Kaden_Nite
Bluelight Crew
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Background:
I have always made a point of distinguishing mescaline as being psychedelic in it's own cool, calm and collected way. It's cartoony, friendly, dreamy at times, but also quite lucid and doesn't get me tongue-tied like LSD and mushrooms can.
I have extracted mescaline crystal from cuttings of this cactus before. Yields were impressive, but I find the process too much work for small-scale ventures. Crystal always feels 'cleaner' and clearer, but often missing something. I have opted lately for crude tar. Simple and it works very well.
There was a lot there, too much to cap.. I managed to wash a few teaspoons down with Coca Cola, and did avoid, mostly, the distgusting, salty, earwax-taste of the material.
The Trip:
I lie back on the couch, sometime around 11:00pm. There is a building phase of what I call 'neuro nausea', which I wait out with YouTube clips and a quick phone call to a friend.
By around 1am, I look in the mirror and see that my pupils are lit up like fireworks, my face is warping and I'm laughing my ass off at nothing.
The visuals started pouring out of everywhere. Metallic blue ladybugs from the corner of the room, which appeared wrinkled with age. The room is filling with technicolour smoke and serpentine insectoids with faces morphing from lion to gremlin to dragon to gargoyle dogs.
In the smoky haze before me, I see complex geometrical patterns. Snowflakes and white glowing flecks are floating about me.
At times, text is almost impossible to read, like alien language and I am starting to get MDA-like eye wobbles. The constant bombardment of visuals (which I can not shake off, even for a second) are DMT-like at times, only less rapid than DMT. Everything has character, everything is moving.
I close my eyes, and instantly dream up a lakeside setting by a small waterfall. I consider putting music on, but the more I think of it, the more I can hear it; lo-fi beats to chill to at 3am are playing inside my head. I snapped myself out of this one, audio hallucinations worry me a bit.
After four or so hours I remember Bluelight's name and strategically work my way to the Psychedelic area in an attempt to document things I might otherwise forget.
Instead, I find myself captivated with the image of a tree-person (not so much an arboreal creature, or maybe that too, but she did literally appear to be made of tree). Her face was morphing in a way that I only recall seeing on considerable doses of acid. In the corners of her eyes, I saw peafowl feathers turn to birds of Paradise which fluttered out and away.
There are dragonflies and white glowing beetles hovering about the morphing geometry-filled smoke of the room. Rainbow snakes are moving about too, but I am unphased as they appear almost confectionary like.
I watch clips from a Pixar movie; Frozen. My eyes well up at the way the sisters try to protect each other. That hit me in a way that I won't get into that any further, but at least I got something mindful, emotive and something to think about from the experience.
One last thing:
Day off, I slept at around 10am, woke at 4pm a bit shaky, uncoordinated and with a dash of mania which I burned off after going out to post some letters, do some shopping and readjust to the gravity. My pupils are still huge.
I never thought that visuals matching DMT, LSD and even reminiscent of MDA in a number of ways, would ever be possible on mescaline. It was just constant visual effects of all kinds, all night, no ability to looks somewhere else or ignore it.
I can conclude that this drug has the ability to change dramatically at higher doses. I was still centred, reasonably lucid and laughing at times, but the layers of visual effects were like nothing I thought mescaline capable of. There was a bit more body-load than I'm used to, but nothing threatening.
I ended up liking it a lot, but I've enjoyed much more sensible doses just as much. This cutting was getting old, needed brewing, but I should have been more sensible in dosing. I didn't have to take the whole lot just because it was there.
Interesting experience though. Very interesting.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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I have always made a point of distinguishing mescaline as being psychedelic in it's own cool, calm and collected way. It's cartoony, friendly, dreamy at times, but also quite lucid and doesn't get me tongue-tied like LSD and mushrooms can.
I have extracted mescaline crystal from cuttings of this cactus before. Yields were impressive, but I find the process too much work for small-scale ventures. Crystal always feels 'cleaner' and clearer, but often missing something. I have opted lately for crude tar. Simple and it works very well.
There was a lot there, too much to cap.. I managed to wash a few teaspoons down with Coca Cola, and did avoid, mostly, the distgusting, salty, earwax-taste of the material.
The Trip:
I lie back on the couch, sometime around 11:00pm. There is a building phase of what I call 'neuro nausea', which I wait out with YouTube clips and a quick phone call to a friend.
By around 1am, I look in the mirror and see that my pupils are lit up like fireworks, my face is warping and I'm laughing my ass off at nothing.
The visuals started pouring out of everywhere. Metallic blue ladybugs from the corner of the room, which appeared wrinkled with age. The room is filling with technicolour smoke and serpentine insectoids with faces morphing from lion to gremlin to dragon to gargoyle dogs.
In the smoky haze before me, I see complex geometrical patterns. Snowflakes and white glowing flecks are floating about me.
At times, text is almost impossible to read, like alien language and I am starting to get MDA-like eye wobbles. The constant bombardment of visuals (which I can not shake off, even for a second) are DMT-like at times, only less rapid than DMT. Everything has character, everything is moving.
I close my eyes, and instantly dream up a lakeside setting by a small waterfall. I consider putting music on, but the more I think of it, the more I can hear it; lo-fi beats to chill to at 3am are playing inside my head. I snapped myself out of this one, audio hallucinations worry me a bit.
After four or so hours I remember Bluelight's name and strategically work my way to the Psychedelic area in an attempt to document things I might otherwise forget.
Instead, I find myself captivated with the image of a tree-person (not so much an arboreal creature, or maybe that too, but she did literally appear to be made of tree). Her face was morphing in a way that I only recall seeing on considerable doses of acid. In the corners of her eyes, I saw peafowl feathers turn to birds of Paradise which fluttered out and away.
There are dragonflies and white glowing beetles hovering about the morphing geometry-filled smoke of the room. Rainbow snakes are moving about too, but I am unphased as they appear almost confectionary like.
I watch clips from a Pixar movie; Frozen. My eyes well up at the way the sisters try to protect each other. That hit me in a way that I won't get into that any further, but at least I got something mindful, emotive and something to think about from the experience.
One last thing:
Day off, I slept at around 10am, woke at 4pm a bit shaky, uncoordinated and with a dash of mania which I burned off after going out to post some letters, do some shopping and readjust to the gravity. My pupils are still huge.
I never thought that visuals matching DMT, LSD and even reminiscent of MDA in a number of ways, would ever be possible on mescaline. It was just constant visual effects of all kinds, all night, no ability to looks somewhere else or ignore it.
I can conclude that this drug has the ability to change dramatically at higher doses. I was still centred, reasonably lucid and laughing at times, but the layers of visual effects were like nothing I thought mescaline capable of. There was a bit more body-load than I'm used to, but nothing threatening.
I ended up liking it a lot, but I've enjoyed much more sensible doses just as much. This cutting was getting old, needed brewing, but I should have been more sensible in dosing. I didn't have to take the whole lot just because it was there.
Interesting experience though. Very interesting.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_mescaline
substancecode_phenethylamines
substancecode_ethnobotanicals
explevel_experienced
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
roacode_oral
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