Combinations - MDMA & Ketamine

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Swim is interested in trying the combination of MDMA and Ketamine as he has heard that rather beneficial and moving experiences can develop from the resulting synergy. However, there doesn't seem to be much if any information in the forums pertaining to this pairing.

Swim doesn't want to go for K-Hole doses, but rather lower doses of insufflated Ketamine to merge with the MDMA roll. He isn't sure how much K to go for or when the best time is to do it though.






Below are some experience reports I found on the web relating to this combination...

Originally Posted by Why to avoid the K-Hole while rolling, or simply avoid doing 500mg of Ketamine

Let me begin by saying that drugs in Britain are a bit different. Here we buy Ket in 1g wraps which is usually prepared by boiling liquid ket with Glucose. It's usually quite clean and not cut with speed or anything else.

After a mad nights clubbing where I'd done 5 pills we went back to my friends house for one massive K-Sesh. Most of my mates are pretty experienced and I've been doing drugs for about 2 years, but I'd only been doing ket for a couple of months.

The location was perfect for a massive dosage; everybody was loved-up from a good night out so the feeling was warm and friendly. We had quite a big front room so we put some quiet music on and got down to business. Someone brought glasses of orange juice and tea but I declined cos I tend to chuck on Ket. This guy I hardly knew just said 'Hi, I'm John, here, have a pill.' So I had one of his pills (brown-speckled mitzy) and waited to peak on it before doing some ket.

After a couple of lines I sorta felt invincible (a common feeling on Ket I'm told) so I challenged my mate Mr R. to a ket-race. This was fucking stupid but I wanted to and so did he, so fuck the rest of the world. Anyway the floor was pine slats, so I got an entire G (yes, 1 gram) and made a line about 36-40' in length on the floor. It looked seriously bad. Anyway Mr. R started at one end I started at the other. 20 seconds later I had snorted the entire half and Mr R was not far behind.

There was no warning; suddenly I was propelled into the biggest KHole I have ever experienced. No fuck it, It was a K-Abyss. The entire room and all my friends dissolved and I felt alone. I rememeber my KTrip quite well if you let me I'll tell you about it.

The first thing I saw was that I was standing on a small platform suspended above a complete nothingless. then I saw an image of the room kinda floating (try to imagine big cinema screen floating in thin air) Then I heard this really horrible sound (and this I shit u not) and these big robot arms came out of no where and starting ripping it up and tearing it to shreads and then it shattered like a piece of glass. Er, this was the point i thought 'Oh fuck, I'm gonna die now'

The only feeling I got was one of sheer terror. Here I was stuck in my own personal hell with no-one for company.

The rest is sketchy but I certainly remeber hallucinating my own death. Basically I started to fall deeper and deeper into nothingless (kinda like that bit on 'Bill'n'Teds bogus journey' when they fall into hell but a hell of a lot worse) and then I hit something hard and I saw myself impaled on this great big steel spike that just appeared out of nowhere. There was blood everywhere. I was screaming in both my trip and in the real world (so my friends tell me)

The trip lasted about 2 hours and when I came to the whole room was just spinning uncontrollably. I felt sick, weak and very upset.

I don't rememeber the rest. I still sometimes get flashbacks. Although I continue to pill, I've never touched Ket again.

Originally Posted by A Better Experience

Ecstasy and ketamine. An odd combo. After a long period of X, I found I could no longer enjoy it. I began to hate the feelings (once I came down), hated the way I acted on it, even got sick at the thought of taking it. LSD, well, I just got to a point where I couldnt trust myself on it and became to often paraniod. Then came K. Well, you know, it was great. Typical K experiences.

One night I was convinced to take E, and of course falling into old addictions, had to have a booster. Hmm..now a few hours later I wanted another. My wonderful girlfriend/soulmate, advised me not to...she knew my hangovers well. She recommended some K. Wierd I thought...but okay. Zinng! Something very different. Almost like a strong DXM trip without the bad side effects or possible unpleasant psychological state. The effects came on quickly. I expected simply K, but all of a sudden, a vibrating and loud shredding noise. Almost like a tablecloth tearing. I grabbed for my girlfriend saying something, then began to fall through her and into her. Slowly turning into a pile of ooze and maybe being sucked into her ear or mind.

'WELCOME BACK!' no words, but a strong sense that I was being welcomed home. This place was familiar. This was my world I had created on DXM. Accept it was happy. All the spirits were glad to see me back and showed me that all the old places were still okay. What a fool I had been, away for so long. I had convinced myself that human life was real...what a fool. After seeing my old places and friends I decided to go deeper. Maybe the E, removed my fear and let me explore further. I realized that I was not just in this world. But I was this world. I saw myself as a purple translucent hindu figure with 4 arms. I must have been on my back at this point flailing my arms.

My motion controlled all the energy of this world. Dancing made things flow. Arms and legs pumping life and circulating positive beauty throughout this world. A cosmic dance. As I came down I lost this imagery and had the typical astral projection, time travel, hear thoughts, throw energy balls, pull energy from the air, be hit by energy bolts, psychic dissociative experience, and when finally down I felt invigorated, shocked by the experience, but I felt alive. They say K causes an ego death that is very healthy. I felt it, I knew the world and how it worked. I was alive. A wonderful right of passage. This would have to be retested.

Originally Posted by A Better Experience Part #2: Not As Good This Time

So months later I try it again. Would it be consistent?

I go through the two pills of e. Okay time for the k. I take a fairly big line. And I will have done a few more throught the night every few hours...but the times are sketchy, so let me just draw the experience. I am back in the real world. I am warmly welcomed, but this time they expected me back..maybe they were concerned the first time I had abandoned them....dissociatives(dxm) and I had some differences...and k alone never returned me. The people told me what they wanted, and as I flew above them I created towers and buildings out of energy. I saw wonderful octopi flying about.

A brief interlude, then a change of scenery. I am in my friend's apartment. Their is some nervousness. Why? Ah, they are about to try a new friend, DMT. I feel very shaman like at this point. In fact I see myself as a shaman...sometimes even in real life. There are two new faces here. I decide it will be best to reside on the astral place to protect them all from evil spirits and energy...fear perhaps. Again all is motion. Dancing and pulling energy from the air, pushing goodness into the minds and room as they try their new substance. I see visions of giant centipede and jungles...am I seeing their trip I wonder? We all return to the living room and discuss things.

I decide its time for a bit more k. This is where I go over the top. Everything shreds. I truly believe I have gone too far this time. I still cannot believe a mind can come back from some of the things that it does. I wonder if there is a breaking point. The rooms spins, but not as it would for a drunk. The motions seem familiar, as if the room was spinning in some fashion that I had always known, deep in my DNA, but was ignorant for not reocgnizing. I approach a god state. People are not people, there is nothing but a spining room texture mapped onto a spinning cube. Everything becomes waves. No people here, these images are simply light waves interacting. No seperation between things, all is one. The couch was my friend was this stranges arm, etc.

Then I realized it. Oh my god! What a delusion. I am god..why am I so nuts as to think that this is separate and that is a person. And I've lost it so much that I talk to myself..haha. I think Im people? I talk to myself as if I was someone else! haha. I start to come down a bit..but time sequence is way off. I think 'he will stand up and go to the kitchen' he does..wow..I am in control, I guess we are all the same. 'he will say this' he does....this combo must do some real weird things with time sequencing in the brain. Soon I begin to recognize things, carpet, tables...and I know Ive been here before...how sad...I was returning to ignorance. But still amazed my mind could make it. And as I spoke of these things I grew ever sadder, realizing that the people I was with, although I believed it at the time, did not share my experience. How sad, k alwyas makes us think that everyone is there with us...how I wish they were.. they had enjoyed their dmt...I doubt Ill try it though.. what fun is being popped into a world for 15 minutes when you can be the god of your world for a few hours?

sorry for the poor description of the visuals and mentals of the trip, but they do not correspond to normal thought and can only be understood I think with the added chemicals. Im sure you can relate though. enjoy..and be careful..this combo just sounds extra deadly And I would advise moderation...keep it special, keep it spiritual, and dont lose it by doing it too often. Let us look out for each other.

Originally Posted by The Fire of Love and Trust Banishing Demons and Pain

I thought often of my breathing, wanting to focus on it because of my problem with asthma. I felt disembodied -- it was hard to tell whether I was breathing or whether my heart was beating. I would draw in my breath consciously -- not knowing how long it had been since I last did that. At one point I worried that I would have to go to the hospital because I had stopped breathing. I decided that if that happened that I could handle it. There was no experience of fear.
My lover asked me to consider whether I had asked myself the question, "Do I deserve love?" I had never considered it in that way before. I realized that I wasn't sure. I experienced strong somatic effects when considering this idea, feelings of contraction in my gut. Not unpleasant. I began to feel that my breathing problems were connected with my fear of "doing the wrong thing," which would lead to loss of love.

I realize that this fear permeates my life, veritably smothering me. My lover told me he loved me for who I was, not what I did. Somehow this thought brought sadness. I had the thought quite a few times that there must be some reason other than me, myself, that I was loved -- for example it was karma, or that I was loved in spite of myself.

I began to have strong waves of feeling blessed, that I was incredibly fortunate to do the sessions, to be able to open up my heart and mind and look inside without the usual barrier of fear.

Post-session realizations:

The fire of love and trust will banish the demons of fear and pain. I had very old, childhood pain of abandonment by my father. The worst part was not knowing what had happened, and never seeing him again. I have had no trust that any man that I love would stay. I feel that I'm easily forgotten. I feel bad that my father forgot all about me. I realized that my father left because he was unhappy. I did not do anything to cause that. I did not create it, Mom did not create it; if anything Mom and Dad together co-created the problem. They both were doing what they thought was best. Dad probably thought that it was better for the kids if he did not come and visit. I forgave him for making this mistake. I forgave Mom for what she did and for not explaining.

I usually fear that the abandonment will happen with the man I love, that he will find someone with whom he would rather be than me. I experience this pain and fear when he doesn't call when he said he would, or when I can't find him. I fear that, like my father, I will never see him again.

I am now sure that the man I live with will continue to exist when I don't see him or hear from him. I now know that we have a special connection that will never be broken, even after we die.


§ Set: therapeutic, self-exploratory.
Setting: at home, with partner as sitter.
Catalyst: 150 mg MDMA plus 100 mb Ketamine simultaneously.

Originally Posted by The Continuous Embrace of Shiva-Shakti

At the beginning of the Adam experience there was the usual dance, but the visuals were far less. Then deep breathing began. My experience of this was far deeper and more prolonged than before. Then I began something that might be called "toning" ; this was a new experience. I would sing one low tone for what seemed an interminable time. I can remember feeling this vibration in my solar plexus and in my abdomen. I then sang another note which was higher, again for a very long time, and again part of my body resonated to this vibration. This time it was my solar plexus and heart.

Then the song began. At first it was similar to an American Indian chant, although it was more lyrical; then it became more like a mediaeval minstral, or the song of a troubador; then it had the feeling of some Middle Eastern place. Finally the song became English and it was a love song to the Earth: both the planet and my body. Magma, fire, and earth were the elements emphasized, and they seem to be the most operative elements in me. Magma is the conjunction of the opposites fire and earth. When I think about this, I see the Sun and the Earth. It is as though fire represents spirit, as in the Holy Spirit, and tongues of fire. Incidentally, my favorite holy day, Pentecost Sunday, the descent of the Holy Spirit, was celebrated the following day.

After the song, the image of the key came up. There was a discussion of responsibility (ability to respond) and my feelings about my body. My sense of responsibility has been excessive and burdensome. The key is a key and a lock, which unlocks the separation of spirit and body, allowing God to come in through the whole body. It is also the symbol of Osiris, the djed pillar. At this point, after tracing the symbol of my body, I felt the heat coming up my back for the first time.

Then the ketamine session began.

When the guide adjusted my hands so that my arms were perfectly crossed over my chest, I saw a golden green casket in the form of a sarcophagus. I realized that I have been trapped in that casket almost all of my life -- in the sarcophagus of excessive responsibility and other programmings. In effect, in many ways, I have been dead. Also, I have given pieces of myself away, scattered like Osiris; and I have lost my phallus to the crocodiles, my shadow symbol. I have seen the body and sex especially as unpleasant, disturbing, an experience to be avoided. It is also as though I'm waiting for an Isis (Aphrodite, Ishtar, Astarte) to make a golden phallus for me, to help me transmute my ideas and experience of sex and of the body.

Then I became extremely hot and I saw my flesh melting away, leaving bare bones that also melted away (this sequence was in bright colors). It was then that I felt that I was cosmic orgasm. I was "nothing and everything." I was united with everything. The melting of the body seems to be the melting of old forms within the body, samskaras. After this, I felt free and released.

When I was dissolving I saw a huge vortex moving into itself like a wave breaking. The vortex covered my whole visual space. It was of pastel colors, pale blue, pink, and lavender, and it seemed to have a texture with it. At the same time I felt that I was the vortex. I was neither going into the vortex nor going out of it -- I was turning into myself. This was a most sensuous experience. Yet sensuousness does not come close to describing this experience. What come to mind is that this is the experience of pure consciousness and of energy merging. This was a creation, a cosmic orgasm.

The guide asked me, "Who are you?" My response, after a long pause and in a voice that I could not possibly recognize, was "I am the one and only." My associations to this are that the Monad is the ultimate god from which everything emanates. My feeling is that of an extraordinary primal being.

I seemed to continue to work with this. Next I said, "I am the King of the Dance." I again had a feeling for this but concepts and words were hard to find. The obvious relationship is the "healing dance" I do in these sessions. The healing dance is the result of the release of energies, the dissolving of energy blocks so that perhaps in some way I can heal through these energies.

Finally, I said, "This is the most egotistical statement: I am God." At some levels I know and accept that I am God, but the negative programming, ego, etc., always pop in to hinder this being completely actualized. Some part of me will not let myself become enlightened.

Immediately after I said that I was God, I had an image of three necklaces. All three formed circles, one raised above the other. I couldn't see what the topmost necklace was made of, because all that I could see was a brilliant, clear light. The second was made of brilliant rainbow lights, but the third was made of intricately and ornately designed purple stones. To me this seems to be a visualization of the three statements of "who are you?" The uppermost one of brilliant white or clear light is the "I am the one and only." The second brilliant rainbow seems to relate to "I am the King of the Dance" and the purple stones relate to "I am God, the Self."

I had an image of a giant and beautiful vagina in the sky. My previous image of the vagina was as a huge black hole that could suck me in. Ibis relates to the "open womb," the fear of being sucked back into a state of undifferentiation, the mother complex, etc. The vagina in this session was beautiful, it was of luscious pink, orange, and red colors. It glistened and had pearly drops of moisture on it. Somehow I relate its shape to a heart and I relate it to the painting of Venus rising from the sea, standing upon an iridescent seashell. My head is drawn to it when I look at it and it is exciting. The idea of oral sex had always been revolting to me before, but not now.

I am fire and earth. My spirit is fire, inspirational, intuitional, father fire. My body is earth, material, sensory, maternal earth. The two together are magma, explosive and powerfully moving, the center of earth existence and the center of my existence. It is my heart where the spirit and body meet. My heart is magma -- the love energy that attracts and acts, the love energy that cannot be stopped, that reshapes the earth, that will not change from its course. It is a power that transforms.

Creation is a continuing cosmic orgasm. Creation does not mean coming from nothing, rather it is the continuous outpouring of the "One and Only." It is the expansion of the "one and only" into consciousness and energy. It is the continuous embrace of Shiva-Shakti, both as one and two. As one and as two it is ecstasy. This continuous cosmic embrace and ecstasy are continuously reenacted, echoed between lovers and by one who loves himself. The realized one, or saint, is always in this cosmic embrace.

Love is not a burden. Love is lightness, joy. The experience that I have had of love is that it is heavy, it is difficult, it is painful, it has meant responsibility, it has meant taking care of someone. All of that has burned away and these things are not the essence of love. Love is a spontaneous outpouring and a spontaneous reception. It is delight, play. It is not entrapment, but freedom. It is the freeing of my Self.

The feeling of freedom (being out of the Osiris casket) and of being together (parts reassembled) continues. I now realize that I can do almost anything I want -- I can freely respond to situations and circumstances. The constrictions I felt before are no longer around.

The greengold casket was transmuting, just as the training in "responsibility" has been preparing me for the ability to respond. The demands that have been made upon me, which in many cases I have blindly accepted, have developed in me the capacity to respond. Now this ability to respond is detached from the programming, and I am really free to use this ability.

During the ketamine session I had the experience of being a totally clear observer of what was happening. I also felt completely stable. The two together seemed to be an experience of enduring absolutely pure consciousness.


§ Set: therapeutic, meditative
Setting: at home, with male and female guide/therapists
Catalyst: 150 mg MDMA; 3 hours later, 100 mg Ketamine

There are some experiences to look over, though they don't really tell swim enough.


So who's kittyflipped, how did they do it, and what did they think of it?