The best Psychedelic journey of my life.

This isn't about LSD, but I want to share it with you people that frequent this forum...

Ok, it's taken a week to compile this in my head, not because I'm a moron but because it's taken that long to reintegrate the experience into my normal state of consciousness.

This is an account of my experience with San Pedro cactus. A while back I came across two cacti potted together at a local hardware store for $25, so of course I snatched them up. One was 23" tall and the other was 18" tall, both were about 3"-3.5" diameter. Two weeks ago I cooked up some tea using about 15" off of the tallest one. I got pretty good effects from it and could easily see that mescaline is definitely something worthy of further investigation. I decided to try for a stronger dose next time. So last weekend I harvested about another 5" off the stub and about 16" off the other. I had also saved the pulp from the previous tea thinking I hadn't gotten all the good stuff out of it yet. I started early in the morning and by 4 pm had about 6 ounces of vile tasting tea to consume. By 5:30 pm I managed to get about 4.5 ounces of the nasty down my gullet, my body refused to drink any more at this point. The come up from this stuff is a bit harsh, it hits you in waves of nausea and head rushes. This lasts for about 90 minutes to a couple of hours. The come-up is gradual and full effects aren't felt for about 3-4 hours. By 2 hours in I knew I was in for ride, I was considerably higher than the previous week.

By 7 pm I was definitely at a +3++ on Shulgins scale, and still getting higher! My mood was great and I really wasn't afraid or anything, I just didn't know how far this was going to go. By about 8:30 I had reached the peak and stayed there for about 5 hours. The visuals were stellar to say the least, vaguely like lsd but not as in your face, more subtle. Waves of patterns covered the ground and ceiling, walls were subtly shifting colors in pastel shades that exuded a warmth and comfort about them. The rushes that would come over me at times were almost enough to knock me over. I could hear the slightest sound and by focusing I could hear a conversation taking place a few houses away to the exclusion of everything else. That is one of the aspects of this substance that I really enjoy is how easily it is to control the flow and focus of the experience. If I chose to interact with others, no problem and could make most of the visuals subside, although everything and everybody glowed with an inner golden light that really defies description. If I chose to succumb to the visions than my whole field of view was awash with patterns and color and sparkles of light flitting about like rainbow lightning bugs.

Around 9 pm I went into the back yard to smoke a little herb. Three hits on the pipe and of course the visuals intensified. As the grass was undulating in waves of patterns I was still able to make out each blade of grass perfectly. As the smoke began to take effect I closed my eyes and was instantly whisked away to the edge of the atmosphere. Something in me said "If you keep your feet touching the Mother Earth, (I was barefoot) you won't fall off as we travel." With that thought I settled my feet firmly on the ground and relaxed. I was then "told" to look up. With eyes still closed eye directed my mind's eye upward and was instantly taken to high vantage point overlooking a vast desert were the sun was setting and everything was alive in reds and oranges as if in flames. It reminded me of some areas of Utah or Wyoming. This was before me in a wide panoramic view, but at the edges I perceived a mountain range covered in snow and to the other side was a green forest. Above me was the endless expanse of space teaming with galaxies, below me was my Mother Earth and I could "feel" my legs stretching down for miles and see my toes clutching the ground. With nothing more than a thought in the appropriate direction and the panorama shifted to present a new vista before my eyes, one instant I was overlooking the desert, the next a high mountain range, in yet another and I was witness to the birth of stars. As I marveled at all of this I sensed that all this beauty is created for me and I am both a part of it as well as the steward of it. Care for it and it will care for you was the overall tone of all that I saw. This continued for I don't know how long, except when I finally went back inside at least 2 hours had passed.

I then thought I would try and play something on the computer. What struck me was how most of the games I have are centered on violence and that didn't feel right at the time so I settled on a little Tiger Woods golf. Everything had such an awesome cartoon quality to that I so love. The first hole I played I sank a 35 yard chip shot for a birdie and couldn't believe it. Next hole I sank a 68 foot putt, again astounding. By the next hole I decided that this was boring and went out front and sat listening to music.

What mescaline does to music is truly bizarre. I can't really describe it, suffice it to say that I was listening to music I know well, but it sounded nothing like I remember. It was all there and good, just very alien in dimension and placement in my head. Also thank goodness for volume control, I couldn't judge how loud it was and it sounded soft, so the only way to keep from blowing an eardrum was to visually check the volume level. At times though the alterations in music were uncomfortable and I had to turn it off.
The memory of events from mescaline aren't as clear as lsd, partly why it's taken a week to compile what transpired. I do definitely like it better than lsd though, except the music thing, lsd gives music more beauty I feel. What I like is the control and clarity of the headspace. Not once did I get stuck in an obsessive thought loop. The only time a negative idea about things I need to do popped up as I started to worry I just said to myself that there's nothing I can do about it right now and that was the end of it. On lsd I could easily gotten al twisted up over it. There is more of an emotional detachment to the experience. I felt more like an observer being shown these wonders rather than a participant with an emotional investiture like lsd seems to impart.
There is more I'm sure will present itself to me as time munches on.

Let me just say that it was absolutely the strongest and best psychedelic experience of my life, even more so than over 500ugs of lsd. I just wish I knew how many milligrams of mescaline I consumed. The whole trip lasted about 18 hours, by around noon the next day I was more or less back to baseline. I know this was long but it has been wanting to be shared with you folks in this community so there you have it.

 

Holy shit...

 

sweet report..

i especially liked when you were describing the visions when you were outside.

 

very nice!! ...

 

nice report
very vivid descriptions