DOSE:

27 g

oral

Cacti - T. pachanoi

(dried)

BODY WEIGHT:

175 lb

It was like fucking DEATH getting it down this time. I tried eating it like San Pedro cactus jerky but this time it was a thousand times bitterer and awful tasting. Could this be an indicator of potency I wonder, as the cactus further dried for a week. I scrambled looking for a coffee grinder, and after making a mess with a blender instead, I made myself a slimy wet lemon cactus drink that was inferior to cat piss in taste quality. It was dreadful ... And I still had a handful to somehow get down. So after discovering a coffee grinder and fearing whether I would get any trip at all, I ground it up and added warm water and some lemon ... This turned into elephant snot and worse than the cat piss lemon drink earlier... This one I had to chase with V8 spicy tomato drink and holy christ was the texture awful. It became a gooey slimy mucous cocktail that made me gag the second I tried to swallow. I've never been so horrified by my own sense of taste and smell. So I got it all down at last and the battle against nausea began, I was also eating 85% dark chocolate to try to forget that god-awful taste and smell.

So I won the battle and sweet Jesus was it ever worth it!! The potency of this trip felt 2-3x greater than the nice body high I had last time [with 2 feet]. Tonight, or last night rather, I had wondrous visuals both inside and outside my head. I was waiting on a friend to pick me up but had an unbelievable time alone in my room. I imagine the scene of me squirming and jolting in my chair with my hands over my head, exploring for some unknown otherworldly reality, would look quite hilarious. I was listening to Feels Good Inc over and over again, I'm not even a big fan of the song, but it felt right at the time ...

It started hitting me hard and I stood up in the room to gather myself after probably 25mins of tripping to gorillaz and studying the weird clouds in the video. I probably stood there staring at 2 posters of wolves on my wall for what felt like days, and a 'Knives out' radiohead poster that's been on my wall for centuries, and all the visuals were awe inspiring. The posters first began to breathe and the designs would start to flow and extend as if they were a growing tree desperately sprouting new limbs in search of oxygen.... At first I was telling myself this whole thing was a placebo effect surely, but it only continued and intensified. I was mesmerized and was also seeing lucid and colorful impressions when my eyes were closed. And when Dema finally arrived at my house I was so disoriented that I was barely dressed. I had gotten up at first to get my socks, but was getting lost in awe as the mescaline began to take hold, and only his headlights shining through my window 20 minutes later finally compelled me to finish that task. Really cool stuff.

We went uptown with another guy and it was a chill ride but I would say wasted my trip a little. It's really not a social drug at all, and it sometimes makes me very withdrawn and untalkative, and so going to an uptown club maybe wasn’t wise (we got into the third club we tried because I was rejected from Forum for my beat up white tennis shoes, and my hoodie over my lifeguard shirt after failing to properly dress myself). It's a pretty mellow experience and it's a waste of cactus to spend worrying about what others think when you're in a bar etc ...

So probably 2-3 hours pass of my buddies trying to get girls and me just going along for the ride and we head back to my house. I started tripping shortly before midnight and it was well after 2 o'c but it felt like just 5 minutes had gone by. By far the coolest part about uptown was this huge panoramic mural that is enhanced by mirrors that you have to look up to when I was waiting for the ATM. The whole painting oozed into life and every detail twisted and swirled as if ripples in a pond, as I felt my body fighting a crisp wind that seemed strongest when I tried to admire this painting. This 5 minutes alone made the dreadful slime worth drinking.

After a pretty uneventful drive home I got back to the house and was still very much into my trip. Upon retrospect it's difficult to really say where I peaked, but the mescaline was certainly still going strong. I gorged on some food that was sitting uncovered in the kitchen and it was so incredibly good, not unlike the gratifying feeling when eating a meal on marijuana. I scarfed this down with intensity and watched some of the movie 'Dazed and Confused' and felt really happy and was enjoying it greatly. I then went to the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, and was dazzled by watching my face morph and distort like I was no longer looking at myself. Very cool, and also these strange visuals of almost body tattoos with intricate designs covering my shoulders and arms and a strange pattern of dark lines very quickly outlining my face and drawing pictures on me like some ancient Aztec warrior putting on his ornaments. Really neat stuff and I got a look at how gigantic my pupils had gotten. It shocked me at first, realizing they were the size of watermelons, I was looking very animal like, I felt like I was connecting to the wolves' eyes on my wall ...

So I was getting cold and felt like lying down after playing with the wolves some more, and while gazing out my window and realizing I couldn't focus on the clump of leaves outside, and how it almost hurt my eyes to try to focus on one leaf, I felt like I had to go to the backyard. It was wet, dark, and cold out there but these facts were as insignificant as my name. I simply laid back on a wooden bench and let the immersiveness and power of nature take hold. The leaves and branches from the tree that were hanging straight on top of me seemed to come alive and breathe. They had vivid textures and interchanging patterns that would play games with my eyes. The word 'kaleidoscope' kept appearing in my head while I tried to explain to myself what I was seeing.... I watched as great tall spruces swayed in the breeze and the clouds behind them flew by with haste. I remember letting loose of my own existence and wondering about the perspective this magnificent tree had. I imagined how insignificant this house of mine beside him must feel and how from a 100 ft up he could still see old friends from a forest now all but forgotten. There was a society up there and my house and those of the neighbours mattered little ... I remember eventually dozing off and coming back awake with a steady wind that would ruffle all the branches above and I felt cold. I was out there with jeans and a bare back lying on wet, cold wood for an unknown amount of time. At least an hour I feel because it was 430am when I went back upstairs and finally went into a half sleep half trip where I couldn't tell exactly if I felt comfortable or not, or cold or not. My sensory perceptions were smeared. Before sunrise I had the urge to arise and write a trip report, partly because my mind couldn't rest. Also of note, a very pleasant body high was taking place throughout the entire journey that I would liken most to maybe floating on air. A real euphoria where I didn't much mind anything at all.

So all in all a very enlightening trip and much respect for this ancient teacher, San Pedro, as clichéd as that sounds it needs to be written. I may have to reconsider the setting in the future and will probably try to just mellow out with it and not try to socialize. Lying in a forest somewhere seems ideal. Best trip I've ever had I'd say, and certainly the most intense. The nicest part was that it was never really threatening or menacing in anyway ... Just a mellow feel of existence, and a chance to appreciate life in a different way.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 82781
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 25
Published: Jul 15, 2020	Views: 727
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