GROUP DMT (with Syrian Rue) TRIP JULY 4th-5th '01

This trip was a culminative experience of The HarleQuintet's wondrous desert journeys in Central Australia, as a part of the Earthdream 2001 convoy. Our adventures leading up to this may be viewed HERE.

As Kestral was about to catch a bus back to Melbourne, we decided to do our long-postponed desert 4 hour DMT and syrian rue trip on the Wednesday night (July 4th) instead of the full moon peak and lunar eclipse on Thursday. The alignment of the sun with Sirius and start of the 'dog days' on the 4th seemed an apt enough time.
We trekked out to a beautiful little dell halfway up a stone ridge, overlooking the valley near the Claypan Earthdream camp outside Alice Springs. Amordios and Jess came with us although not partaking, as the guardians. Evan (Malkuth), Kestral (Yesod) and myself (Tiphereth) drank the bitter syrian (dog days!) rue brew then swallowed some DMT 30 mins or so later. After chanting the chakra tones together and meditating for some time nothing seemed to be happening in terms of altered states other than the usual buzz from chanting and pranic breathing.
Eventually the DMT effect began to gradually creeeppp in but beyond a few fleeting visuals (Evan saw jackal-headed pterodactyls!) but after a wonderful vocal harmonic journey, we still didn't progress into the full state expected. Rather, the sensations began to subside again...

This was pretty disappointing, as we had been abstaining from coffee and various foodstuffs for 24 hours or so before the trip, and were expecting a major shift.
I realized eventually that I had made a mistake in not crushing the syrian rue seeds before boiling and steeping -last time they had already been powdered.
So I began to crush up the seeds for a re-brew, even adding some more DMT to the mix in case the first lot was already leaving our systems.
Kestral opted out of this re-brew, feeling that our systems had already started fighting it, and a bit queasy still from the first syrian rue (an inhibitor of the MAO -part of our immune system- to allow the DMT to activate when ingested rather than smoked). Considering Evan's subsequent reaction to the second brew, this was perhaps a wise decision.

Kestral returned to the claypan camp. I drank some of the new brew (the syrian rue tasted much stronger this time) and passed it to Evan. He also indulged but promptly threw up straight after sculling it, which immediately made him completely sober.
I felt nauseous also but managed to hold it down for about twenty minutes or so, during which time I began to trip out about three or four times as much as previously. This delighted me, as a swirl of strange visuals and sounds corruscated into/out of my mindscape. I began to giggle. However I kept feeling distracted by my urge to vomit. There was a good mouthful of the re-brew left, which I knew would activate the urge, and I struggled against an increasing alienation from the physical plane to drink it, knowing the DMT had entered my bloodstream so I could now empty my stomach.
As I proclaimed aloud my intent to quoff the bitter brew -in an attempt to facilitate the difficult process- Evan, prostrate by the fire, mumbled something about not the body's wisdom in rejecting the stuff. Heedless, I cried, 'Well here's to foolishness then!' and drank the last of it, plunging over the cliff as it were...
Predictably, I immediately followed this with three or four large lurching strides to the edge of the dell and heaved it and more back up.
However as expected I continued to trip, having kept most of it down long enough for full assimilation. What followed for the next hour or so was about half strength of a full DMT trip. This proved perfect for the time:
Being 'at the gate' rather than shoved through it provided a wonderful opportunity for conscious exploration of the relations between the DMT realms and normal reality. I found that rather than being on an out of control carnival ride of intricate hallucinations of non-euclidian geometry that I could barely fathom let alone enscapsulate in that thing we call in this dimension 'memory' as on a full dose; I could manipulate the space I was in quite readily on this half dose. With various sonic frequencies I was able to plunge deeper into the regions of the DMT realms, then withdraw at will. Most importantly, I was able to maintain a thread of normal 'observer' consciousness throughout. Thus I was able to more readily find keys to unlock those gates later without ingestion of DMT, especially via sound. My vocal harmonics had developed intensely over the whole Earthdream desert journey this year, and now they were catapulted into new dimensions which I have since retained. I also recalled an old song of mine about the Aztec Goddess Coatlicue, Goddess of a Thousand Serpent Skirts. This is their rather vital depiction of the Earth Mother!
So while this trip may not have been as mind-blowingly out there as expected, it was certainly more useful!
It was a shame that the group trip planned didn't fully eventuate, but even on the initial mild dose some interesting connections and communications went down, and we still all feel to initiate a further exploration of these realms later.
Throughout the night Amordios had busily scrawled notes and sketched diagrams, earthing the gathering's strange babble and rampant idea-bouncing into a project idea we had previously briefly discussed for a large 8-day festival called 'Exodus' in northern NSW over new year 2001-2002. This project, now being earthed also into a Ritual Opera in Melbourne, is a complex musico-magickal device called The Choronzon Machine. Amordios, in his sub-Malkuthian way, prepared several sketches and diagrams that night for an actual vehicle for the festival to house the concept - a mechanical wonder of cogs and wheels which so happened to look just like the arrangement of the sephiroth on the Tree of Life, although he then had little conscious knowledge of the Tree. What is more, Amordios actually has the mechanical and practical faculties to actually build such an elaborate initiatory vehicle.
That morning I also recalled my understanding on my previous winter solstice 4-hr DMT and syrian rue trip ( http://www.crossroads.wild.net.au/23.htm ) of the correlation between the 32 forms of Ganesh (as lord of the categories) and the 32 paths and spheres of the Tree of Life, 'elephant' being an anagram (almost!) of 'alphabet' (the Hebrew one fitting on the tree). Then I thought about Aion, my initiator into the Adinath tradition, who had later helped formulate this concept about Ganesha. Dadaji, Aion's initiator into the adinath tradition, later came up in conversation that strange morning. Imagine my delight then when days later I discovered it was Guru Purnima, the Hindu day of celebrating one's mentors, that 5th of July morning, and that Aion had celebrated the event by pouring some of Dadaji's ashes on a Ganesha statue guarding his new Yurt temple!

After my impassioned greeting of the rising Sun upon return to (relatively) normal reality, Amordios, Evan and I were on a creative roll well into the daylight hours, until eventually returning to the claypan.


Kestral had already left for town to catch his bus that evening. It was another funny subconscious move that he had booked his bus for that night, as he occupies the lunar throne of Yesod in the 11-star working: the moon was to leave the sight of the sun and the earth (microcosmically, Evan and I myself in Malkuth and Tiphereth) that night with the full moon lunar eclipse, visible only from Australia and New Zealand.



After half a day of rest and sleep, I admitted that I still had a craving for a more thorough immersion in the DMT realms, that kind of total wraparound otherworldly visual scape of wierdness that seems (as yet) unattainable by other means of gnosis. The visible lunar eclipse seemed the ideal window for such a journey, albeit via the more brief and less preparation-intensive means of smoking rather than eating DMT.
So Evan, Lauren and myself grabbed some blankets and candles and headed out to a small cave in the cliffside not far from the claypan, as the moon's light began to wane in the shadow of the earth.
An eerie half-light was cast over the beautiful minimal desert landscape as the moon was eclipsed (not totally, about three). We were perched at the mouth of the small cave, able to look in and also up at the starry sky and shadowed crescent above.

Evan went first and somehow managed to again not get a full hit. Perhaps only when he leaves the throne of the physical plane will he be able to go!
We wondered if the DMT and syrian rue were still too in our system from the night before, but my turn quickly disqualified that possibility:
Full and complete immersion was immediate and profound. I was surrounded by mandalas of animated intricacy and vividness that make LSD experiences look like a blank piece of paper by contrast. However, presumably as a resuly of my purposeful working of the milder dose the night before, I was still able to maintain a thread of observer consciousness even through the full intensity of this visit. I stared carefully at one of the little devices within a shimmering mandala of vibrant colour and pattern, looking at its incredible detail of countermovement within movement with avid wonderment.
Upon return I was afire with inspiration. Chanting and roaring ecstatically, I heard my cries echo off the opposite cliffside and through the valley. A few minutes later, as if in reply, I heard a bunch of Earthdreamers down in the claypan baying at the still-partially-eclipsed moon. By this stage I had leapt up onto the great rocks above the cave and was prowling about in primal smilodon-form to earth back into my body.
Lauren also had an intense smoke, her second visit to the sentient pattern morphing weirdness of DMT, and returned also joyous with the moon almost back too. We sat back and watched Her return to round luminous fullness above, exultant.


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