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birchlight
2d ago
Hello
Hello everybody, I am a 26 yr old male from the states, whom first tried Iboga on easter of 2012. I came to try Iboga after all else failed in combating my serious depression and addiction to drugs. By the time I had turned to Iboga, my main struggle was with Suboxone/ antihistamines (diphenhydramine). A series of events led me toward Iboga and a specific group of people doing treatments in Mexico. I was told to switch from the Buprenorphine to a shorter acting opiate, so I decided to go with Kratom. I stayed on Kratom for a month, then it was off to Mexico. I was very nervous for obvious reasons, I had never been out of the country, I went alone, and I was going to take one of the strongest substances on earth. The people who treated me did a very good job at making me comfortable and calm. It was a house type of setting, as opposed to a clinic setting. So on the first day there, they gave me one capsule of root bark, which ended up being a lot stronger than I was expecting, and actually kind of laid me out for about 4 hrs, in an introspective daze. I came out even more nervous about the flood dose, telling the providers I wasn't sure about taking the full flood. That night, as I was falling asleep, a squirrel some how got loose in my bed, and I caught it under the sheets. When I lifted up the sheets nothing was there. The next day I told my providers about this, and they said they were going to catch all my "squirrels" for me. How sweet of them.
The day of the treatment I woke up very nervous. I went through a few ceremonial motions that my providers and I set up, and then when I was ready began eating the Ibogaine. The experience started like the previous day, and built as I took more Ibogaine. By the time the whole room was buzzing and my blood was boiling I did not want to eat the last capsule, but they convinced me it was for the better to do so, so I did. I am glad I did. I was all of the sudden thrust through the hallways of my consciousness and into an abyss of memories, spirits, and other dimensions, that I could only equate to death. I had I distinct feeling in my chest that I felt was being communicated to me through the dead collective (my ancestors). These spirits were telling me that I am loved, have always been loved, and will always be loved, and that I need to love myself and others this way. It was a very rough experience, and I had a very hard time letting go and letting the Iboga work on and with me. I did not puke, but did a lot of dry heaving. This started around 5pm, and went on into the night. Due to time dilation I am not sure when I went from the oneiric visionary phase into the reflective phase, but it must have been at least past midnight. The whole experience went on into the next night. Right before I got my first sleep I had a panic attack of sorts, so they gave me valium and gave me reassurance that I was going to be fine. I wasn't sure if I fell asleep, even though the providers said I was snoring, I was rather floating above my body, observing it in complete bliss.
Unfortunately, I cannot finish this post because I must go to work for a few hours. Ugggh. I will finish when I get off.
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birchlight· 2d ago
Ok. So I just realized that I already introduced myself last year and probably should have posted this somewhere else on the forum. ooops. I am still trying to familiarize myself with this site. I'll stop the story there. I just want to add, that Iboga taught me who I really am, and for that I am eternally grateful.
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georgena92· 2d ago
So BWITIFUL!!! Applause from the heavens to your reflective synapse, I give thanks for such a marvelous rendering.
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brightwillow· 2d ago
Heck man, don't stop!
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birchlight· 1d ago
It is a blessing to have people to share these things with, who can understand where you are coming from. It means a whole lot to me.
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mellowhawk· 1d ago
Holybark..thanks so much for sharing your story. looking forward to hearing more from you! Welcome!!
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