Imagine combining a phenethylamine plant teacher such as mescaline-containing peyote, with a tryptamine entheogen like ayahuasca. Why stop there? How about throwing in an NMDA receptor dissociative like ketamine, as well as a k-opioid receptor dissociative-psychedelic entheogen like Salvia. Wow! That sounds like the grand, supreme, master guru of entheogens, does it not?
Ibogaine has all of these characteristics- though it is officially classified as a “complex tryptamine.” The visions can last for days and are often incredibly lucid. I have a friend who journeyed with Ibogaine, and he was completely immersed in other worlds for days.
It’s interesting that the Bwiti ,who use the ibogaine-containg Tabernathe iboga ceremonially, are syncretistic in their belief system. Similarly, ibogaine is seemingly all-encompassing in its pharmacological effects.
This amazing substance is also incredibly stimulating to the nervous system while potentiating morphine analgesia. Because of ibogaine’s effect on so many parts of the brain, and the profound learning experience that comes with it, it has been shown to be incredibly effective at treating an array of addictions from heroine to meth.
To put it in simple terms:
Ibogaine, The Godfather of Entheogens.
The following is a short fictional account of how I felt after an “imagined” ayahuasca journey from several years ago.
I had an experience with ayahuasca last Saturday. There was absolutely no nausea after taking it. I felt incredibly blessed. I was reminded of the perfect design of which we are all a part. I was shown the stuff of creation permeating all things. The beauty of this stuff was so far beyond words like divine, sublime or even ineffable. We are all a apart of this. We are more than just instruments in a cosmic band. It’s as if the music makes the instrument as much as the instrument the music. I’m reminded of a poem by Tagore: “Let this be my parting word, that that which I have seen is unsurpassable, I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus, that expands on the ocean of light, and so I am blessed that this be my parting word, in this playhouse of infinite form, I have had my play and here I have caught sight of him that is formless, my whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch, whose beyond touch, and if the end come here, let it come, let this be my parting word.”
The beauty of the in-between
all-pervasive, but never seen
It’s both here and there
and in the air
yet nowhere at all
that silent call
unspoken truth shouting out loud
pristine clarity doth confound
Only the brave and the true receive its gifts
Deny denial and the veil lifts