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Trip Report: Voices Between the Veins
Substance: Syrian Rue (Peganum harmala) - Sourced From Clear Net
Dosage: ~3g powdered seeds
Method: (encapsulated) Taken on empty stomach, solo, at night
Date: June 21, 2025
Set & Setting: Dimly lit room, ambient music playing,

T+0:00 - Took 3 grams of ground Syrian Rue seeds in capsules. Had fasted about 6 hours before this. Drank a small ginger tea to prep the stomach. I had read that Rue is a powerful MAOI, so I treated it with respect. No other substances taken.

T+0:45 - Warm body feeling begins. Slight buzzing in my ears. Stomach starts getting tight, a little nausea creeps in like a polite guest knocking on the door. I lie down, trying to breathe through it. I start hearing this low internal hum, like the Earth itself is meditating.

T+1:15 - Waves of mental clarity hit me. Not “high” in the traditional sense, but deeply tuned in. It’s like someone turned down the volume on my outer world and turned up the signal inside. My thoughts become ancient-feeling, like they’re not just mine anymore. Feels like ancestral memory.

T+1:40 - Slight closed-eye visuals. Geometric, slow-moving, like fractals unfolding underwater. Nothing flashy - more like subtle sacred patterns showing themselves between heartbeats. I feel deeply rooted - not flying, but buried in wisdom. Time lost shape.

T+2:10 - I hear a voice in my head. Not mine. Not frightening - almost feminine, like a mother or a plant spirit. She says, “The body is a gate. The mind is a lock. We are the key.”
I cry quietly. Not out of sadness - but because I understood something I didn’t know I was searching for.

T+2:45 - I feel nauseous again. I purge, gently. Not violently, but with grace - like letting go. It didn’t feel like vomiting, it felt like unloading grief. I lean back, exhausted but clear. I feel light. Hollowed out, in a good way.

T+3:20 - I sit in front of a candle. The flame feels alive. Not like it’s talking, but like it’s aware I’m watching. There’s a profound stillness in my body. My ego feels like it's been unplugged. All the things I usually worry about - deadlines, arguments, insecurities - feel... laughably tiny.

T+4:00 - The experience starts to taper. I drink some water and write in my journal. Hands are steady. Mind is sharp. I feel like I went to a temple inside my bloodstream and spoke with a god made of memory.

Reflections:
Syrian Rue on its own is not recreational. It’s deep, earthy, and spiritual. It doesn’t show you things, it reminds you of what you already forgot. It feels old, heavy with wisdom. I understand now why it's used as the foundation in traditional Ayahuasca analogues - it opens the door.

I wouldn’t recommend it casually. But if you're looking for a mirror, a reset, or a serious conversation with your inner world - Rue will show up like a strict grandmother who loves you but doesn’t sugarcoat anything. ( always read Syrian Rue harm reduction before trying it )

Next time, I may combine it with a light DMT admixture or even a bit of blue lotus tea. But this experience alone felt sacred enough.