One night I couldn't fall asleep and I ended up typing a way too long TR about my weekend up in the country with some friends doing a myriad of drugs including mescaline and a lot of OxyContin. It's on my other computer and I will eventually edit and post it, but for now I really want to talk about the most beautiful part of the experience for me, the serenity pond. I did a Peruvian torch brew with two other friends up at my cottage in the laurentians, a few hours north of Montreal, a place where I feel very happy and one of my preferred psychedelic settings. It is a big wooden cottage overlooking a valley with a river in the bottom. My favourite part about being up there is that it is very isolated with no light pollution whatsoever. You can see the stars perfectly and I sleep very well, without even taking a huge pile of benzos, a miracle for me. We made a sort of ritual about drinking the mescaline and I asked the cactus for some sort of serenity. I ended up getting to a pretty good +++ trip, light visuals, but very profound. At one point I went out to take a piss and I was sitting on the porch and eventually I looked up and noticed my surroundings. i had found the most beautiful, serene place imaginable, a sort of illusory pond. I was sitting in the middle, floating on a dock that was my porch. The way the darkness of the night was so completely black made it look as if the space between the plants was water and the plants were some sort of beautiful iridescent aquatic plants. It was like sitting on a dock in the middle of the night, with the stars reflecting on the water and a few plants hovering just above the surface and fractalizing into green and red light that would shoot up towards the sky and toach the stars. I sat there for what could have been an eternity to me until my friend opened the door with a spliff. The visuals were not that intense as the dose wasn't too high, but the combination of the mescaline and the illusion my surroundings created was profound. I must say I found the serenity I had been seeking. (not that it's right to seek something from a psychedelic, but instead to be open to whatever it brings you) I guess it's better to say the cactus gave me something very valuable. I plan on painting it
Looking forward to seeing the artwork- setting the scene for a journey is always a blessing, its good to trip in other ways although nothing beats the beauty in knowing what you need and having that fulfilled.. Thanks for sharing, ive had a good few moment where i feel truly blessed from what ive seen and knowing what i need within myself... May u have many more !
Recently I've been going deeeeep down the rabbit hole, with dipropyltryptamine, aMT binges and MAOI-b+2cb+other shit and generally having -- not "bad" -- but "cray and itnense as fuck trips" I'm really down for another mescaline trip (possibly mescaline -HCL, or a synthetic mescaline phenthylamine analogue like nbome mescaline. I really enjoy how, at mediocre doses you just get this perfect euphoria and laughter and happiniess. I miss that about psychedellics as lately, I've just been going :why do we do this to ourselves??" and doing powerful as fuck trips. I've learned a lot, but it certainly hasn't been chilled out and fun. I'm thinking of ordering another 60g peruvian torch from psychonaut (40$ish), but between two people and with a better exraction/tea brewing method than last time... Mescaline is by far my favourite (as uin I like doing it the most, not that it's taught me the most) psychedellic there is and I'd be very down to do more if it weren't so damn expensive around here...
Mescaline is such a beautiful trip. Its such a serene feeling and actually feels like medicine to me, I enjoyed reading you report.
Thanks. If anyone's interested, I wrote out a (rather long) report of the whole few days we spent up there and all the crazy shit that went down. It's more of a story of a drug adventure, than just a TR, though. i'll post it when I find it hidden somewhere in my mass of documents... Yeah, i've been doing heavy doses of RCs and, well, there was the 150mg DPT which we have still been getting into intense speed conversations about to this day (actually, I jsut returned from one. We were playing cthulu RPG and it degraded into, "yooo, when love, hate. life and death merged, I was shot into the centre of the process and it looked like this! Yeah me too dude! FUCK! OMG! this, that, whatever, wow, that was a damn powerful tryptamine and powerful tryptamines & ego death is a crazy thing to go through, especially if you go through it with others... Anyways, right now I'm really down for a chilled out mescaline trip where we can just relax somewhere and feel wonderful and see the beuty and serenity in life. Taking hardcore psychedellics kicks me in the face and forces me to solve my problems, taking gentle, caring psychedellics just lets me unwind and deal with my problems in a happy, beautiful, serene way, learning to understand the world and how it works, as well as havign a wonderful time laughing with friends about different ways we could be siamese twins Unfortunately, I somehow ended up being a foot XD. I'll post my extremely long story (or sort of TW) of the three days or so my friends and I were up in the isolated cabin with the drug stash and what went down soon, and I've been doing a lot more sketching and painting (unfortunately I'm no good with computer art) recently, so I'll put the mescaline serenity pond as the next thign on my list to draw, scan and put on the internet. Be rigth back with a long story fo an epic few days... Pax and Love, HF!
Alrighty then. After the two weeks of at least 80mg/day of OC, I only even went through one day of withdrawal. Not so bad really, opiate withdrawal doesn't tend to fuck me over as much as it does to most people. But for that one day, I took a bunch of amps and had nothign better to do than to type up a TR, or, more like it, the story of the week, so here it is: TR.docx: so here goes: To be put on hipforums as a TR: The story of my weekend: I’m not really sure where this goes, as this is the story of the use of many different drugs, but synthetic drugs is my favourite forum around these parts and is the place where most phenethylamine-related experiences are discussed, so I’m posting it here… A few days before our three-day long trip to my cottage, my friend R and I acquired a bit more than a gram and a halfish, in total (split between the two of us) of Oxycodone, mostly in 20mg name brand OxyContin pills and a few 40’s and 80’s. It had been our original intention to do a few and sell the rest for profit. The original investment money had been from our very successful ketamine sales and we thought we’d easily be able to sell it without blowing it all. It being OxyContin, we were, of course, completely incorrect in our assumption. R, having heart problems rarely gets to enjoy drugs and usually sticks to psychadelics, so finding a drug that slowed his heart rate instead of making it faster made him want to do lots and, personally, I’m just an opiate fiend. R has very little opiate tolerance and I hadn’t been doing opiates for a while, with the exception of a little cwe’d codeine, so both of us could get pretty high of 20-40mg. We had been binging on the OxyContin for a while when R, O and I decided to make the drive up to my cottage in the Laurentians, two hours north of Montreal. It’s in a very beautiful, isolated spot above a river, where we have a huge property with two cabins and several treehouses in the forest. We brought with us a fear and loathing briecase-esque drug collection, which we wanted to picture for my TR, but did a bad job due to poor lighting. I love organizing my drugs so I found a small set of droors in which I put our whole collection. Photos are attached. Anyways, we brought with us approximately this: 1000mg Oxycodone in 20mg OxyContin pills, around 60 grams of Peruvian torch mescaline, some blue mitsubishi ecstasy pills (which we believe to be MDA, rather than MDMA, probably mixed with some speed, caffeine, etc.), 3.5 grams of good dank (and unfortunately no rolling papers), 5mg of alprazolam in 0.5mg xanax pills, various non-psychoactive drugs (like 5-htp and melatonin) for general mental health, some alcohol and 10 trianal capsules (barbituate, codeine, caffeine & aspirin mix) We arrived late in the day and I will tell the story of the following three nights in the order of night 1, night 2, etc., as opposed to day 1, day2, etc. because we are odd, nocturnal, drug fiending beasts who rarely see daylight. NIGHT 1 This was the main opiate/benzo abuse night. I had already ran through all my benzodiazepine prescriptions and I had one last one that was supposed to be an emergency prescription solely for panic attacks. I had been supposed to get 3x0.5mg xanax, but for some reason I got 10 instead so I was very, very happy. R and I had a deal going where one of us would crack out a 20 OC to share, then the other the next one, so we downed 2.5mg alprazolam each, leaving O out as he doesn’t do benzos and started blowing the OxyContin. I don’t have much to say about night 1 other than that doing large quantities of benzos and opiates is so much fucking fun. I can’t think of very many things in this world I enjoy more. All three of us probably did at least 80mg oxy in total, if not more, and the benzos potentiated the fuck out of it We had a good time and talked and were euphoric and all was good in the world. We woke up at around dinnertime the next day and made bacon. NIGHT 2 Night 2 was the more interesting of the three nights we spent up at my cottage. After cooking our dinnertime bacon breakfast, we started our 3-hour long mescaline brew, stirring occasionally and went off to wander the woods around our property. O and I went to one of my treehouses and snorted oxycontin out of emptied ketamine vials for a while and smoked weed and cigarettes, while R watched the brew. We all then went exploring and checked out my other treehouse. Nighttime came and we went back to our cabin (we weren’t sleeping in the main cabin with the kitchen, but a smaller separate one with a few mattresses). We did our habitual few OC 20s and made cigarette joints as we had forgotten our rolling papers. For those of you who don’t know how to do this, you carefully empty a cigarette, remove the filter and insert a roach, then fill the ex-cigarette with dank. No one could figure out how to fill the cigarette until I realized that you could vacuum the tube full of weed by inhaling the cigarette. Once the mescaline was brewed, we removed the cactus matter and filled three glasses and sat in a triangle with our feet touching in a Bokononist ritual of sorts and invoked different spirits into the brew. I breathed serenity into my cup, hoping the mescaline gods would grant me that. We allowed ourselves to relinquish self to the cactus and did some breathing and meditation, then downed the brew and O and I (as R doesn’t smoke weed due to heart problems) went and smoked the joint. A few hours later the trip started to come on. O and R said they were feeling a come up but barely any visuals so far, a good + or, +.5, while I was already at a nice +++, with the grains in the wood of the walls flowing down like a waterfall and full on breathing walls, audio hallucinations, etc. The visuals most reminded me of my 2ce trip (and first psychadellic experience) with my good friend known as CannbisSoul. Neither R, nor O had much experience with phenethylamines, as it was our first experience with mescaline for all of us and they mostly did tryptamines and few RC’s, while I had done many of Shulgin’s famous phenthylamines, but never mescaline. R had done mostly huge amounts of LSD, O mostly huge quantities of mushrooms, and I mostly research chemicals (I have never actually taken lsd and only done mushrooms maybe five or six times). I wanted to explain to my two friends that they only needed to find the wavelength of the phenethylamine to find the great +++ trip I was having, and that I had had an easier time finding it as I had more experience with this drug family, but, even still a +++ is always noticeable, no matter what previous experience. Their +’s eventually evolved to ++’s, and they found a happy, mood elevated mind trip with minor OEVs and some COVs, but didn’t get much from the mescaline. We concluded that either I had accidentally drank their energies (which I was very sorry about as I like to share the spirit of a drug and it made me feel somewhat sad for a while), or – more probably – we hadn’t stirred the brew and I had got the bottom of it, which had the majority of the active ingredient. Based on our experiences, we believe I got ~30-40grams and them 10-15 each. In my cabin there is a secret room hidden behind one of the walls, that can only be opened by pulling a hidden rope. Upon showing them this Scooby doo type door, we found a chansaw hidden behind it (for some reason the items in this room always change. Originally there had been a shotgun but that disappeared, then a knife, and now a chainsaw). R proceeded to find another chainsaw hidden in the room and we had an awesome mescaline chainsaw fight, which I admit scared the shit out of me. Eventually I had to go out for a piss and I sat on the porch of the small cabin and found myself a ++++, the moment I had been hoping for, the serenity. The way the light reflected off the leaves around me in the forest and the beautiful darkness of this isolated place, far from the city (which is what cures my insomnia and allows me to sleep so well up there), combined with the heavy visual distortion of the mescaline created the illusion of this beautiful serene pond, as if the porch were a dock, floating on the water and the plants, reflecting the moonlight, were these beautiful iridescent water plants, just above the surface, the complete blackness between the plants looked like the water. I sat there for what seemed like an eternity enjoying the most peaceful moment of my life until O opened the door with another cigarette joint. We smoked it and the combination finally brought him to his +++ and I was able to show him my pond, which he agreed was the most serene place imaginable. Eventually we went back inside. We were sitting and talking about what it would be like to be twins connected in odd ways, like at the leg (but one person upside down, the other not), or three Siamese twins, and how we would make pants that would fit. One of these ideas had me being a foot. I pulled out my laptop and made a drawing (attached), called niggerfoot.jpg. Somehow my drug addled mbp big mousepad drawing skills represented the situation perfectly, each terribly drawn stick figure being obviously one of us, and we all knew who was who. This is where we found the psychadellic laughter, reminding me of an experience on 2cp, where I found the meaning of life to be very funny and laughed about it for several hours straight. I can’t remember much else, but it was a great night and we certainly hope to do mescaline again, but better brewed and at a higher dosage. We eventually oxycontined ourselves to a nodd and awake the next day at around 7pm and cooked more bacon. NIGHT 3 Wanting to have another benzo/opiates night like night 1, I went searching and found the trianal, knowing it to have a good dose of a barbituate butalbital. It’s a very old prescription for migraines that had been laying around and, having missed out on the barbituate days of the past, we decided to try it out. We took a few capsules each and wanted to know if it was insufflatable. We emptied out the capsules and tried doing lines, which hurt like fuck and obviously weren’t a good idea but seemed to work. The idiots we are, e dared each other to do big lines of the painful drug cocktail, and we eventually decided not to and just parachuted the rest of the powder pile we had made when we emptied out the other 5 capsules. At one point there were three CD cases of white powder on the table, two with the barbituate/codeine mix and one with a few OC 20’s on it, all for me, as I was to contribute the next OC pile and the trianals were mine. I was pretty high and got confused and had a piece of tinfoil in my hand so I ended up snorting and smoking a bunch of barbituate without realizing it and only stopped when I realized it tasted like poison and hurt my nose, so I parachuted the rest and epically smoked and snorted all the oxy away, then ate the third cd case full of trianal. Surprised at my fiendy gesture, my friends crushed up some of my OxyContin to blow, as sharing is caring. A funny note: a drug with muscle-relaxing and analgesic properties is called TRIANAL. TRI ANAL. It’s funny…. Anyways, we got very fucked up off the barbituate/codeine/oxycodone mix and eventually decided we wanted to find out if it went well with ecstasy. There being very few pills and, us all enjoying snorting stuff, we crushed up the blue Mitsubishis and put them on another cd case next to the oxycontin. We made a hexagram of blue ecstasy lines. It ended up being a very good combo, but we were sure it was MDA. The high was fun and psychadellic and mixed well with the other drugs, but lacked that special ecstasy magic and had no upper affect at all. For some reason it put us to sleep. We enjoyed the high for a while, btu the MDA definitely knocked us out. Although opiates make me nod blissfully, I never quite fall asleep on them, but the MDA forced me to fall asleep, even though I wanted to stay up and enjoy the many more hours the drugs would be in my system, but it made the blankets so soft and the pillows so comfy I had to fall asleep… --→>>> Thus ends our stay at my cottage. It was very interesting and drugs were fun and all had many a good time. Sometime soon we hope to go up and enjoy the daylight more and bring a better array of psychadellics. I hope to buy a good range of RCs sometime soon for such a venture. I’ve quit OxyContin for a little while, though I still have a good stash, and I’m writing this enjoying the WDs. I’ll start up on opiates again eventually, but right now I’m enjoying being drug-free, except a few T3s and laxatives to make the damned oxy withdrawal less shitty. DRUGS AHOY!
All that sounds like a great bingeful weekend. You have my interest piquéd in the benzo/opiate combo based on your report but I dont use either class of drugs. The mescaline sounded absolutley amazing, sucks your friends weren't quite on the same level. If those blue pills were mdxx they were most likely mde which is known for being very stoning and leading to rumors of heroin laced ecstasy, mda is often more stimulating than MDMA.
They were blue mitsubishis. The provider of them assured as they were MDA, but I also had orange diamonds (which I know are MDA) and they felt different. MDE makes perfect sense. And, although that whole ex mixed with heroin thing is garbage, we were pretty much doing heroin, so that could explain it too...
lol now that's a weekend man. i have a question for you since you have also seem to know a little about opiates. do you think that suboxone would block the alkaloids in the cacti? suboxone contains bupernorphine and naltrexone. i'm sure i probably spelled those wrong but the bupe is to replace the opiate and the naltrexone is supposed to push the opiates off your receptors to replace them with the bupe, and the block any effects if someone were to try and use opiates while on them. they're not a total blocker but they do a very good job at it so i was wondering if that would effect the mescaline in the cacti? thanks for any information
it shouldn't. The opiate itself, mixed with the mescaline was a good time IME (with peruvian torch and oxycontin) and the naltrexone should only block other opiates from bonding with receptors, not any of the mescaline alkaloids. I would think it should be fine, but Ièm not completely sure.
well just so ya know the suboxone doesn't block a think. lol. i'm working on another thread where i'll explain what i did but i can't say that i noticed anything being blocked out. actually the mescaline over-rode any other feelings i had to be honest, i would need another experience to say for sure probably.
