The cold t. peruvianus sludge went down like the lumpy green horse-snot it resembled. That was followed by several glasses of water to help the sticky, gritty substance to reach my stomach. My watch showed 10:45 am as the time that the waiting process began. Waiting... Waiting... I began to experience mild stomach discomfort somewhere in the nether-world located between 12:30 & 1pm so I smoked a minute portion of hashish. I layed down on the floor and began to have some light CEV's as I tried to recall the guidance from the Psychedelic Experience about how to find the Light. Entering into a troubling dream-like state, I found myself viewing what appeared to be the horror presently taking place in Iraq. I wanted to leave, but every attempt I made only resulted in my being brought closer to witness the tragedy. From the room where my body lay, a voice (my wife) spoke reminding me to stop trying analyze what I was seeing and to let go. I followed the wise advice and as I pulled back from the scene, I noticed how small the conflict really was. So small was it, that it was the center of a jelly filled pastry lying on a blue plate. I reminded myself not to try and analyze what I was seeing, just be. I was like an airplane travelling blindly through clouds of geometric patterns. I was resolved to trust my instruments and not panic. Eventually the clouds began to break up and I entered a cartoon-like landscape. The rolling hills were covered with green, streams of blue flowed into a green valley, and only a handful of trees were scattered about. I was curious to see this place more closely and as my feet were about to touch the ground, thousands upon thousands of mouths that consisted of nothing more than lips, teeth, and tiny legs leading down to large feet came running out to greet me. Within moments the mouths covered the landscape and proceeded to talk nonstop. I decided to hover slightly above the mouths fearing that if I should stand on their ground they might overtake me like the Lilliputians in Gullivers Travels. The din of the mouths rose steadily as they talked, not about anything in particular, they just talked and were glad to be heard. I bent down trying to hear one, but this talking mouth, like all talking mouths, made no sense at all. Something like a voice said that this was "The Land of Ten Thousand Talking Mouths." Without warning, the talking mouth I tried to hear suddenly stretched open until the lips and teeth hung down to it's feet. Within seconds, the others followed suit, and then as quickly as they came covered the landscape, their mouths became like the wings of butterflies as they took to fluttering about. I watched as they butterfly mouths flew away into the Simpson-like sky. At once I was standing in a grassy park looking up to a partly cloudy sky. EVerything moved like rough animation. My hands seemed to pulsate with semi-transparant light. Trumpets appeared in the clouds, and as they played, the sky opened up like a door. A face of an old man appeared in the doorway and said, "Stop trying to analyze what you are seeing." The Monty Python-like animation made me laugh, which put me into a great mood. The old man closed the door and I could hear his footsteps as he walked off. The sun broke through the clouds and seemed to form into a tunnel of light. I took leave of the scene and soared into the tunnel thinking this might bring me the source of Enlightenment. Before I had a chance to wonder if I was properly dressed for the occasion, the sun opened up to a city floating in the clouds above Tibet (I don't know why Tibet). The entire city looked like a great palace and I was welcomed by what appeared to be singing & dancing elves. It reminded me of Disney's Small World. However, I was on a mission and I didn't want to be distracted, so I continued on. I heard the sound of Indian sitar and my vision became flooded with swirling shapes and colors. Focussing on anything would bring me into that reality, so I opted to just float like the red leaf I had become in the cosmic river of primordial goo. Eventually, I too became part of this goo as the elves came and did their work on cleaning up my ego and psyche. Re-entry was pleasant and sudden. I fell back into my body and took a deep breath. It felt like one who had been holding their breath while under water for a long time. Every jpint had become so relaxed that I cracked from my neck to my toes. Hoping to catch one last glimpse of my dream, I closed my eyes one last time as the leader of the Ten Thousand Talking Mouths said goodbye. It's image was translucent as it faded out as was swallowed up by the glowing asphynkter in the sky. Then that too was gone. I opened my eyes and my watch told me it was now 5 pm, so I headed outside to enjoy the warmth I was feeling.
great trip report. peruvian cacti is a great sacrament. A good thing to try in the future would be to combine it with some shrooms. great trip though!
