I must confess

agreed.

 

I totally disagree with you Brad.

I have had quite a few incredibly glowing expiriences from drugs.

I think my best one was when I did morning glory seeds ... I felt such a strong connection to [God] and the thing that's so awesome is that now, a year after the fact, I still feel that connection. I now understand that [God] is not who I thought he was ... [God] is soo much more than an idea.

I know for a fact I wouldn't have blacked out and had that connection had I been at home looking at porn.

 

woah. well ...

lol. i dunno where to start man. im still out a bit, but the peak is defenitely over. but ive never been out enough to not be able to write or do anything, thats practically impossible... especially on a smooth drug like this, i coulve given up to date details every hour, actually i dunno. but whatever

this is how the day was pretty much to whomever's interested, if there is a whomever out there. or a whatever when what? :

at about 11AM theres a fuck load of people at my door lmao. well this is a preview of who there was today, and what their goal was (wow... this is so stupid... but this truely is how i gotta spread the message lol)

Me: tripper, 50g (Ive already had the experience though... im not a wild man, and i knew that deep down, it was a good dose)
friend #1: tripper, 30g
friend #2: tripper, 15g
friend #3: tripper, 15g
Random dude: tripper, the leftovers (lmao, cacti juice is just too sick, he prolly had 5g from me, and lots of grams from my friends, cause they couldnt handle the taste, one of my friends kept puking at every sip lol)
Random dude's gf: sitter and flasher
Friend #4: sitter and entertainer chick


(i only expected the trippers man. (my 3 good spiritual/stoner buddies) but whatever, i thought it was gonna ruin the trip, but it was very cool... im happy we were a lot)

Alright so its 11AM, i go put on some music, Comus and Morrisson Hotel while we go make the cacti juice. not so long after, we all drink it ... we were pretty much all done at 12. but there was too much cacti powder at the end and we couldnt drink it so we had to make parachutes (putting huge chunks of wet powder in a paper towel and swallowing it). but i found the idea way too gross and i cant swallow for shit. so i hid the taste with raisins, and it worked so well... i didnt puke at all. i was happy but it was such a puke fest man, everyone getting up trying to puke, or waiting to puke or puking. it was a sight to behold.

now its 12, were all on our toes waiting for the magic to happen, we jam a bit, talk, listen to more music until the random dude (hes not random anymore but i dont feel like calling them with names here) gets up and says "man we gotta get the fuck out, im feeling it... reality is disconnecting.. bla bla bla" but lmao... i just couldnt stop laughing at everything and slamming my tamtam like a mad man. woah, so fun the euphory of the first few hours on mescaline.

we go outside, go to the awesome forest near my house and boy, was that bastard right... the ride to the forest, sober, is just a little i dunno, 2 minute walk? but what the HELL!... i wasnt confortable, i hate when im stuck in time loops, time loops are one of the things that freak me out the most about psychedelics, but its easy to get rid of the fear, just take off your watch and dont give a fuck anymore, but at the beginning its always a good, bad? mindfuck. screw the good and bad, its a mindfuck
Well, now we've entered the beautiful forest, and i feel so much better, i take off some of my clothes and start feeling the ground and the dirt all around me, its such a good aphrodisiac man. we're all walking around, we feel like finding a place to go sit at, but we just walked around everywhere with no direction in mind, just living. i dunno. feeling everything around us. so far, its i dunno, mustve been 2 hours after ingestion, still no signs of intense hallucinations, just a good altered mind, and a crazy body feeling. my friends also mentionned they felt "drunk"... as in, they feel they took an excess, theyre not all "into it" like when youre a drunken bastard, but they feel like, its simply an excess, and they feel a little blad in their bodies. i kinda felt that, but not that much . its fun to compare with people. i could accompany people on their first mesc trip.

I cant tell you exactly what time it was, but it shouldve been maybe 3 hours after ingestion now... basically we walked in the forest, tripped a little until we finally reached a crazy empty soccer field, but man i really felt the spot. so we stayed there with our instruments, and i decided to lie down and close my eyes... Kaleiodoscopic visions, lots of colours, like red and green... and some kinds of webs, really weird. but theres something that keeps shaking inside of me, WTF is it... i contentrate on the shaking, its shaking, shaking, shaking.... its driving me nuuuuuuuutssss. shake shake shake, vibration vibration...... am i havin a seizure? no... no ones saying anything, there is NO ONE... FUCK!..... big flush of trancelike goosebumps cold striking my body at once, i lifted , no more physical body. i am not flesh & bones... i felt a a noise, LOUD thump not in my mind, but just there, on this empty sheet of existance im lying on, i ... i dont know how to explain, even now... emptiness. jeesus man. some kind of outerbody experience but without vision, just with lighting... i could just see intense white.

something mustve shaken up my body, i open my eyes and feel so goddamn weird. so FUCKIN goddamn weird. people are scaring the SHIT out of me... but i LOVE IT!.. wooooooow, im a schizo crazy fucked up guy right now. i ask my good sitter friend what happened, and she said i was just lying down, but she saw my heart beating through my shirt, my blood rate mustve been incredibly high during this weird phenomenon. like my last mescaline trip, i can feel the nature around me so blissfully, theres a huge green bug on my hand, im aware of its every movements, of its enery coccoon around it, and all of its actions and just, im aware of its living. lol and around this point i remember seeing random dude's girlfriends boobs. she flashed the shit out of us lmao.

i walk around with my 3 good drug buddies, and we kinda split from the rest of the gang and start walking around, actually i ran a few laps around the field with one of my friends, the feeling was intense. i couldve ran for ages. they were telling me how they felt and stuff, and it was just like my previous mescaline experience what they were describing, the intense connection is something that seems to be in every mescaline user, the weird patterns are always similar, kinda like webs, and energies, and the heart rate, and body feeling. all pretty much the same.

but this is when it started getting more intense to me. where am i? im looking at the clouds, but, where are the clouds? thats not a cloud? what is that? where am i? its just blue? where are the clouds? internal speech, internal quest, internal discovery, internal search... i am experiencing what seems to be vivid thoughts, memories, things ive never seen, at least not in this body, or this consciousness, not in this resctricted self. i am seeing, not with my eyes, but with something deeper then that, i am seeing an ocean in the clouds. in the sky. WHATEVER THE FUCK i was lookin at... i see children and goats?! on this projection, goats with 8 eyes or so. ive seen that symbol before, which is really weird. but its just appearing i dunno where the fuck lol. i can only explain those "visions" not visions, i dunno , i think thats what a vision is... it resembles deeply the hypnagogic state (if anyone has ever had the chance to experience that) but add lucidity and a self to witness them perfectly. it also highly resembles a lucid dream, for its THERE... but you dont see whats going on with your eyes, never have i seen things with my physical eyes in this trip, only for what surrounds me ... its really like we have an astral body or something to witness the "visions" and certain forms of hallucinations from another point of consciousness.
but patterns are pretty much visible through our eyes, its really the toxin playin with your central nervous system or something. i somehow snapped back.

(Something i must say, the mescaline trip, is so smooth, you can flip out, but you can return so easily, its like playing with both sides of your awareness, you can be sober if ye want and be able to talk, well, youll find it absurd, but youre too happy, you will want to talk, you just wanna make people so goddamn happy by doing so, but mescaline is SO intense, when youre just not doing anything, itll just come to you, like a burst ... and carry you away... its a GREAT drug ( i always hate the word drug, lets call it mescalito ).. mescalito is great for meditation. well, youre already in the state, but when you close your eyes, or let yourself sway, you will no doubt not regret it, or regret it. lmao , to me right now, emotions are useless, you cant regrt or not regret, thats just so absurd to me right now. im sorry)

my good buddies and i realised how vividly we were then able to relive past events, i was imagining the physics classroom, in the lab, i was sitting there remembering so VIVIDLY where every person in the class was located, i could turn around and look at the end of the classroom, i physically turned around and vividly saw, not with my eyes, but its something .. just a ... litttllle deeepper then that. i could see the people with their emotions, ye know, everyone has their own little shell of personallity that makes them unique, but deep down theyre not fuckin unique at all, thats just their little ... i dunno. little haha. the guy behind me always looking so stressed or, i dunno. day dreaming... the 2 girls on my vertical with their facial emotions that i always subconsciously remember. the girl whos happy to be in the classroom, the teacher in front. I decide to go sharpen my pencil, i walk to the front of the room and am so able to see and feel the surroudings, i actually sharpen a pencil and come back to where i was. physically moving, but around me... projecting something somehow somewhere.

We had GREAT discussions for a long time... talking about how we were all our own "selves", or "absolute truth" once, but with then came the phase of questionning, we cease not ask ourselves questions, but we were once our absolute self, we were once the truth, but from questionning we created an infinite ammount of links, that just link to nothing... lets cease questionning our existance, lets close our eyes... and simply be... stop the infernal chatter, the infernal quest for truth, you philosophers go put your mind at rest, stop writing down infernal meaningless questions, for an answer will simply bring more questions.... cant you see life is laughing at you!! of course you will sound interesting by bringing a new question into existance, but you are missing out the point buddy. you will get furthred from the truth if this internal chattering doesnt stop. Of course "where do we come from ?" is fascinaiting but "where does the universe end?" or "how does this..." "what does that..." it really speaks to us... and creates useless fuckin chatters. just be what you once were. and you will know. be . be .be ism. is-ness. Questionning although is something fun to do socially, it really creates a feeling of emptiness and NEED to know.. it keeps us alive OF COURSE, but in another way, it doesnt. it can easily bring someone into self despair and depression and regression by feeling so empty, and suckin out all the enrgy , all the truth out of him, after a while of questionning, your links are so further from what you really ARE, the way back is so far... you gotta get through it all, and its funny how to get out of depression, is usually accomplished by shutting off the internal questions. i see it way too often, especially with the random guy, he wasnt happy , he kept asking questions question questioooons "man. everything is unreal why?" or " why is reality this way? and not like this? " ... drugs are really mumbo jumbo... you can put your nose right infront of the truth right now if ye wish.

man i will stop right now. haha this was just all too amazing, ive only described like 4-5 hours. but fuck it lmao. unless someone feels interested, i will be more then happy to continue ... and i dont feel like saying how this drug, sorry how Mescalito works... or the duration, dosage... its just like distance and time, im really not feeling those things right now. perhaps tomorrow i shall... but for now. ill just stick to being.

and holy fuck is this a hugeeeee post or what?!

good luck reading all

Lmao. this really helped to sorta come down

 

i completely agree, brad its much different then that. you will get what you seek out of drugs, especially entheogens. if youre seeking a good mindfuck, you shall. but if youre seeking truths, or ... feelings, emotions, particular states, you shall. oh you shall. but after a while, there is a realization that you no longer need drugs to realize things. and it does become a stupid thing to do... but doing a few experiences with drugs, and realizing and giving it up... i respect that. hek, i want for people to do that.

 

crazy man, sounds special, id hold the memory of that trip for as long as i live

 

You people are on drugs.

 

You people are on drugs. Shit!!!!

 

Phil, that sounds amazing.

Best post ever in the history of the hip universe.

You should totally submit that to Erowid! For real.

 

Hey Liberator ... I need to come up with a shorter name for you.

I dunno who started that, but it's to much for me to deal with.

Can I call you ... Fuck.

 

..sigh

i want to trip..

 

William your the only person who's talking.

Entertain me.

 

Man U cud have taken waay more, we normally juice a 2 foot torch per person. get yourself a higher dose and believe me, nobody will EVER understand what you experience. Its so fucked... do it and try to post your results. I cant explain it but I was linked and inside and a part of everything everywhere seeing everything but not seeing it, knowing it... Everyone just tells me im fucked ha

 

oh sorry i just re read you properly
, u dont need a higher dose ha

 

HAHA YES!!! wow...

 

aha thanks man. i just might. ... i am god damn happy though, i ingested like almost 3X more cacti then last time and i didnt puke but i am feeling a little sick this morning in all honesty

 

The morning after is never the best day of your life.

I'm sure it was weeeeeeeeell worth a little neausa this morning.

 

yes i admit. first thing i did when i woke up was go to the washroom and spray my face with water just to feel again ... but the "day-after effects" arent so bad at all... i do feel a step above usual consiousness, but ive been feeling this a lot recently as well.

 

hum thats a way to perceive it ... but when youre the absolute truth, youre the absolute truth. We've all been it at least once in our existance i am sure of that. It's still there, but we've created so many illusions around it. Why? maybe to give it a meaning, maybe we we'rent satisfied with what it was.
From that point, the absolute, there is no wrong or bad question... you already are. A question is a question, it'll open up a doubt, which will link its way further.

 

I've never tried it but thats a great post stebo. You should submit it to erowid's experience vaults.

 

I don't know about a mesc trip lasting, but I stopped a certain drug in November of 2004 and I am still tripping. Not as much though as this last spring tho. When the mind moves fast, the incoming telepathic imagination of others is incredibly fucking mind blowing. Twasn't my imagination, I don't have a creepy control freek imagination. What a scary fucking ride it's been and quite a learning one too! Hope you don't get the haunted house E ticket ride I got on your mescaline. Fact is some people started to get physically ill when I started to tell them about my tripping. You realize the power that I must of absorbed and passed out giving my mind that high octane fuel gave me? It is meant for dreaming to think so fast. Awake the mind dreams with hallucinigens. Be careful my friends, there is wickedness afoot in a dimension you know not

blessed be
Honor Seed