Recovering now. actually attempted 6 feet of san pedro tonight; crazy crazy thing to do; the trip came on way too powerfully, purged out; everything was blue and gold and green in the most exquisite shades imaginable, but everything everywhere was burning with rainbow spectral flames and blue eyes everywhere with gold. Alex gray had it so dead on right. Anyway. actually wrote my first poem at the end of the trip,now, when everthing is warm and hot and numb, feeling incredibly energized and deathly lazy at the same time. let me know what you think of this psychedelic poem, which i wrote out almost as it occurred to me: Burnt by divine fire I lay Ravished entire by gods violet flame My soul not set free, but blackened by guilt future foundations all fallen to silt my life not sucked dry, blue eyes on a string i am today nothing, i mean not a thing ive picked myself up, my mind cooled by water ill live my life better, and be no more bother There are people to love, and people to help I swear by my honor, theyll be no more self So go away little dragons, go away elfs go away fires, and hells black tonqued whelp the wind it has blown, and with it my pride dont eat too much cactus, or you it will ride the dust has all fallen, the colors are black and one things for sure, is, ill never be back
I haven't tried pedro yet but from what I've read that is a ridiculous dose. How did you prepare it? Cool poem by the way...
depending on the strength of the cactus really, it might not be so ridiculous. i have been blown away by brews half that amount. he most likely boiled it.
Damn buddy. Looks like you got it good that time. You have been goin at it for awhile with this stuff since when I first came around. I dont think I even tripped that hard. Did you do it during the day or night?
IPA extraction as usual. 12 feet of BBB cactus ( a bit scrawny, but held in the dark for months). removed outer insect shield (whitish waxy scotch tape like stuff on top of wet green layer), removed core and most of white interior, leaving less than 1/2 inch of green tissue and a little white interior. dried under fan. powdered with m/p. soaked in 99% isopropyl alcohol 3 times for 3 days each time. poured dark green alcohol runoff into glass pans and dried to black tarry residue. scraped up and capsulized. Split capsules with friend and consumed. Friend tripped 16 hours, lucid most of the time but claims couldnt tell difference between eyes open and eyes closed (cartoon world) for a little bit. Said ceiling was doing impossible things. My trip ran into some kind of underworld cavern like thing with horned and spined demons, and stone seals in the earth and pentagrams on the walls. Had to mentally turn myself away from this kind of nonsense. Wept my eyes out for my left over uncarved pumpkin because wasnt connected to roots anymore, etc. You get the idea...Went to look at alexgray.com while under...his pictures are AWESOME while tripping. they move and change colors slowly while you watch and the layering of his paintings slowly manifest level by level. Three feet is more than enough, really, for next time...
