[Ibogaine] Ketamine

Preston Peet prestonpeet at yahoo.com
Tue Dec 30 15:51:21 EST 2008

I shot k a few times, all in one night, as I believe I've posted here perviously- but in case not, and for those perhaps interested who've arrived here since last posting of the following story, I repost it again (a subsequently re-edited, first person version of this was published at the very end of my first book for the Disinformation Company, titled "Under the Influence- the Disinformation Guide to Drugs," with the rewrite titled "Ketamine- Dream or Reality."
Enjoy. If the photos and graphics don't appear in this email, go to the link- go anyway come to think of it, as I've only posted half the story here.)


There's No Stamping Out This Magick
No matter how hard they try
By Preston Peet
For the November issue 
of the New York Waste
posted at DrugWar.com
October 22, 2003

Ketamine molecule
Thomas rings the downstairs bell, the door clicks open, and he bounds up the stairs to the second floor. The apartment door opens just as he reaches the landing, and he slips through into the warm apartment.
"Hey, you wanna get high?" Thomas grins at Kelly, the owner of the apartment, as she pushes shut the door. It's a rhetorical question because Kelly is always ready to get high. Her roommate is out for the evening, doing a number on some rich gay white guy on the Upper West Side who's into getting tied up and beaten by a strapping young black man.
Thomas breaks out his bags of coke and dope and they set up their works on her bed. Outside the snow is coming down hard, with the wind making a howling through the windows, making the inside of the room feel even more comfortably warm and dry. Thomas loves getting high here, enjoying the respite from ducking into doorways and stairwells to shoot up his much needed and repeated fixes.
It doesn't take them long to shoot their way through both $20 bags of cocaine, and 5 of the 6 bags of heroin. Nearly one hundred dollars in just over an hour, right in their veins. As Thomas tweaks out on the bedspread, the rush still overpowering and debilitating, he's already thinking about having to go back out into the Winter night air, and not at all relishing the prospect. But his jones for cocaine overrides almost all thought once he runs dry. He doesn't have to go on a mission quite yet though. Even if he'd wanted to immediately he's unable to, the ringing in his ears and the trembling of his knees from the massive influx of coke nailing him to the bed.
Kelly is thinking along the same lines though, knowing there isn't any more coke. She makes a suggestion that Thomas will always remember.
"Ever done Ketamine?" She asks through her coke-clenched teeth.
"Nope, never." 
Kelly climbs off the bed and goes to her closet. Reaching up onto the shelf, she pulls out a small white box with printing on it. 
"I got this yesterday from a friend. It's straight from the vet's office."

Bottled, injectable Ketamine
Sure enough, when she puts the box on the bed, Thomas can see that it is full of little vials of liquid Ketamine. He's never seen it before, much less tried it, but it doesn't matter as the printing all over the box and on the vials themselves lets him know these are the real deal.
"Not like that, that will dull the needle." He's getting ready to stick the needle tip right through the rubber stopper on the top of the vial as he's seen done in the hospital and on tv many times, but Kelly stops him. "Do it like this." She breaks off the top of the vial with a snapping sound, then sticks the tip of the needle unimpeded into the solution inside. Drawing up 30 mils, she hands him the rig. "Here you go."
Having exactly zero idea of what to expect, Thomas leans back against the pillows and ties off. His veins are at this point in time still fairly cooperative, so he has no trouble registering a hit. He watches the ribbon of blood spurt up inside the set, then loosens the tie, leaving the needle sticking out of his arm. Then he carefully takes the needle, gently bracing it as he pushes in the plunger, not wanting to push through his vein and into the muscle. He's totally unprepared for what comes next.

Thomas is about to take off
He barely has time to pull the rig out of his arm before hearing an approaching roar, as though the wind outside has gotten into his head, filling his ears with the sound, completely overriding any sensation of cocaine or heroin in him. The sound gets louder and louder, filling him up completely until he think he must be about to explode, but before he can panic he hears a giant ripping sound and he's out of his body, seeing himself and Kelly on the bed beneath him, both lying in a stupor. This is surprising to say the least, but he has no time to dwell upon the weirdness. 
This view lasts but seconds before the air around him grows dark, and he finds himself now surrounded by what look like giant amebas, gesturing with appendages that protrude larger and smaller from the writhing mass of colors that make up their core. He can hear them communicating with one another. He cannot understand what they're saying, and while he's not even sure whether it's about him or not, he's not at all frightened. He feels like he has returned somewhere he vaguely remembers being before, but can't put his finger on when. So enthralled is he with what he's seeing he doesn't consider at the time the "where" of his situation. In hindsight he decides it looked a lot like far outer space, with millions of stars or light nodes of some kind glittering all around him as far as he can see in all directions and dimensions with these creatures floating as though underwater. 
Finally blinking after what feels like hours, he can make out something new beneath him, some sort of design growing large, likes it's rising to meet him or he's descending towards it. He can't be sure which it is. As he, or it, draws closer, he realizes he looking at a timeline, just like something in his junior high school books. It has his past, present, and future all marked out with different colored arrows signifying which is which. He can see where he's been, where he is now, and where he's going, plain as day. An unsettled feeling comes over him as he sees where he is going, but it is still an awe inspiring event. Who made this? Why is he being shown this? How long as he been here? None of this occurs to him to wonder at the time, only later do these questions come to mind. He's locked into a total state of NOW, simply taking in all he sees. The sense of actual time passing is nowhere to be found. 
Then he's suddenly back in his body with no awareness of movement, only that he is now back inside his shell, still very high and unable to move but conscious of the skin between his bones and the bedspread beneath him. Both he and Kelly slowly start to move at almost the same moment, gaining control over their limbs once again, sitting up in the bed and staring groggily at one another.
"What the fuck was that?" Thomas gasps. 
Go to the url above to finish the story.
Or heck, here it is again:
Peace and love.

----- Original Message ----
From: tink <tinkerbell.sarah at gmail.com>
To: The Ibogaine List <ibogaine at mindvox.com>
Sent: Tuesday, December 30, 2008 12:27:55 PM
Subject: Re: [Ibogaine] Ketamine

I shot k once and nearly died.  Horrifying stuff.  I worked with big
cats at a wildlife sanctuary and had access to loads of it. You
couldn't've paid me to touch it after the two experiences I had.  I
know a few club kid casualty types that seemed to never get enough,
though.  One friend, in particular, I've watched go from an engaging,
intelligent, funny man to a shell of his former self. I've never seen
such a rough transition, and so quickly.  He fried a lot of brain
cells in very short order, and now, it's a minor miracle if he even
recognises over half of his friends. It's very sad. He twitches an
awful lot, as well.

On 12/30/08, simon loxton <simonloxton at yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
> There is only one person I know of who could be classed as a ket' addict. He
> had to shoot up constantly otherwise he would experience intense stomach
> pain.
> ________________________________
> From: junkboy <junkboy64 at gmail.com>
> To: The Ibogaine List <ibogaine at mindvox.com>
> Sent: Monday, 29 December, 2008 20:39:09
> Subject: Re: [Ibogaine] Ketamine
> ive never heard of ketamine addiction.. just use..... i could see how it
> could be abused, but i never thought of it as an addictive substance..
> On Mon, Dec 29, 2008 at 4:17 AM, simon loxton <simonloxton at yahoo.co.uk>
> wrote:
> I just wondered why ibogaine would not be suitable for ketamine? Would
> we/you not be dealing with similar underlying issues common to all types of
> addiction?
> .
> ________________________________
>  From: Kevin Walker <kevin at ibogainesa.co.za>
> To: ibogaine at mindvox.com
> Sent: Monday, 29 December, 2008 8:55:43
> Subject: [Ibogaine] Ketamine
> Is there someone on the list that could advise on the following?
> Whilst Ibogaine is not a good match for the treatment of Ketamine addiction,
> would the patient benefit from the Ibogaine treatment with regard to the
> repair of the neurotransmitters as in the case of other substance i.e.
> Heroin and Crack.
> Regards
> Kevin.
> NHP / Dr Kevin Walker (Reg No: 6206429)
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