Iboga/Ibogaine treatments/experiences'

[Motumba]

Hi all,

My name is Motumba'
I work with Iboga/Ibogaine with folks that are trying to beat or get a handle on serious addiction syndromes'

I'll give you link to a site of where you can get more info'

www.ibogaine.co.uk

Options for treatment page will give you a list of treatment providers world wide'
For myself I was addicted to everything for 23 years H methadone, coke, meth, benzos, anti-depressants, calcium channel blockers and alcohol'

I shan't harp on, I will leave all of this up to yourselves to decide about'
Suffice to say I worked all my kinks out and am now able to help others'

Here is some if my experience with this most amazing teacher plant'

This is five years ago'

I flew to Europe.
After being interviewed by a journalist from Nova TV on the Monday morning.

I took 1.2 gram of Iboga Extract, as a test dose at 11 am.
I lay and played with the internal visuals for about three hours, then took a flood dose of a further 4 grm of Iboga 5x Extract.

I wrote this as an account of my experience. Very shallow compared to what actually happened over about 78 days, but I hope you get the picture.

I have added bits, as my memory of the experience is still very vivid and I am now able to slow down enough to write coherently.



Hello all,
My name is Motumba' and I have just completed Iboga treatment. Ok I know it is not what you want to here, but, yes I did it for addiction to Opiates. As to there being other entheogenics that would do the same for addiction as Ibo, sorry there is not. I looked and tryed everything to beat the retardent withdrawal of Methadone.
Fly garic shrooms work well, but they are not strong enough to get you through the tree top affect and get you past the pain threshold, also they do not last long enough. Amanita is a most wonderful pain killer.

Before Iboga and trying to get past Opiate withdrawals, I ate nearly 20 grms of Amanita and only managed to fall asleep for 3 hours, and get relief from the incessant pain for 8 hours.

One hell of a high dose of Muscamol. I did not get any visuals internal or otherwise. The poor shrooms had all there work cut out trying to get past the Methadone. Mushrooms work well for a little habit, but when it comes to Methadone an H', only Ibo is strong enough.
As for personal insight and self awareness, the Iboga is the tool.
My experience was of a 53 hour experience, then slowly but surely a rising of energy that was sustained by good food and water. You would not take it for pleasure.
As to taking it for self exploration, I think that you would have to be guided and prepared to just accept and forgive. A bit like taking Aya-huasca, but you must be prepared for all kinds of personal conflict. I have taken and used many entheogens in my life, but no experience gets even near to the extremes that Iboga gets you. OTT Extreme.
I ingested 5.2 grams of Extract, and experienced a very colourful internal scenery, at first something like an archway with blood dripping down in droplets and then slowly changing to all the colours of the rainbow. A bit like Tetris, but dissolving into what seemed like earth at the bottom alive and writhing. I found it best to keep the eyes closed as the visuals are quite nasty. Black, red and white jagged triangles, and lots of leaves and trees.
As I tried to cope with not chucking up the flood dose, by lying on my back in the dark and breathing through the nausea, the experience got stronger as I fought with the nausea. As I breathed my consciousness breathed and expanded, rolling slowly but surely outward, until I became as a flat universe of reds and browns. I became a universe, expanding and spiraling, centred around a black hole. Clouds as my feelings thoughts and emotions rolled through this flat plain like imminent storms, rolling and folding amongst each other.
The only real way to explain this is. The lasers in night clubs, that fire a flat beam/triangle across the club, pink and red with smoke rolling through the lights.
I seemed to be lying flat, face down above this plain, and traveling across it at great speed. I travelled across the central black vortex of the centre, looked in, backed off and travelled on. I remember looking and saying to myself. Not here for this. Unknown. Un-chartered. Not fear, but, not here to get lost. I felt the vortex suck at me and I glimpsed many masks, faces, women, children, white wispy birds, spiraling down and in. As I looked I felt, entities pull gently at me. I backed off and traveled to the edge of my consciousness, the edge of my universe. Stood, like a warrior at the edge of time on sentry duty. Many many more spiraling universes surrounded me, but each was to far a distance for me to step off of my edge and reach. I turned and travelled back.
I was in the jungle. Every animal conceivable galloped across the ground below me and the noise was awesome. Birds, monkeys, insects. I remember leaning against a tree and peering at the sun through the lofty heights of trees and vines. The sunlight seemed to dapple me, sparkle and dance through the leaves, like water in a bubbling stream. I felt like a wet pebble being carressed by warm bubbling earthy water. Birds everywhere aloft.
I saw many little black children with little square hats on there heads and oyster shells at the side of their eyes,. Each had a stick in the right hand and they where running through the trees, prancing, dancing and singing and herding many many little furry animals in front of them. The forest floor was absolutely writhing in little fury animals.
When I roared at the jungle, a massive tree came out of my mouth., and I seemed to melt and mold as one with all the life of the jungle.
Everything was writhing with life. I was surrounded by trees vines bushes and what seemed like every living thing on the planet, surrounded me and slowly carressed my inner being. I came across a pool (same one I used to fish when a child) and peered in at the baby Carp. (This was a special place for me as a child). I tentatively lent forward and touched the water and got flooded with bitter sweat and loving memories. All of them making me. I folded out through the surface of the pool and felt as if I was the pool and me all at the same time.
I had lots of visions of my childhood, but the real experience started about a week after.
The Iboga reduced me to an Atom, moleculed me, divided my cells (showed me conception) then split me into Seven and then made me do everything in threes.
Hand, heart, mind.
Three days into the second week, I was lying in my bath, and I had the mental impression of being born and having my umbilical cord cut. Being dragged from the warmth into a harsh white and cold and painful place.
Another reason for my exploration with Iboga was that I did not know my mother as she gave me up at birth. Having a propensity for Opiates, I wondered if my mother gave me up at birth, because she was an addict and I was born addicted to Opiates.
The initial three weeks of pain and chaos was identical (Iboga showed me) to the blinding pain and shock I experienced at birth. So I got my answer.
The personal conflict was immense. It was as if I had been crucified, mentally, and if I tried to go against my conscience I got disaplined. With feelings of imminent (Stop, non existence, self imposed fear. (Death of my body) I do not fear death as we do not die, but transcend into a spiritual form, when we leave this vessel. My conscience even threatened to kill me if I took Valium again. A very heavy kind of yes. no game, that if I tried to go against, I got slapped hard.) I took a moggy one night to get some greatly needed sleep, and after ninety minutes the Iboga had me out of bed, naked and drumming on a stool in my hall way. I remember trying to not be directed by this force, but found it totally impossible, even to the point of being hit with blinding lightning and thunder that made me shake and rattle uncontrollably. I did not disobey again. Immense power.
I have studied the bible most of my life, but to actually live the text as it is written was heavy.
I spent three days on my bathroom floor being fed honey and bread and tea, by my wife.
I had to eat every two hours otherwise the Iboga makes you feel like you are going to die.
My revelations lasted well over six weeks, and I can still get up with good food and water.
I wrote a lot of the stuff down whilst I was Iboga nutted, so if anyone would like a read, give me a shout please. It is nearly 8 weeks since my sesh and I am still out in the cosmos.
As to taking Iboga for self exploration, I would do it. My views have changed, cos I only used the plant to heal me of very bad programing. The spirit is calling me, the spirit of the plant, now I am acquainted, is nudging me. I still dream of my experience. And after awaking I seem to get the impression of that I am not alone. Memory.

Freaking naturally.
Some 8 weeks later and I could still feel the iboga. I was completely gone for 6 weeks+.
When I was a child I had the same openness and psychic energy, but I was scared of it.
Now I can use these abilities and feel very calm and at peace in knowing there is nothing to FEAR.
The point of taking Iboga for the Addiction of Opiates is that the Iboga rewires the synapses and enables one to get over the retardant withdrawal syndrome very quickly. What would take some three years is achieved in 7 weeks.
When I iboga'd I was only 8 stone 3lb, I now weigh 12 stone 4lb. I work in a gym and am amazingly fit. I am studying to be a nutritionist and am also learning Sports massage.
To get oneself emotionally, mentally, spiritually sorted after 23 years of hell is not done naturally, by just giving up.
I still have problems with pain in my back from a bike accident years back, but I do not take drugs anymore for the pain. Baths exorcise and meditation. I have been taught to radiate warmth to the pained areas and am able through my meditations to lose the conciousness of my body. I have learnt to listen to my body and allow my life and energies to flow like water.
I have a great compasion for my fellow man. Espesially those that require guidance and assistance.
I pray that this is of interest to you, as it is very good for me to keep looking back apon my experience, a kind of solid anchoring. Memoy serves to bring Iboga closer to my heart and mind and also gives me great insight into me and the world around me.


Wow heavy flood of emotions, going back through that, but somehow reassuring, as a sign that the pain and distress is over.

Six months after taking Iboga I am still going through a kind of gathering process, simulating, kind of like bubbles returning to me that have been blasted outward into the cosmos and are slowly returning to me.
The most astounding thing is that memory of my Iboga sesh puts me back intouch with the spirit of this wonderful plant and makes my hair stand on end with incredible power.

Ieeehyaaa!!!

Wow what a journey and it isn't over yet.

Love and light, Peace and life.
Love Motumba;')~~~



That was my first exerience of this most wonderful plant'
I have never craved anything ever since'
She white walled all my body memeory of drugs, dettaching my emotion

from my body'


Here is another experience, of myself after much experience with this plant'
In order to help others it is essential that one knows of what is going on'

So I now know Iboga/Ibogaine very well'


It is earley in the day now and I go to lay in my bed. The light in the room is a candle set by a mirror, curtains drawn. Cossy quiltt and cussionsspread.
The fan is real noisy, no that must be a plane flyingh as well.
No something diffferent, higher pitched.
I lay very still, eyes closed and stare intently into the darkness.

The sound I come to realise is the air rushing through my nostrils, making a sound like it is being succed up a pipe. The other noise as if all sound is being wipped through a vortex tunnel.
The pitch grows slightly and then dissapeares, to be replaced by the inner clickings of a clock in a draw somewhere in the house.
A colidoscope of red yellows and blues explodes within my minds eye, tunneling outwards, with increasing speed.
I notice this time my guide to be Aya.
She showing me the way as if I had partook of the bitter tea.
Dots appear, tiny red flecks, gliding smoothly along an alotted path, spread out upwards, twisted.
Like two plug holes draining joined in the middle of eyes horizon, at bottoms, turning one left downwards and one right up.

Twist for twist from land to sky.

Golden flecks dance amongst the reds, spinning endlesssly on at a steady rate showing only a desire to continues upwards to create a sky, the lower as if being sucked from the ground.
This thing is colossas, as if made from water, gliding effortlesssly upwards, like spouting water in the air and allowing it to cover
the whole sky area of earth with fine moister air.
The white birds circle this column of pure thunderous energy.

I shifty my view and realise there is light around me, golden grey light that aluminates a wall to my left, utop of which appreares Wooden beams, slowly and more clearly, with each intent look I can make what seems like chinese lanterns flowing by lazily onward.
As if kites with a purpose.
Blues greens and yellows, but they are not chinese of picture design, but symiliar in that they seem to be drawn with a brush.
The whole ceiling covered in timber plankin, with large wet black iron oak roof beems between. The bricks are of redidsh clay, covered in baddly kempt whitewash, everything is seen to be kept in good repair, but old.

I turn and look and a rocking chair sits dimly lit from the candle.
I gaze at it's polished surface, hand warmed wood.
Well cared for.
Golden yellow brown grain within the surface extreemly fine.
The back of the chair is held up with two twists of wood, utop placed a cussion, white faun with slight rose flowers. All the wood is polished and cared for.
The chair sits motionless hanging there.
Vibrantely alive, but somehow out of reach, I turn and open my eyes for a better view and am struck by jagged triangles and strange black brown red forms hanging in the air, like some grotesque sideshow bat that has been all twisted.

A blink in my bottom right veiw window reveals me.
Myself standing and looking, smear paint upon my face and spear in hand.
Hair sluck back with clay
Slowley I crack a big smile and dissapear into the woods.
Vanish, gone.

I gaze around at a new room from a strange perpective, as if obstructed from standing, my body half merged in the floor
There hangs at each other wall red flowing curtains. They flow softly in an unfelt breeze. I can see the fineness of the cloth, there is a coat of arms on each side holding cups and swords, two horses and fifteen lancers, eight to the right and seven on the left. The coat of arms seems familiar with me, the two horses raised as if to great.
The curtains hang on lances as flags, with the pole running through hoops in the cloth, black lance pole against crimson red. Gold trim about the edge.

There stands a dark wood cabinet, flat front little design. Curved feet outwards. Atop this also stands an excuiisite vase, garnened in strings of pearls, purples, plumb blues, deep ocur reds. The porcelain white and aged, but clean and vibrant. The colours look fresh as if to pick the grapes and taste. I lean foreward and can see the blue grain cracks running through the glazed surface. The detail is astounding. The vase is painted with desighns of children playing at picnic and little birds sitting in a tree. One bird blue the other red, turned face to face with each other as if to kiss.

I peer at the corner of the mirror and a face appears as if from behind a curtain or veil of vines. It is me, my face marked for hunting, my hair smeared with mud, spear in hand. I looking intently into my left eye and promtly turn and walk away. Not a chance of a question, as I cryed inwardly "Wait!"

African tribesmen come and line up infront of me, begining to demand attention.
Big rounded shoulders and wastes from over indulgence living, they loom their way over.
Faces distorted and mangled, teeth hanging out and eyes ooziung puss
Politely say "go to the back of the line and I will speek with you later, they turn and leave.
Only linger more persistently if I gaze at them to long.
Otherwise people seem to flow past me at ease, smiling.
Children holding their dolies with frilled bonnets, lady holding one hand for care, usher along, one couple of many. Some come and sit and play infront of me, there faces goshtly and grotesque with decay, all seem to say one message "Be blessed" a beauty held also.

Some come and jear and sneer trying to scare me as such, they are asked firmly to go, with respect, they leave.

Upon the ceiling large flower like lantshades sit, motionless and serene, Cream white petals sit as if real, a dusk light shining around.

A very large cone now sits to my left and the ground is moving again, everything as if to be made of concrete, closer inspection ether, no substance to hold.

I glide on.

A large silver birch tree stands with branches stretched with tips just flowering, set against a red glowing sky, but Autum.
A seriel kind of saddnes all held together with love.

I hear whispers of "Blessings'"

We are all the same.

A young lady dances, twisting and twirling endlessly around and around. Spinning like a top, not to fast not to slow, all connected to this spinning rock we live on.

I follow the path and see grand cannion walls clearing off in the distance as if like a runweay for aeroplanes or space craft.
These great walls are arcqutectured with large angular sides, swooping in long grey silver tendlrels.
Sun flower,
it's head turned downwards sitting as if waiting, for water, sun maybe.

Yes yes we love the sun.

The children sing.

Laughter carries to the air and I view ladies passing, skirts pleated, reds, purples, blues of many tones. Hair done classy.
They laugh and lean over one another to confide.

To my left there hangs a picture of frame and children sitting and playing at picnic, th picture is alive, animated, the children seen to move, there is a vibrant chatter rattle in the air.

Black nineteen thirties sadan taxis drop off onto a rain soaked street, all umbrelas blowing open inside out in the wind, allowing for little protection from the rain.
Waiters in black suits carry silver platters of drinks and more, fruit a many, much more to the ladies exuburent delight.

Ladies carry cigarette holders slender and pearls.

To my right a band stand of musicians surrounded by beautiful ladies, play and serenade as if one to one, but the all of the party is felt like a ripple of vibrational movements in the room, in time to the band.
A disernable hick of hip there and a swoosh of head there, like seaweed of fire reds and cherry laid apon the ladies heads as if hair.
Sweet meats fo the tasting I care.

Photo graphs a many, babies, mums, dads, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandma and granddad and so on. All stretching foreward backwards, any given point on time line can be seen from both ways, past and future.

What is the most astounding is what I can see so clearly with eyes closed. I pear at a shaul cast over a stone on a hillside. The medow blows soflt green yellow, speckled with reds, the interacasies of the wove are boggling as if holding a special key only for my eye.
Whicker work baskets and boxes for to carry the flowers in.

Shoe shine stalls, boxes of black shiney shoes, paper posters on the walls, torn, hanging. Games, casinos and dames.

Broadway strip lites twinkle into veiw, "Room to let" on "Room to let off" An airoplane blasts by.
Like something out of a movie, black flashy by disign, clothes rain soaked and worn appearing as wet leather stretched over ample boosom. Everything black taccy wet.

Storm drains guzzle down street rain and whistle some more, papers all gurgling in the stew.

Tired I sit, I fear I have been walking.

A pushchair swings down from top left into view, wheel static as timeless. Black with white trim hood lace and a row of baby ducks, yellow orange red and green, the blue one crushed by teathing.
I can survey this chair from very minute distances and also veiw the grain in woods as I get closer.
To much detail for only one candle.

A white wall slides into veiw with intricate patterns etch in it's surface, one triangle up, two down, circle raised.

This does not move or change any shape, just hangs there serene within it's purpose.


Two walking sticks as if laid upon the ground, one the handle curved as an egg.

The floor marbled in soft pinks and hue browns, hard and cold

There is a slight light reflected off of these objects completing the trans as to appear completely real.
Although dimly viewed at first the eye becomes acustomed to a certain way of looking.

A young girl comes at sits on my bed wearing a blue coat and neck scalf she greets me by waving. And mouthing hello. I cannot hear here reply. I say Oh bless a little girl. She smiles and does a little dance for me with twinkly blue safires for eyes.
A lady she is related too wearing a large bonnettte and bowl of fruit hairdo, bends over towards me almost droping the head gear. Then shockingly she said in a very sweet tone. It is very good to meet you. Bless. There is something important about these figures, these people to me, like something forgotten and vailed, only seen slightly. I know them as family, I now feel real good they are with me. I try to shake hands with the little girl, she also me, but we failed to make contact and her hand it melts away.
Leaving in replacement a warmthness and a smile.

We kind of hang there with nothing to say, balanced between saddness of the loss to come and reluctance at the acceptance.

All eventually turn and wander off, slowely with respect they gather their wears, push trolleys and such like and wander off over the hills.

Mountains loom to my right. Great jagged plinths scarring granite fingers stand against a purple yellow sky, a very dim glowed sun glimpsed cracking the coming of the new dawn.

I see tank like war machines with great steel tracks. Soldiers ontop and round about dressed inlong black capes, masks and goggles. Each hold a machine type pistol.

Soldiers run into a glade, flash a ganade goes off. Mutilated arms and legs, fingers. I view a skull half open with the left eyeball hanging.
The soldier is smiling.

Another soldier is lying close by screeming. I cannot hear his screems, but see him trying to pick up his own guts and put them back into the blown out cavity of what was once his stomach.

I see planes fly high, a blinding flash, seering heat. Great gouts of steam like dust plume higher and higher. The air is filled with snow, all is dark and dying.

About is suddenly alive with weeds hanging like seaweeds of oh so many varieties colours and texture, a veil dropped to see through. I am covered in exotic cloths, fine azure like wisps of fabrique one can see through, but also hide ones face from scrutiny and glare of sunlights prying eye.
Before me stands vast herb chalice for burning, but no light, I look around and see that I am in some kind of brick kiln chimney, above the top blocked off, it feels strange to stand in a box, the lights glowing red orange for the surrounding brick work

The air is still, a moisture on the air, in the distance a young hawk cries from erri, to for the parent to come by and bring forth it's breakfast so it may dine.

I gently lower myself upon the ground, sit cross legged and sigh.

Wow that was hard worked for, to sleep now,

shall try!

Hue light shines on a Wine glass full of red wine, one drop of wine splashing upon it's surface, creating one ripple eternity, the drip as if to hang in the air with antisipation of the language about to be exchanged.

One breath forever, all are the same.

Blessings' I wisper.

Sweet blessings'

Motumba'

There is a lot more, but I feel I do not need to share this stuff at this time.


Life is full of places we must come to,

a fulfilling of acceptances of pasts experiences,

presents,

and prayed for futures.

When acceptance of life's loves and pains are brought together as equals,

the seer is able to close the book and move onward remembering.

Rememberance is the gift of Gold Gilt given upon the Chalice of life.

For through our lives we give substance and honor to our deads.

Be blessed brothers and sisters.

Nsala Malekun

Motumba' :+.:+::+:'~Yasha're'



The expanding breathing space of the warmth and love and security of Iboga.
In a sence it was like going back to the security of the womb and then psychologically being reborn.
White walling body memorie and allowing the person to become at one with their inner truth.
A most powerful plant and teacher.
I tryed to disobey the Spirit of Iboga and she had me out of bed quick as a flash and drumming on a stool in my hallway for over an hour. I was shown my sin and weakness and then tryed to continue as I always have, Iboga was not pleased and disaplined me.
To this day, some 60 months later I have not gone against what the plant told me.
A most incredible entity.

"The energies rise slowly and surely with the rising of the Sun.
The Spirit sits within and guides.
Like a gentle lady teacher holding my hand and hankies if I cry.
The call of the wild, the songs of the trees.
Iboga Iboga my lady I see.
At one with the creature all one within the fold.
One mighty great life force a key to the void,
Experience runs in millions of entities,
Just psychic food, like cattle we endure.
The spirit of all ages requires to dine.
Like wine for the offering our thoughts they run free.
Funny little monkey.
Eat me and see.
Your ancestors singing and bringing much bless.
For the lady Iboga enfolds with caresses of silver and Azure and Gold.
Emeralds and Diamonds precious bracelets and chains,
a choker of Rubies, the lady gives to rearange.
The chaos within is shown for the mindless destruction without.
Oh!
Thank you lady Iboga for teaching me your song.
A sonet set in Heaven.
I rose as high as the sun creating universes and returned with all the light.
My darling lady Iboga with you I rest this night."

Motumba' Dissumba' nangona'


Feel free to ask of anything folks'
I now have extensive knowledge of this plant and have heled many along the same road'
It is not an instant cure you have to a lot of work, but she can give you the stength to solidify your intent, and also will white wall all body memeory of the drugs that make you squirm and crave to use them' She also helps with withdawal'

Blessed be one and all'

Salt love light eternal peace'

Motumba'

Reputation Comments on this post:

GREAT! Love, FS

[Felonious Skunk]

Awesome, Motumba! SWIM put his own experience up on another thread. It was a more modest dose addressing cocaine addiction, but he got a lot out of it and plans on a more ego-dissolving higher-dose excursion sometime in the future.

He needs to see the childhood and genetic memories for his own peace of mind, ya know?

[Motumba]

Originally Posted by Felonious Skunk

Awesome, Motumba! SWIM put his own experience up on another thread. It was a more modest dose addressing cocaine addiction, but he got a lot out of it and plans on a more ego-dissolving higher-dose excursion sometime in the future.

He needs to see the childhood and genetic memories for his own peace of mind, ya know?

Power to you bro'

The second experience written here is of all the genetic stuff, for me at least'
I discovered most awesome truths of what I saw' through of what Iboga taught me'
Live from heart hand to mind, drink the water, eat the food' the rest is bullshit created by man's mind/ego/greed for a physical existence'
I found the death of my ego held and does hold much more life than of just my body is able to give me'
Notice the ownership of my body is plural, if it is my body, I own it, so I, must be seperate from, body, the eye can not see the eye seeing.
I' body' spirit' the I is my soul'
I was unable to see this before I partook of Iboga'
Instinctual self without the bounds of ego boundries'

Most awesome plant in deed'

Bliss'

Motumba'

[Felonious Skunk]

I saw hints of the collective consciousness.

What a clean, pure sacrament. I understand why people are afraid of Iboga--until 10 days ago I was too.

But there's nothing to fear at all!

[Motumba]

Originally Posted by Felonious Skunk

I saw hints of the collective consciousness.

What a clean, pure sacrament. I understand why people are afraid of Iboga--until 10 days ago I was too.

But there's nothing to fear at all!

Dissumba' sacred wood' crowned wood'

Bliss'

Motumba'

[OpiateWarrior]

Ow ow ow, swim can't wait to get his Iboga and see if it works for him. Although he's using it for methadone detox, so he has apprehensions about that. Swim knows where to acquire it, and will post his experience. He's looked into it thoroughly, and even has some good advice on doses. He'll post what worked best, and is excited about getting a new life out of it, if it works? Also gonna have some kratom, just encase swim's felling ill, obviously doesn't want to be taking too many opiates if withdrawing. Hopefully tolerances will have fallen so much, the kratom will make a difference. Swim has good feelings about this, oh can't wait, also swim loves trippy experiences, acid mushies and that.

[Sklander]

Great story and trip report.

SWIM has no experience with Iboga, but has extensive experience with DMT. Ethnobotany is SWIM's area of study; something that SWIM feels very strongly about.

[Felonious Skunk]

One month today and clean as a whistle. I don't want to get overconfident, but I have a hopeful expectancy.

SWIM will be upping the dose to 15 mg/kg (the first time was about 9 mg/kg) for an experience this summer.

[0utrider]

great report. you be nice if you could contribute to my article

you might wanna give a look at this thread and help me make the article better please
http://www.drugs-forum.com/forum/sho...ighlight=iboga

[CrookedEye]

Iboga worked for SWIM.. Been clean of opiates since 2004.. SWIM'd just suggest you take a heavy dose, and have a sitter with two days free.. For SWIM it did take away the withdrawal and craving, except for minor post acute withdrawal. It took a couple weeks of no motivation and relaxation, until SWIM really had energy and motivation to do anything.. It still is easy to fall into old traps, so one does need to lose all hook-ups and using friends, and have a sincere desire to quit, because it's only a temporary fix and a wake up.. It takes developing other methods to deal with your boredom and problems, other than using drugs, so finding a routine or a hobby or a job, can help to keep one away from hard drugs.. It's definitely a great tool in fighting addiction and a pretty intrense but cool psychedelic experience, if you are a psychonaut.. SWIM'd love to do it again without the addiction, just for the trip..

[0utrider]

what was your dose? do you have a trip report? any ohter recommendations for future users?
how come he enjoyed the trip? why?

[CrookedEye]

SWIM's dose was five grams of whole (meaning extract from bark that included all the alkaloids, not pure ibogaine) iboga alkaloid extract (tan to greenish, slightly sticky, crystally substance) from a reliable shaman woman.. SWIM is a hardcore psychedelic nut, so he enjoys powerful trips, even rougher ones, so that is why he enjoyed it, because his visons and extensive puking to get rid of toxins weren't the most pleasant, but it was definitely a good tool for learning about oneself and gave him the ability to control his addictions, as well as took away the craving and much of the enjoyment out of opiates.. He tried to use a few times since, just to get a buzz, and doesn't even enjoy the feeling anymore.. Definitely doesn't crave it.. Lately he has even lost the desire to use most drugs except for the occasional molly, K, or classic psychedelics, and a little pot.. He has developed a way better addiction gauge, too, as he can tell when he is beginning to use a drug too much, he gets strong mental signals to quit and promptly does, with drugs like alcohol, benzo's, or even K..

BTW, SWIM was on heroin and oxy's for about 3-4 years then methadone for 3.5 years, and began to step down his dosing from 100mgs a day, at 5 mgs every two weeks, until he got to about 40, then switched to 2 mgs every week until about 12-14mgs, before doing iboga.. He has also been told that switching to shorter acting opiates for a week or two before using iboga works better, and gives less post acute withdrawal symptoms.

Found the trip report written right after the experience here: http://www.drugs-forum.com/forum/sho...3&postcount=37

There is more details on how SWIM got over the minor withdrawal, but I'll have to try and post them when I have more time..

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great post along with the trip report, would be nice if you would contribute to my PDF in the thread (link is in my post...

[CrookedEye]

SWIM found a video of the lady that gave it to him and the place where he went to do it.. Here: http://current.com/items/89043771/tr..._amsterdam.htm and more here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01zpMjU6pF8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1xhfPWJwzk, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbV5j7UYlTE, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgVf6M4rAxE, and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8fFjS4tWJ8
Sara Glatt's place is where SWIM went and it's cool to see her and her family in the video, as well as seeing the place SWIM was, even the room SWIM was in to do it..