Amanita Lloydii

Speaking about Ibotenic Acid

IBOTENIC ACID by Amanita Lloydii

Let me say some things about IBOTENIC ACID.

  You don't decarb any more Ibotenic acid to muscimol with making tea from dried Amanitas. Unless you went for a long process of drying and boiling over and over like trying to extract large amounts of muscimol. A large amount being ONE GRAM you may end up with after processing 300 or 400 pounds of fresh mushrooms. 

The thing is that a lot of people got the wrong idea about ibotenic acid.  The misunderstanding comes from hearsay or not getting the whole story. It's being said that ibotenic acid is neurotoxic, that is causes brain lesions, that it makes you sick, etc. ibotenic acid is actually a neuroprotectant that heals broken synapses. With the brain lesion thing. They use ibotenic acid to lesion mouse, rat and monkey brains by injecting larger amounts than you get in a mushroom dose directly onto the exposed brain for the purpose of lesioning. They also use citric, lactic, acetic, ascorbic and other acids. But no one is worried about getting brain lesions from jelly, milk, vinegar or citrus fruit. The one big difference with ibotenic acid is that the creatures lesioned with ibotenic acid are able to relearn and regain function in that part of the brain again. Only with the ibotenic acid. The other thing with that is that eating it does not make it possible for it to cause brain lesions. 

  As far as nausea goes.... Shaman have been consuming raw amanita for millennia. They decarb it with their bodies for their people and pass it in their urine to them. But whichever of the 3 ways to decarboxylate ibotenic acid to transmute it into muscimol, by drying, heating or eating. Only about 30% gets decarbed. So you are always getting 70% of the ibotenic acid and it's all good. But everyone is so afraid of it. Ignorance is bliss, eh?

         I myself have never been sick from eating Amanitas no matter if I ate them air dried, dried over fire, in the oven, dehydrator, on the dash board or in a dark cool basement or with a fan. Raw, grilled fresh or fried dry, in soup or in tea hot or cold infusion or straight from an envelope from Ireland not fully  dried and floppy. Not once have I been sick from them. But some people get sick every time no matter how they are prepared.

Some say that raw amanita are always spiritually best. And that may be, but is debatable. From my experience, raw amanita are probably best for those more used to going through difficult realization and revelatory experience.  Being God and trapped in a maze that you created, judging yourself for eternity.  Or being God trapped inside one molecule on the verge of being churned into a universe sized bucket of sea-of-consciousness paint and being trapped alone there in the immensity of it all. Never to do or create anything or touch or be touched or praised or Loved or anything, ever. Just utterly alone and cut off from Her(The Goddess) and her light, for eternity in the dark, cold, lonely beyond words, empty, endless silence.  Most are probably better off transmuting that 30%. 

Thing is that with Amanitas sometimes bits of the experience can bleed over into this reality. Like with the time loop. Does it really happen in real time and space? DO I REALLY "drop that thing as my knees buckle and pick it up as someone asks me a question and I reply" 50 TIMES IN A ROW? How does an echo of separation in that realm cause a parallel in this trap of my own creation I'm currently lost in?

And once you understand the language of the birds... The birds know you and think you still know what they are saying after that. They have SOOO much to say too. In the last 2 months, One crow, or I guess it could be 3 different crows, have come by in 3 different places 5 miles apart to say "hello. hello." To me. I've had 2 crows in the last year or so fall out of the sky right into my arms. Once in my friends large empty shop. Once when I was separating a large box of heavenly blue morning glory seeds from the vines. They gather around everywhere I go. They also have shown me where Amanitas were growing a couple times. 

I guess I'm kinda off on a tangent here so I'll end with how did when I went out to the woods hunting but not finding any morels one day while eating an ounce of muscaria end up that at home later that day I am stopped at a random spot in my back yard when I suddenly realized I was 50 feet tall and as I looked down at my feet was shocked to find 39 perfect morels 1 inch in front of my toes. As I reached down laughing that "mushrooms really are God" I shrank down to normal size. I was only 50 feet tall for a few minutes. Just long enough to get my attention and make me stop at that exact spot. 

Hmmmm.