“The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation.”
— Terence Mckenna
In the lasts 25 years or so, Ayahuasca touring-ism has been in the bloom. Thousands of foreigners comes to Iquitos to get they medication on, with Ayahuasca jungle lodges becomings all the rage.
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So, why is everybody so crazy for this stuff? The Ayahuasca tea has been in ceremononies since forever, with some smartsperts making bold-ass claims like it’s some kind of cure all: depression, mental and emotional issues, alcoholism, tobacco and drug addictions, arthritis, diabetes, flatulence, skin disease, and possibly even the big C.
Sounds nice.
Or maybe some people just wanna gets high as fluck and dream about the nature of the universe floating outta they belly buttons?
So, get comfy all you lotus-eating heathens, time for some smartie-pants drug talk.
The trippy-assed fluck substance in Ayahuasca is dimethyltryptamine. DMT is a powerful fluck-with-your-brain-o-gen, kinda like the good ol’ LSD. Want another trippy fact about DMT? Nature-formed DMT has been found in the precious bodily fluids of people found suffering from severe non-reality interpretating mental diseases like schizophrenia, kinda like when Duck flips out in Lima traffic.
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Richard Strassman, a clinical Psychosmartie pants at the U of Mexico, was the Big Daddy Blunthead on the psychonaut campus for DMT research. In 1990 to 1995, he injects 60 subjects with the DMT joy juice during 400 wacky sessions. Aye. Here is hoping these poor schmucks is volunteers and Strassman ain’t just going around school stickin’ random people for the jollies of it. ‘Haha. Try to study for mid-terms, now, fluckhead!’
Aye. Higher education. Is a blessing and a curse.
So what did Strassman find out about all these wastoids tripping they gonads off? ‘Many subjects claimed “they sensed the presence of a powerful, god-like being or that they dissolved into a radiant light.’ Sounds like fluckin’ science to me.
‘Meanwhile, about 25 subjects says they witnessed alien robots, reptiles and/or insects and even when the hallucinagenic “trip” ended, they could not be convinced that these images weren’t real. After these bad experiences and negative effects, Strassman stopped his research, but he writes about all these good ’n’ high times in his book tittled, “DMT: The Spirit Molecule.”’
So, now you’ve read all this smartie pants drug talk, and you’re like, ‘Alien Robots? Hell, yeah! Where do I signs up?’ What’s an Ayahuasca ceremony actually like?
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Chances is good you will be sitting in a crowded circle smoking a tobacco pipe with a shaman burning sage next to Ayahuasca sludge-filled Fiji water bottles and puke buckets.
And after you’ve stepped up to the psychonaut Amazonian brunch special and pissed the points of no return?
After enjoying some delightful bouts of vomiting and diarrhea, you gets the visual honeypot you came for: a six-hour hallucination.
But, Gus, my life is trippy enough as it is. How wills I tell the difference?
Aye, you will.
“This is the most powerful drug I have ever experienced. Yage is not like anything else. It produces the most complete derangement of the senses.” — William Burroughs, The Yage Letters
This is what’s on the DMT menu: Meaningless Visual “noise”; Strong visions, especially snakes, big cats, insectoid aliens, and goddesses; hearings and sound distortions; altered sensings of the space and time. And if you is really lucky, you get to meets “the mother” in the plant. Word is she’s in the form of a snake, and she will answer your questions about the demeanings of life right as you is shittings your pants.
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And if you has a “bad trip”?
LOTS of diarrhea; LOTS of vomiting; body aches; sweats and the chills; food poisoning-like symptoms; fear and paranoia; feelings that you is lost in your mind; all this fun mixed with the feeling as if you gonna die at any second.
Oopah!
I told Duck he mights just get a little case of the sniffles.
My bads.
Pffffhhhthththaahhh!