Putumayo)
I will write the details soon but I was asked there to teach the Cofan how to cultivate cannabis and we have started.
red rider
Putumayo 1
My friends I have returned from Putumayo and have some interesting stories. However the only cannabis there at the moment is what is growing from the seeds I sent them two months ago. The Cofan Indians do not have a cannabis or even a cultivation culture (coca yes) and as such I am teaching them as I learn. This is a place where you do not come without an invitation and my experience there was striking if not life changing. The reservation I stayed at was two hours by boat (no roads) from Port Assis an hour by plane from Bogota.
Here's the river (Putumayo)
I will write the details soon but I was asked there to teach the Cofan how to cultivate cannabis and we have started.
red rider
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Welcome to the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
I was going to write a detailed story about my trip to Putumayo but I feel it's better just to get to the point.
Friday the 28th of June I took a short flight from Bogota to Port Assis were I met the Cofan Indians who took myself and my business partners husband by boat (canoe) to their remote village on the tiger river. It was about two hours on the river which was unusually high due to unseasonable rains. Finally we stopped and put on our knee high rubber boots and jumped ashore.
Quick sand everywhere requiring us to try to walk on fallen tree branches. I almost got sucked into the mud and learned real quick to stay on the branches. It's hot and humid there, but nothing like say Texas in the summer but it is hot. The foliage is lush and thick but not as many bugs as I was expecting. We walk up a little hill to a wooden structure where there's kids and chickens running around. Basic to say the least but really all you need. Then I find out that my company is buying a huge chunk of land to develop retreat/resort there. So we walk around the jungle looking for good spots to build the cabins for guests and places for my cannabis plants. Then a cup of coffee and we are back on the boat. Next stop was the tita's house, he's the shaman of our village and the coolest guy I think I've ever met. About 2 and a half months ago I sent some Punto rojo and SMG seeds to them and here's where they were trying to grow the plants. We went to look at them but leaf cutter ants eat most of the little plants. These guys don't cultivate anything, it's just not in their culture. They started the plants in pots in the house but then just stuck them in the jungle after a few weeks. The jungle ate them and I started teaching them about clearing the jungle back and avoiding insects. I showed them a more suitable place to grow where the water drains and not in the middle of all the other plants. After talking a bit we headed back to the house for lunch. After lunch we went once again up river in the boat to the village where we would be staying.
I wanted a smoke but didn't bring anything but CBD tinctures. We were staying in this big house with a nice family. I had my own room which belonged to the oldest son, I felt kind of bad taking his room but he was happy to share with me as they are not really into possessions like we are. We talked and ate again as the sun started to go down. I was invited to the "yaja" (yahay) ceremony later that night but I declined as I wanted to adjust to my surroundings first. Yaja is a DMT drink that they use like a medicine and is reputed to be life changing and they all do it even children as young as 3. Around 8PM a group of men headed out to the jungle to drink the yaja, I stayed back drinking about 30 mil of CBD tincture and sleeping like a baby. I would like to say that night time was super nice, still warm but with a cool breeze it was very comfortable.
In the morning I was fresh and feeling good when the guys came out of the jungle after their all night yaja ceremony. They all looked happy and were joking as the nice indian lady made us breakfast. It was a fish soup and very tasty, I asked my business partners husband Mario how was the trip. Mario never tripped in his life and was quite impacted by the experience and was going to do it again that night. I've been doing psychedelics since the 70s and wasn't in a hurry to try it but when in Rome. I agreed to go that night and check it out although I had reservations.
https://www.icmag.com/ic/attachment.php?
attachmentid=499033&stc=1&d=1562591158
We rested till noon and then went back to the property to look for more grow spots. Next will be the yaja ceremony.
red rider
Welcome to the jungle
I was going to write a detailed story about my trip to Putumayo but I feel it's better just to get to the point.
Friday the 28th of June I took a short flight from Bogota to Port Assis were I met the Cofan Indians who took myself and my business partners husband by boat (canoe) to their remote village on the tiger river. It was about two hours on the river which was unusually high due to unseasonable rains. Finally we stopped and put on our knee high rubber boots and jumped ashore.
Quick sand everywhere requiring us to try to walk on fallen tree branches. I almost got sucked into the mud and learned real quick to stay on the branches. It's hot and humid there, but nothing like say Texas in the summer but it is hot. The foliage is lush and thick but not as many bugs as I was expecting. We walk up a little hill to a wooden structure where there's kids and chickens running around. Basic to say the least but really all you need. Then I find out that my company is buying a huge chunk of land to develop retreat/resort there. So we walk around the jungle looking for good spots to build the cabins for guests and places for my cannabis plants. Then a cup of coffee and we are back on the boat. Next stop was the tita's house, he's the shaman of our village and the coolest guy I think I've ever met. About 2 and a half months ago I sent some Punto rojo and SMG seeds to them and here's where they were trying to grow the plants. We went to look at them but leaf cutter ants eat most of the little plants. These guys don't cultivate anything, it's just not in their culture. They started the plants in pots in the house but then just stuck them in the jungle after a few weeks. The jungle ate them and I started teaching them about clearing the jungle back and avoiding insects. I showed them a more suitable place to grow where the water drains and not in the middle of all the other plants. After talking a bit we headed back to the house for lunch. After lunch we went once again up river in the boat to the village where we would be staying.
I wanted a smoke but didn't bring anything but CBD tinctures. We were staying in this big house with a nice family. I had my own room which belonged to the oldest son, I felt kind of bad taking his room but he was happy to share with me as they are not really into possessions like we are. We talked and ate again as the sun started to go down. I was invited to the "yaja" (yahay) ceremony later that night but I declined as I wanted to adjust to my surroundings first. Yaja is a DMT drink that they use like a medicine and is reputed to be life changing and they all do it even children as young as 3. Around 8PM a group of men headed out to the jungle to drink the yaja, I stayed back drinking about 30 mil of CBD tincture and sleeping like a baby. I would like to say that night time was super nice, still warm but with a cool breeze it was very comfortable.
In the morning I was fresh and feeling good when the guys came out of the jungle after their all night yaja ceremony. They all looked happy and were joking as the nice indian lady made us breakfast. It was a fish soup and very tasty, I asked my business partners husband Mario how was the trip. Mario never tripped in his life and was quite impacted by the experience and was going to do it again that night. I've been doing psychedelics since the 70s and wasn't in a hurry to try it but when in Rome. I agreed to go that night and check it out although I had reservations.
https://www.icmag.com/ic/attachment.php?
attachmentid=499033&stc=1&d=1562591158
We rested till noon and then went back to the property to look for more grow spots. Next will be the yaja ceremony.
red rider
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What a wonderful travel! I really envy you! Cofan people don't need marijuana because they have already yagé, hehehehe
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kJM07H-22U
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCinLHtUqi0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRccBRyxivQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEpH3xL4CPM
Greetings parcero!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kJM07H-22U
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCinLHtUqi0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRccBRyxivQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEpH3xL4CPM
Greetings parcero!
Nice spot Red, man you are getting the Grand Tour. DMT and all. What an experience. Thanks for sharing.
Welcome to the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
I’d like to say that I’m no stranger to psychedelic drugs and use them when I feel the need. I have a lot of respectful experience with them over the past four decades and I think they are important tools for life.
Saturday night came and it was time to head into the jungle for the (nightly) yage ceremony. There were just six of us going, my business partner husband, a young lawyer from Bogota, the shaman and his helper and myself. I was not 100% about doing this but I push through because I wanted the experience. First I usually sleep around 8 PM when the ceremony starts and I was still adjusting to being in the jungle and the heat. But I took a big bottle of water and a hammock thinking I wouldn’t need more. We started walking into the jungle when I realized how dark it was, everybody but me had a flashlight or their phone. The jungle trail was full of mud holes and log bridges that was hard for me to see causing me to lag behind the group. Finally, we arrived in a clearing where I saw a fire and the outline of a small building. The was a roof with no walls where we hung our hammocks and with some help I got all set up for the night. My hammock was hung a little further from the group but I felt comfortable while we waited to drink the yage. It was hot and not raining when we arrived and bug spray was applied on everything. Then the call came to drink, we filed into the small building where a single candle burned. My turn came and I stood in front of the shaman as he handed me a wooden bowl. He blessed it and I drank what I though was a large amount of the bitter liquid.
Wasn’t too bad and I fumbled my way in the dark back to my hammock to wait for the onset. My stomach was empty and the yage didn’t feel comfortable but I retained it and soon maybe a half hour it hit me. No subtle “come on” just blam full on tripping. Super intense colors and geometric shapes with hard lines exploded in my vision, as the world transformed around me and in me. At the same time it started raining a downpour, the sound on the roof was deafening. I kept calm and let the yage do its thing without resistance, positive thoughts kept me going as the effect intensified. I kept thinking if it gets to be too much I would go and vomit. I felt strong emotions of intense joy and ecstasy as colors and shapes manifested themselves. Soon I was looking into what looked like the face of a watch and then I heard them. I wasn’t words but more like thoughts and feelings. Then I saw them these alien like beings with diamond shaped heads and they were asking why I came there, why I called them. I told them I was there to learn and to heal my mind and body. They went right to work scanning my body with star trek like devices and talking about me among themselves. I was burning in ecstasy and tears were streaming down my cheeks as they worked. I told them I wanted to grow cannabis in the jungle and they became happy and started to offer me things that turned out to be soil samples. Everything was going pretty good until a little elf like guy appeared holding an open ended cylinder. I could see inside the open end of the cylinder to see a tiger face. It was bad and the elf was trying to get me to take the cylinder or go inside it. Like a vacuum of bad feelings the cylinder was pulling me in and I started to panic. Then the most beautiful sound appeared, it was a harmonica and I began to come back to the beautiful place I was. I had to vomit and flopped out of the hammock to find a place in the dark. Finally I let go and it felt so good, like all the bad came out in the vomit. Suddenly I realized the shaman was standing next to me with his flash light, he asked it I was ok and said yes I’m fine. He helped me to my feet and I wanted to go to the fire. For some reason I was cold and shivering. Took forever but I finally made it to the fire and the shaman asked if I wanted another drink, I declined. I went back to my hammock and back to the trip. Still trying to maintain positive thoughts the colors came back more intense than ever and they made me cry from the pleasure. But I was cold and it was still raining hard when someone gave me a warm jacket which was the best thing ever. Warm in my hammock I started to feel like lots of people were walking around me talking. I was coming down and started sleeping until the sun started coming up. I felt pretty good as now I could see everything. The shaman called us into the small building where we took off our shirts for the “healing’ part of the ceremony. The shaman and his assistant began chanting and rubbing plant branches on us. Not bad until they started hitting us but thorny nettles. As soon as it was over I stood up to put my shirt on when I was overwhelmed with relief, so strong I fell to my knees and cried. I recovered quickly and walked outside to join the others. It was the most beautiful morning I had ever experienced, with the sun shining and birds singing. The walk back to the compound was spectacular and I was so happy to be there. I also had the sensation that I didn’t need to do the yage, once was enough for me.
red rider
Welcome to the jungle
I’d like to say that I’m no stranger to psychedelic drugs and use them when I feel the need. I have a lot of respectful experience with them over the past four decades and I think they are important tools for life.
Saturday night came and it was time to head into the jungle for the (nightly) yage ceremony. There were just six of us going, my business partner husband, a young lawyer from Bogota, the shaman and his helper and myself. I was not 100% about doing this but I push through because I wanted the experience. First I usually sleep around 8 PM when the ceremony starts and I was still adjusting to being in the jungle and the heat. But I took a big bottle of water and a hammock thinking I wouldn’t need more. We started walking into the jungle when I realized how dark it was, everybody but me had a flashlight or their phone. The jungle trail was full of mud holes and log bridges that was hard for me to see causing me to lag behind the group. Finally, we arrived in a clearing where I saw a fire and the outline of a small building. The was a roof with no walls where we hung our hammocks and with some help I got all set up for the night. My hammock was hung a little further from the group but I felt comfortable while we waited to drink the yage. It was hot and not raining when we arrived and bug spray was applied on everything. Then the call came to drink, we filed into the small building where a single candle burned. My turn came and I stood in front of the shaman as he handed me a wooden bowl. He blessed it and I drank what I though was a large amount of the bitter liquid.
Wasn’t too bad and I fumbled my way in the dark back to my hammock to wait for the onset. My stomach was empty and the yage didn’t feel comfortable but I retained it and soon maybe a half hour it hit me. No subtle “come on” just blam full on tripping. Super intense colors and geometric shapes with hard lines exploded in my vision, as the world transformed around me and in me. At the same time it started raining a downpour, the sound on the roof was deafening. I kept calm and let the yage do its thing without resistance, positive thoughts kept me going as the effect intensified. I kept thinking if it gets to be too much I would go and vomit. I felt strong emotions of intense joy and ecstasy as colors and shapes manifested themselves. Soon I was looking into what looked like the face of a watch and then I heard them. I wasn’t words but more like thoughts and feelings. Then I saw them these alien like beings with diamond shaped heads and they were asking why I came there, why I called them. I told them I was there to learn and to heal my mind and body. They went right to work scanning my body with star trek like devices and talking about me among themselves. I was burning in ecstasy and tears were streaming down my cheeks as they worked. I told them I wanted to grow cannabis in the jungle and they became happy and started to offer me things that turned out to be soil samples. Everything was going pretty good until a little elf like guy appeared holding an open ended cylinder. I could see inside the open end of the cylinder to see a tiger face. It was bad and the elf was trying to get me to take the cylinder or go inside it. Like a vacuum of bad feelings the cylinder was pulling me in and I started to panic. Then the most beautiful sound appeared, it was a harmonica and I began to come back to the beautiful place I was. I had to vomit and flopped out of the hammock to find a place in the dark. Finally I let go and it felt so good, like all the bad came out in the vomit. Suddenly I realized the shaman was standing next to me with his flash light, he asked it I was ok and said yes I’m fine. He helped me to my feet and I wanted to go to the fire. For some reason I was cold and shivering. Took forever but I finally made it to the fire and the shaman asked if I wanted another drink, I declined. I went back to my hammock and back to the trip. Still trying to maintain positive thoughts the colors came back more intense than ever and they made me cry from the pleasure. But I was cold and it was still raining hard when someone gave me a warm jacket which was the best thing ever. Warm in my hammock I started to feel like lots of people were walking around me talking. I was coming down and started sleeping until the sun started coming up. I felt pretty good as now I could see everything. The shaman called us into the small building where we took off our shirts for the “healing’ part of the ceremony. The shaman and his assistant began chanting and rubbing plant branches on us. Not bad until they started hitting us but thorny nettles. As soon as it was over I stood up to put my shirt on when I was overwhelmed with relief, so strong I fell to my knees and cried. I recovered quickly and walked outside to join the others. It was the most beautiful morning I had ever experienced, with the sun shining and birds singing. The walk back to the compound was spectacular and I was so happy to be there. I also had the sensation that I didn’t need to do the yage, once was enough for me.
red rider
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funkyhorse
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Hi Red Rider
The entities you met are not elfs, they have many different names: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orisha
Science would describe your experience as animism, I dont think science can help you: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animism
Yage is one of the many names of ayahuasca. Ayahuasca is not DMT. It is a wine done with two different plants, the yin is provided by https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychotria_viridis and the yang is https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banisteriopsis_caapi.
It is a bitter drink that ferments and alcoholizes with time and same as wine, the older the better and it is stored in cellars same way you would store wines
Ayahuasca is a living being dancing on your stomach which opens the door to a synesthesia party. If you do your experience with a full stomach, it is not going to be a pleasurable experience. And in the right setting and set up like in its natural environment in the amazonian jungle, allow the right souls to connect with the Orixás and the amazonian entities.
A shaman is an enologist of ayahuasca and an enologist is a shaman of wine. There are a lot of simmilarities in the making of both
The amazonian shaman is in everyday contact with the being of the jungle. Your soul is naked to him when you drink with him. It is their way to get to know you and also test you
Ayahuasca is a master drink. It can be used as a plant of knowdledge or as a plant of power, you are free to choose your path. It shatters your ego. Lessons are for life. Nobody can take these lessons out of you, you are rich now, the rest is ilussion. Dont try to understand all the lessons at once. The most difficult part of the ceremony is never before or during, it is always after when you realize what implies the lessons you have just received.
The entities you met are not elfs, they have many different names: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orisha
Science would describe your experience as animism, I dont think science can help you: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animism
Yage is one of the many names of ayahuasca. Ayahuasca is not DMT. It is a wine done with two different plants, the yin is provided by https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychotria_viridis and the yang is https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banisteriopsis_caapi.
It is a bitter drink that ferments and alcoholizes with time and same as wine, the older the better and it is stored in cellars same way you would store wines
Ayahuasca is a living being dancing on your stomach which opens the door to a synesthesia party. If you do your experience with a full stomach, it is not going to be a pleasurable experience. And in the right setting and set up like in its natural environment in the amazonian jungle, allow the right souls to connect with the Orixás and the amazonian entities.
A shaman is an enologist of ayahuasca and an enologist is a shaman of wine. There are a lot of simmilarities in the making of both
The amazonian shaman is in everyday contact with the being of the jungle. Your soul is naked to him when you drink with him. It is their way to get to know you and also test you
Ayahuasca is a master drink. It can be used as a plant of knowdledge or as a plant of power, you are free to choose your path. It shatters your ego. Lessons are for life. Nobody can take these lessons out of you, you are rich now, the rest is ilussion. Dont try to understand all the lessons at once. The most difficult part of the ceremony is never before or during, it is always after when you realize what implies the lessons you have just received.
Wow, now that is a trip! Do not see myself ever doing more than pot now. Do like the stories though and look for the trippiest of the strains.
Your experience makes LSD or shrooms seem mild by comparison of what I experienced. As funky said, hope you can incorporate the lessons into something useful for your life.
Your experience makes LSD or shrooms seem mild by comparison of what I experienced. As funky said, hope you can incorporate the lessons into something useful for your life.
P. viridis contains the hallucinogenic—or entheogenic—indole alkaloid dimethyltryptamine (DMT) in levels varying from 0.1% to 0.61% dried mass.[7][unreliable source?] It is known primarily as an additive to the ayahuasca brew used in South and Central America.
The mechanism of action is via the monoamine oxidase inhibitor (MAOI) present in Banisteriopsis caapi, which allows ayahuasca to be effective in oral doses (unlike smoking DMT crystals which requires no conditioning partner substance).
G `day FH
Did you read those Wiki links you posted ?
Fcking wine ? Whaaaaa ?
It certainly is DMT ...
This form needs the MAOI to activate it .
Thanks for sharin
EB .
funkyhorse
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G'Day EB
I only read the orisha link. But yes, Ayahuasca vine is a MAOI inhibitor that allows chacrona to act in a very different way than if consumed alone.
Chacrona(Psychotria Viridis) alone is DMT.
Combined with Ayahuasca it certainly allows different alchimical processes to happen. DMT trip and ayahuasca drinking is not the same thing at all. Ayahuasca is the wine of the soul, you get drunk drinking ayahuasca. But it is not the same kind of buzz as grape wine. Lets say drinking grape wine your body is drunk. Drinking ayahuasca your soul gets drunk
I have drunk enough liters of ayahuasca quite intensively and I also participated in a feitio. Later life took me to a wine making facility and I was really impressed to see the similarities
This is how an ayahuasca pot is prepared:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8ghKzw9S6k
This is a feitio of Santo Daime, another name for ayahuasca, done in religious context:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH6zL2gYkpc
Ayahuasca alcoholizes and ferments same way wine do.
Is tobacco same as cannabis? No
Is wine same as ayahuasca? No
But cannabis curing has a lot in common with cannabis curing
Wine is an alcohol drink done in huge stainless steel pans with a cooking very similar to ayahuasca. And stores same way, in cellars. And both of them ferment and alcoholizes.
I only read the orisha link. But yes, Ayahuasca vine is a MAOI inhibitor that allows chacrona to act in a very different way than if consumed alone.
Chacrona(Psychotria Viridis) alone is DMT.
Combined with Ayahuasca it certainly allows different alchimical processes to happen. DMT trip and ayahuasca drinking is not the same thing at all. Ayahuasca is the wine of the soul, you get drunk drinking ayahuasca. But it is not the same kind of buzz as grape wine. Lets say drinking grape wine your body is drunk. Drinking ayahuasca your soul gets drunk
I have drunk enough liters of ayahuasca quite intensively and I also participated in a feitio. Later life took me to a wine making facility and I was really impressed to see the similarities
This is how an ayahuasca pot is prepared:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8ghKzw9S6k
This is a feitio of Santo Daime, another name for ayahuasca, done in religious context:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH6zL2gYkpc
Ayahuasca alcoholizes and ferments same way wine do.
Is tobacco same as cannabis? No
Is wine same as ayahuasca? No
But cannabis curing has a lot in common with cannabis curing
Wine is an alcohol drink done in huge stainless steel pans with a cooking very similar to ayahuasca. And stores same way, in cellars. And both of them ferment and alcoholizes.
funkyhorse
Well-known member
I cannot edit and correct
When it says But cannabis curing has a lot in common with cannabis curing should read
But tobacco curing has a lot in common with cannabis curing
And I can add: similarities between tobacco and cannabis curing dont make them the same
Similarities between wine and ayahuasca making and storing dont make them the same thing
When it says But cannabis curing has a lot in common with cannabis curing should read
But tobacco curing has a lot in common with cannabis curing
And I can add: similarities between tobacco and cannabis curing dont make them the same
Similarities between wine and ayahuasca making and storing dont make them the same thing
Thank you very much for telling such deep personal feeling and visions you had with yage!
It is amazing and wonderful! Sadly it seems it will pass long time until I can experience yage/ayahuasca.
It should have been really scary the little elf trying to capture you inside the cilinder with the tiger inside.
I have readed always ayahuasca and marijuana are not good to mix together at the same time. It seems both are too strong "female spirits". But tobacco is strongly male so it combines really well with ayahausca and in fact taitas and curacas use them together in the ceremony.
About marihuana growing it would be great if you can ask to those yage spirits how to germinate very old seeds not very well kept, at room tempertaure and so.
I have read there is other plant, Mimosa hostilis = Mimosa tenuiflora -> called jurema preta in Brazil or tepezcohuite in Southern Mexico , which contains DMT in the root bark. It is often used to brew ayahuasca analogues along Syrian rue seeds as IMAO. But you can made vinho da jurema, jurema wine, only with the root bark squeezed in cold water twice with no need of IMAO containing plant. I wonder if the visions are the same as with yage.
http://protocole-oracle.com/DIVERS/Ayahuasca_Visions_Pablo_Amaringo.pdf
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It is amazing and wonderful! Sadly it seems it will pass long time until I can experience yage/ayahuasca.
It should have been really scary the little elf trying to capture you inside the cilinder with the tiger inside.
I have readed always ayahuasca and marijuana are not good to mix together at the same time. It seems both are too strong "female spirits". But tobacco is strongly male so it combines really well with ayahausca and in fact taitas and curacas use them together in the ceremony.
About marihuana growing it would be great if you can ask to those yage spirits how to germinate very old seeds not very well kept, at room tempertaure and so.
I have read there is other plant, Mimosa hostilis = Mimosa tenuiflora -> called jurema preta in Brazil or tepezcohuite in Southern Mexico , which contains DMT in the root bark. It is often used to brew ayahuasca analogues along Syrian rue seeds as IMAO. But you can made vinho da jurema, jurema wine, only with the root bark squeezed in cold water twice with no need of IMAO containing plant. I wonder if the visions are the same as with yage.
http://protocole-oracle.com/DIVERS/Ayahuasca_Visions_Pablo_Amaringo.pdf
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funkyhorse
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Hola Ahortator
About this: ..."I have readed always ayahuasca and marijuana are not good to mix together at the same time. It seems both are too strong "female spirits". But tobacco is strongly male so it combines really well with ayahausca and in fact taitas and curacas use them together in the ceremony..."
I dont think ayahuasca is very female. The work with the vine is for men. And most indian communities using ayahuasca, it is a men thing.
Tobacco is used in different ways. Amazonian indians traditionally use rapé: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snuff_(tobacco)
There are different points of view about marihuana/ayahuasca compatibility. In my experience, they are 100% compatible. What is non compatible and dangerous is the mix of ayahuasca with magic mushrooms. There are soucerers that mix ayahuasca with datura, so you have to be careful where you go and who you drink with
There is inside Santo Daime religion a line of followers of Padrinho Sebastião Mota de Melo. They call marihuana Santa Maria. After a session of ayahuasca, you bring up the ayahuasca trip with a spliff. Used in this context is called Santa Maria and it has its own hymn book, you can listen to it and read it(portughese) in this link:
http://hinosdosantodaime.blogspot.com/2015/04/hinario-de-santa-maria.html
This is an old post by Ngakpa about the licit ritual use of Santo Daime and Santa Maria:
https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=53985
About this: ..."I have readed always ayahuasca and marijuana are not good to mix together at the same time. It seems both are too strong "female spirits". But tobacco is strongly male so it combines really well with ayahausca and in fact taitas and curacas use them together in the ceremony..."
I dont think ayahuasca is very female. The work with the vine is for men. And most indian communities using ayahuasca, it is a men thing.
Tobacco is used in different ways. Amazonian indians traditionally use rapé: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snuff_(tobacco)
There are different points of view about marihuana/ayahuasca compatibility. In my experience, they are 100% compatible. What is non compatible and dangerous is the mix of ayahuasca with magic mushrooms. There are soucerers that mix ayahuasca with datura, so you have to be careful where you go and who you drink with
There is inside Santo Daime religion a line of followers of Padrinho Sebastião Mota de Melo. They call marihuana Santa Maria. After a session of ayahuasca, you bring up the ayahuasca trip with a spliff. Used in this context is called Santa Maria and it has its own hymn book, you can listen to it and read it(portughese) in this link:
http://hinosdosantodaime.blogspot.com/2015/04/hinario-de-santa-maria.html
This is an old post by Ngakpa about the licit ritual use of Santo Daime and Santa Maria:
https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=53985
All I have to say about the yage is, I try it and really don't want to do it again. Although it was interesting and kind of bonding with the Indians the effect is too hard and not to my liking at this point in my life. My reason for going to putumayo was/is to cultivate cannabis and that is what I'm doing. That being said we (the rich guys and I) are as I write building a resort type place offering safe tours of the river as well as the yage ceremony. I will personal be there two or three times a month and be offering some traditional Colombian cannabis growing there now. Long story but this is one place I want to bring canna tourism for those who seek to taste the weed of yesteryear in an exotic tropical location. My dream is in motion and soon I will be reintroducing the world to Colombian grown cannabis.
red rider
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TychoMonolyth
Boreal Curing
Beautiful.
That would do it because I'm sure the bricks would ferment in transit.
That would do it because I'm sure the bricks would ferment in transit.
