After a few months of reading these forums, I finally decided to make an account and start posting. So for my first thread I thought I would share my latest psychedelic exploration, this one with a foot of Trichocereus Bridgesii and about a gram of mushrooms. A friend--my main hallucinogenic companion--had been talking about a combo trip for months before finally gathering the necessary supplies (shrooms being something of a rarity here). I brewed two feet of bridgesii in a large stock pot for around four hours, strained it through a cheesecloth, and spent another three hours reducing it to about twelve ounces for each of us. I should have reduced it further, but I was getting impatient and kept having to interrupt a Risk match to check my concoction. Anyway, I froze the two glasses of hideous bile until the day of launch. My friend and I got together at my house one Sunday (just over two weeks ago), and prepared for the experience. I had done a heavy set of yoga earlier and showered to ritually cleanse myself. I'm not too big on ritual or on trying to make a religion out of drugs, but it helps if I'm tense, and for this trip I was fairly anxious. Indeed, on the first sip of cactus juice my body cried for me to stop, but after half and hour I got most of the brew down. My friend chugged his much faster. We smoked a bowl while waiting for the nausea to hit as our stomachs digested the plant matter. Within an hour lights began to glow behind my eyelids and patterns slowly emerged. Nausea never got too hideous, but the body load was ridiculous; I felt like I weighed a million pounds. By the second hour we were both tripping: walls breathed and grew, any texturing or wood-grain danced in classic mescaline fashion, thoughts turned dreamily towards nature. Now we started on the shrooms. My friend ate his whole eighth without so much as a flinch, but I stopped after a few big stems (about a gram) to limit any further nausea. In fact, I barely noticed the mushies, except for a feeling of intense lightness in my gut. From here out the trip turned from ridiculous to a complete mind-manifesting-mind-fuck. Now the ceiling and walls shot through every imaginable color, the front-door danced in frame by frame motion of huge to miniscule, body signals became very hard to interpret. Despite the intensity of this trip, I still felt the MDMA-like sensuality of the mescaline, so my fiance and I went to the bedroom. While we had sex, I watched kaleidoscopic visions of nude African women writhe and moan in an insanely erotic and somewhat threatening manner. Orgasm was indescribable. After that, I had a very hard time staying in my body; generally, I would watch something for a few seconds before closing my eyes and dissolving completely. Eventually I felt the shrooms level-off, but I was still riding wave after wave of mescaline. Around the seventh hour, I popped .5mg of xanax, just to try and come back to earth a little. When this hardly did anything, I started to bug out a bit and took another .5mg. This killed the visuals, but trippy thoughts still emerged through the benzo fog and colors glowed in unmistakable cactus-light. Around midnight, my pupils regained their normal size and I got to sleep fairly easily. This was easily my most intense trip visually or mentally and I feel I gained a few important insights as well as more confidence when dealing with psychedelics. I faintly regret taking the xanax, but I was really getting tied of the constant ego-loss, so no hard feelings (it's the only time I'd take xanny anyway). So anyway, that's my experience and my introduction to these forums.
