That ghost one is eerie.. That one would have me questioning things, reality is certainly not as it seems.
I’ve also had so many shared hallucinations that it makes me wonder why and how. Like one time me and 7 or so other people all witnessed the same UFO’s flying in the sky after smoking some DMT.
Yea Mescaline I always describe as sneaky. Like with LSD you see something and you know almost 100% of the time whether it’s real or not. On Mescaline things can play tricks on your mind, and what seems real isn’t always “real.”
At lower doses it can almost be hard to pick up on. You won’t feel like your tripping necessarily but then some crazy unexplainable shit will happen.
Another time, me and my girl went camping deep in the woods near this waterfall to take Mescaline. The entire day it was a pretty mild uneventful trip.
As night got darker and colder we curled up in our sleeping bags. I laid there thinking I was awake but was likely drifted off into some kind of Mescaline dream state. I kept hearing what I thought was a bear rummaging around in our gear but would be stricken with paralysis that I couldn’t move when I heard it. Soon as I’d break from the paralysis to sit up the noise vanished.
Paralysis from fear isn’t my style lol, having camped many times before and since, this was unusual for me. The next morning there was nothing amiss, I had tripped all night hearing shit that wasn’t there.
-GC
O sorry, I meant to reply to this.
I even had a theory on who the ghost stoner was. During the time I was dating the ex-girlfriend of someone from my friend circle who killed himself (before I could meet them all), because my then-girlfriend broke up with him. I only saw him on some pictures, and this "ghost" had an incredible resemblance to him. My then gf kept
insisting that he would still visit her home all the time. I didn't believe her one bit, until one morning after a night of wine and mdma at her house, the moment I opened my eyes, I saw someone/something kneeling over the bed. Just for a second, then whatever it was was gone. That morning was the first time she told me that he's always there.
During the time I dated her I had a bunch of events I cannot explain, except with the assumption that I am bonkers mental, and she is too. Nothing like that happened again after we had to break up. We took a lot of psychedelics together, but a lot of this happened while I was sober, too.
What I love about Mescaline is that it's hard to prepare for, because it's as you well put it so "sneaky". Really changes the way you think into believing the beautiful little fairytale you made up for yourself. It makes you easily believe things like "O shit, if I don't leave this room soon I'm going to grow too tall for the door", and it can take hours until you realize the thought made 0 sense. On LSD I get small jolts that resemble something similar, but it doesn't take my mind down the rabbithole with it like that. It's more like "Check the toilet for crocodiles..O wait, haha!"
The combination was insanely beautiful, though. I mean I almost died a bunch of times, but the entire experience was sublime. I would only suggest to do this as an experienced "psychonaut", as they're apparently called. Be safe about it, and definitely with a sitter like I did. It's dangerous. I jumped into the dirt cannonball-style because I thought I was standing on a diving board. This REALLY has a grip over your mind that is hard to shake.
LSD always disappointed me a little, yknow, the way you imagine it to be, and the way it actually is(OK super high dosed LSD gets bonkers apparently, but as I said it made my brain go into overstimulus.) Mescaline is the real deal, it really leads you into the rabbit hole, and your mind right with it, with an eerily calm about it. There's mescaline stories you can't even tell, because people will think you made them up. My telepathic conversation with the mushroom people, the time my joint became a yellow schoolbus and drove away, and I couldn't find that joint again, the dwarf mine under my house. The time I picked my glasses up with my mind. I can't tell that shit to people who only smoked weed or take 150-300µg of LSD on weekends. They'll think I'm crazy, hell I think I'm crazy, because some of this shit I still can't rationally explain, other than by mindfart.
I think the shared hallucinations actually come from our morphogenetic fields "sync"-ing up in a group. A group that often hangs out has a certain sort of "hivemind". The individuals in the group sync up their thought-patterns, be it likes, dislikes, rest, unrest, etc. pp., a group has a way of thinking about X
inside the group, even though the individuals might have another way of thinking about X
outside of it. That's the psychology of masses.
With access to psychotrope substances our heightened ability to perceive the electromagnetic fields other brains produce, I think it's easier to lose control over the signals we give out to others. We think something is real, and maybe a danger, our brain sends the signal, other brains read the signal, they see it too.
At least that's what I think it is.
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