[ibogaine] actual measurments and a long meandering ramble
ptpeet at nyc.rr.com
Thu Aug 12 05:15:50 EDT 2004
>I at that point was thinking how the ibogaine was somehow acting as
a skin between me and my withdrawals, making them for me, but at that point
the ibogaine had moved outside the withdrawing sking and was holding it
closer than ever to me and it SUCKED<
This should read masking them for me, not making them for me.
Peace and love and I think I gotta lay down for an hour or more nowo
goodnight/day and someone write with advice on boosters please,
----- Original Message -----
From: "Preston Peet" <ptpeet at nyc.rr.com>
To: <ibogaine at mindvox.com>; <drugwar at mindvox.com>
Sent: Thursday, August 12, 2004 3:15 AM
Subject: [ibogaine] actual measurments and a long meandering ramble
> According to someone I know, he said that "At 140 pounds, you are 64
> kilograms, probably lighter now since the session. We gave you two and a
> half milligrams per kilogram which is 160 milligrams as a test dose. Then,
> again 40-45 minutes later, you received 896 milligrams of ibogaine, not
> quite a gram, which equates to 14 more milligrams per kilogram per body
> weight for a total of 16 and a half. Then down the road we finally managed
> to give you a booster then yet another, both 3 milligrams per kilogram of
> 192 each. So you got 160, 896, plus 896, plus 192 plus 192, equals to 22
> a half of milligrams per kilogram of ibogaine. 64 times 22 and a half is
> much ibogaine hydrocloride you received."
> 22.5 milligrams per kilogram
> 64 kilograms body weight
> 1440 kilograms total.
> Hope this clear up anyone else's confusion as it has mine.
> Peace and love, and oh yeah, some more tidbits to chew on, for those who
> might be interested. Everyone else, that ol' delete button will work just
> I'm still seeing incredibly vivid, multicolored trails, off of everything,
> even those things which really, really are not moving but still leaving
> great trails anyway.
> Marc C came by today to visit, we went across the street and sat on
> benches in the playground watching trails and gathering clouds. I tried to
> walk him to the train, but seeing how difficult walking down the 5 floors
> the ground level from my apartement I decided across the street from MARS
> BAR (hey Patrick, a blast from the recent past eh? It's the SAME as
> LOL) was far enough, said aduie and returned to fall to the bed- only to
> discover that SLEEP wasn't going to be happening, and here it is at 2:18
> darn it sleep STILL isn't happening. But it's cool, I feel manic, so why
> go with it.
> I definitely hit that "glow" state this evening, whereas this morning
> was the first time able to even make it out the apartment, much less down
> couple blocks.
> But then I came home and began eating. FIrst a piece of toast. Then
> pieces of French toast. Then a banana. Then a grillled turkey and cheese
> THen I coasted, still fucking unable to sleep, but growing less
> irritable and more "gee, I'm feeling pretty peachy for having on Saturday
> crushing and swallowing 8 or 9 ms-contin 30s, right up to 12:30 Sunday
> morning and having managed only 2 all day today, one at 8AM and one at 5
> yesterday now I realize.
> So after coasting, and helping V get through one of those "holy shit I
> was on set for 12 hours today and half to do it again tomorrow at 5AMM
> spells, we got dressed and went and stuffed our faces with at one of her
> good friend's birthday parties at this aMAzing chiese resturant, and well,
> one of the people eating with us is a director for some hotshot agency
> in Manhattan, and another, the boyfriend of V's friend owns a bar where I
> can throw the release party for Under the Influence- The Disinformation
> Guide to Drugs, that book I keep saying over and over how I've just
> editing (it went to the printers last Monday btw, if I didn't mention
> So everyone else drank two two HUGE bottles of sake, while I sat there
> eating and glowing and laughing and not hurting too bad (one ms-contin and
> my back has this nifty pillow in it between me and my pain) and I' wasn't
> not at all feeling dopy or much, much worse, dope sick, just tripping
> and calming, as though on mushrooms or something. The BEST part was
> everyone at the table about how I'd just spent the weekend flat on my back
> unable to walk thanks to this African root stuff for my pain pills habits.
> And they were all fascinated.
> Howard you are right in that my provider and the others helping were
> very brave to allow me to take it. I was genuinely worried that when I
> started listing my physical problems- which really aren't obvious when I'm
> dressed but with my shirt off boy people can't help but stare and ask
> the hell happened to you?!?!- but I didn't know what the hell I was going
> do if they turned me down.
> AND, you know what else? I spoke just a bit WAY too soon. I wanna go
> QUESTION- if someone had one booster still that they hadn't taken, but
> were already taken very small and limited amounts of opiate pain killers,
> would they have to again wait until even that small amount left their
> before eating the booster, or is it safe to eat it, say, oh, tomorrow?
> SHould, um, someone, wait a while first? When should it be eaten?
> IF I did wanna go again sometime sooner than later, how long would it
> feasible to wait?
> That's still a pretty big if, but I feel so good NOW that hell, you
> all right, and sure you can remind me of my earlier scardicattedness.
> What a lightweight wuss I am.
> Ok, now let's see if I can describe the ibogaine trip itself soon.
> That's my next rantlike project.
> At first there was the aforementioned in previous post about ear
> keening, louder and louder. While that was just starting, I noticed that
> TURNED OFF light fixture on the ceiling suddenly had this weird silver
> liquidish ring around it's rim, and I began to see what looked like water
> inside the thing (I Had O-Rang playing softly, which is my very favorite
> shroom music so I figured, rightly it turned out, that's what I wanted on
> rather than the almost insisted on silence. LOL!) and it was looking like
> the ceiling was starting to throb or bob a little.
> Then I don't know what happened. I kinda feel asleep for a little bit.
> But for some while, almost an hour, I was getting more and more bummed,
> kept having to get back up and go to pee in the bathroom. One sitter kept
> getting worried I was gonna spew (never did, thanks Patrick and all for
> spew-stopping advice) and the second of thrid time I came back into the
> blanketed off and darkened room I sat down and smoked some of a cigarette.
> Then as I lay down, I was off. The room was moving, I wasn't, or as little
> as possible (though I did manage to LEAP out of bed in a fury at around 36
> hours without opiates, when first waking out of the first round of massive
> tripping out of my body/roiom/head/planet/into space at some vast freakin
> distance from the sever opiate withdrawals I was suddenly being beaten to
> pulp by- I at that point was thinking how the ibogaine was somehow acting
> a skin between me and my withdrawals, making them for me, but at that
> the ibogaine had moved outside the withdrawing sking and was holding it
> closer than ever to me and it SUCKED!- at "How DARE they wanna give me
> of that SHIT oh my GOD they've got a CAbinate fULL of Pills, why can't I
> have my painkillers NOW!!! I don't wanna that shit in my any more
> arghghghghgH!!!!" Without throwing up either.)
> So anyway, once I was really taking off, I was seeing liquid metal
> everywhere off everything, very similarly to how I'm still seeing things
> be honest.
> I kept looking for a big silver screen to pop up, but one sitter had
> made sure to tell me, in all innocence, "oh, yeah, one or two people have
> said they didn't see any movies," which immediately made me thing,
> that'll be ME of course" but as I've noted earlier elsewhere, they ain't
> exactly movies. I was in them.l
> I was seeing these huge cities was out in time and space somewhere,
> I said, with these three gods sleeping in these cryogenic type coffins or
> boxes. And I was supposed to wake them, or someone was, to get them to
> combine (wonder triplets powers activated?) togewther to save humanity,
> whose time was ending if they couldn't bring forth this thing- what it was
> couldn't tell because it didn't make it all the way out before the end
> and destroyed everything, including this beautiful cloud like, almost
> looking thing but not all icky, just pure white silver light- but this
> darkness, this whole in space ate it all, these gods, all their peoples,
> (Oh, and btw, The Cure's Pornography is one hell of an awesome CD to
> listen to in this condition, as I'm doing now.)
> Then as I think I've mentioned, I was in the warzone in Iraq, and I
> can't understand how those people are surviving sane in that condition.
> in the hell must they be suffering through day after day, going out to
> each other every single freakin' day
> I read something of Patrick's recently that mentioned face first into
> meat grinder, and that's what I kept seeing, only with machine guns, and
> other armaments, and just sheer fear and terror and despair, becauise NO
> WOULD STOP! Even knowing that it isn't helping, and isn't solving
> only creating more death and fear and despair, well, it wasn't pretty. But
> it was FASCINATING. AMAZING. I Love Tripping a LOT, and always have, and
> have done one hell of a lot of drugs-
> which reminds me, and I'm glad I remembered this- early on it reminded me
> VEry much of salvia divinorum. ANd I mean a LOT. The same weird keening
> sound but not nearly as loud on Salvia, and that feeling of a presense
> up and to my right, or was it left? One of those directions. Salvia is
> less strong, but still, there were some similartities, especially thinking
> of the last time I tried salvia- which lol gives me an idea. Wonder how
> mix with my current state?
> It isn't NOT illegal yet is it?
> I don't Think so, but is it? Actually, didn't they recently schedule
> stuff, those fuckers!
> I really don't like prohibitionists.
> The only really, really bad part was, besides having to sit on the
> of the bed and piss huge amounts of weird colored pee that just wouldn't
> stop coming for hours...wellll, a few minutes but still... was that waking
> up at the 24 hour into the trip part, where all I wanted was some fucking
> That part was fucking hell. But I've been hearing lately that many
> people seem to be angry at that point in the experience, not usually
> entirely happy, But I've only been hearing that recently, and granted from
> select set of folk too.
> Ok, I'm sending this out unedited or reread, pure outta my skull and
> onto the pag...errr, screen thing.
> Have a nice day all. Happy..Thursday? I keep screwing up the days,
> thinking today was already thursday and we should now be on Friday- but
> that's not right, so never mind me, and heck, still have a good day
> day it turns out to be.
> Peace and love AGAIN,
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