Psychedelic Therapy 6
Bufo Alvarius (5-MeO-DMT) medicine
[Bufo Alvarius] The Mighty Psychoactive Toad Venom Cleanse
Bufo Alvarius, the Colorado River toad, is more than a meaty and squishy amphibian. It carries venom, known as 5-MeO-DMT (5-methoxy-N, N-dimethyltryptamine). The venom is extracted from the toad, without harming or killing it, then it’s dried and smoked from a pipe. One or two hits of Bufo and we immediately black out. What follows is the 10 to 20-minute psychedelic experience. The strength of 5-MeO-DMT is on the top of the food chain regarding DMT (Dimethyltryptamine) psychedelics.
Smoking toad venom can sound nuts as a psychedelic therapy method for personal and spiritual reasons. Some people might argue that it makes no sense to intake venom since it can harm or even kill us.
Before I decided to test the Colorado River toad (5-MeO-DMT), I didn’t come across stories of anyone dying, being hospitalized, or going crazy. It could be foolish and dangerous to smoke toad venom alone or with folks, who don’t understand the ins and outs of the medicine, for the first time. Bufo Alvarius is something we do with an experienced Bufo shaman or healer in a ceremonial setting. This is what I did at a jungle in Puerto Morelos, Mexico, in November 2023.
Let’s fasten our seat belts (we’ll need them) for the 10 to 20-minute ride with the mighty Colorado River toad!
I walk around the jungle ceremonial site to calm my nerves. It’s the same location where I did my ayahuasca (DMT) ceremony the night before. Juan, the Bufo healer, and his two music healers are setting up the jungle ground with shamanic instruments and spiritual items. Shaman Edgar, who was facilitating yesterday’s ayahuasca ceremony, is also present, but as the Bufo ceremony facilitator.
I sit on the jungle ground on a yoga mat; Juan sits across, facing me. The breathwork we are doing has me a little gassed and less anxious about taking a hit or two of toad venom. We continue with more forceful breathwork for ten minutes while the sun sets.
The bright-white waxing crescent moon and the fireflies above the two-feet-tall weeds surrounding the circular ceremonial site flicker red and yellow marble-size colors.
“Are you ready?” says Juan.
I give him the yes nod.
Juan puts the glass pipe containing toad venom in my mouth and lights it up as I sit on the ground with my legs crossed. The jungle and sky shake after taking a hit. Now everything is frozen and blurry, while Juan looks like a dark shadow. I black out.
I’m inside a black box in a corpse pose, and my body is going upward. Black rectangle shapes with dark gray outlines slowly fall from above inside this black canvas dimension.
I open my eyes, zeroed-in on the sky and stars, feeling shocked, as I'm lying down with my back against the ground. I don’t know where Juan, Edgar, and the two music healers went. I’m alone in the dark jungle.
“AHHH,” I moan, overwhelmed by my tightened chest and lack of oxygen.
“AHHH,” I moan again in discomfort, squeezing my head with my fingertips, rubbing my cheeks and then my face, highly overwhelmed. My body is twitching and jerking a little.
“Oh my God!” I say as if I’m going to hyperventilate with my eyes wide open.
I squeeze my head with my fingertips, rubbing my cheeks and then my face, highly overwhelmed. My body is twitching and jerking a little.
I strike the ground a few times with my clenched fists and ankles while lying down with my back against the ground.
I turn to my left side and slap the ground with my right hand. I turn to my right side and slap the ground with my left hand. There’s something inside my soul struggling to release, but it can’t because I feel extreme resistance. I’m under the Bufo spell, unable to think, and with absolutely no control of my mind, body, and soul.
An aggressive rush flows through my body, which turns to my left side, wanting to get up. All I see is darkness. I feel two hands on my shoulders pushing me downward, forcing me to lay down with my back against the ground again.
“AHHH,” I moan as I remain lying on the jungle ground, laser focused on the universe.
“AYI-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAAAAAHHHHH,” rapidly comes out of my mouth.
“AYI-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAAAAAHHHHH,” I repeat, with an indigenous tone as if it’s one of my ancestors from another dimension.
I open my mouth and wiggle my tongue from left to right and make popping sounds.
I shake my face with my hands. “Oh my God,” I say helplessly as my bodily movements continue on the dusty jungle ground.
The intense sensations running through my body are like an exorcism, unleashing toxic energy, a bad spirit or demonic force, or purging past unresolved generational trauma from someone in my family tree.
My body moving stops. It’s suddenly silent. What’s in front are the sky, stars, and the waxing crescent moon.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I shout humbly and confidently to the cosmos.
My arms go up to the sky while lying down with my back against the ground. “I’m sorry to everyone that I hurt intentionally and unintentionally. I didn’t know then what I know now,” I whisper with droopy eyes.
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