This is my first trip report and my memory isn’t the clearest, so I apologise if it’s confusing at all!
This happened to me about a year and a half ago. It was my 4th time taking LSD and first time taking mescaline. Since then I have taken LSD many more times, though I haven’t come across mescaline again.
I was at a doof (psychedelic outdoor party in Australia) with my friend Matt. The plan for the night was to take LSD. We planned on finding it there at the party. So I danced for a while, while Matt went to look for some. He came back a little while later with a wildly excited look on his face. “Hey G, do you want to try mescaline?!!” Of course I did.
He took me to this little stall, where a guy was selling those herbal high sort of things, like guarana balls and “I can’t believe it’s not opium” (<-- lol). The guy had been talking to Matt, and under the table he had these balls of brown pastey stuff which he said were Mescaline that he’d extracted from the San Pedro cacti that he was selling above the table. He said each ball was enough for 2 mild doses. So we bought the ball, halved it, and ate it (had to eat it in bits and swallow without chewing to avoid tasting it). Even though we ate it that way I nearly vomited from the taste in my throat, but luckily held it back.
After a few minutes, I sort of realised that I really didn’t know what to expect. So I went over to the guy we bought it off, and asked him a bit about it. I found out that I should only expect a mild effect from that dose, and that it would take like 3 or 4 hours to kick in. I was very disappointed, because that means that by the time I start tripping it would be nearly morning and I would spend most of the night sober. And even when I did start tripping, it would be quite mild. So I asked if it was compatible with LSD, and he said it would be fine. So we bought 1 tab of LSD and halved it (just to be safe, seeing as we didn’t know how it would go with the mescaline)
The first thing I noticed was that the LSD hit me much faster than usual. In fact, I still had it in my mouth when I started feeling it. Usually LSD takes a long time to come on for me. Matt and I went to my car, sat in it, and started laughing and chatting about “trip themes” and all these other weird things we were coming up with. It was very fun and giggly.
A little while later, when we were already tripping quite heavily, Matt bought each of us a hash cookie. He ate his, but I saved mine for a few days later (best decision of my life to date). Anyway, the cookie ended up making Matt totally fucked up but he was enjoying it, and he wanted to just chill in my car for a while, so I left him to it and went off by myself.
I spent ages just looking up at the sky and all the millions of stars, and there was this gap where there were no clouds or stars, just this weird black shape. Even though I knew it was just a shape in the clouds, it felt like it was also some sort of guiding spirit. I can’t really explain it… I knew perfectly well that it was nothing but a cloud pattern, but I felt so spiritual and empowered at that moment, like that shape was my protector. As I was walking around and dancing all these amazingly introspective thoughts were coming to me. I realised how free I felt without having to carry a bag or anything, and I realised that possessions and money are nothing but a horrible burden. I realised, for the first time, that NOTHING exists except for RIGHT NOW. I learnt some incredible things. In fact, the next day when somebody asked me how the trip went, I said something along the lines of “I’ve learnt more tonight than I have in my entire 13 years of schooling”. My brain didn’t feel so scrambled and frantic as it usually does on acid… it was sort of calming and really spiritual. I felt amazing.
And then the moment. To this day this is one of the most amazing moments of my life: I left the dancing crowd and headed up the hill towards the bathroom, but on my way I decided to sit by myself in the grass for a bit. I was looking over the entire doof, watching everybody dancing. Watching all the trees that surrounded us. The colours were magnificent, everything was gleaming with life and colour and beauty. And at that moment I found peace. True peace, and bliss. I said to myself “finally, I am at peace”. Everything just WAS. Everything was just there and it was beautiful and simple. Nothing on this earth could compare to the way I felt at that moment.
After a long time I went back and danced, continued learning things, etc. Just tripping out. At about 5am something happened… the closest thing I could compare it to is like entering a state of meditation, although I was dancing and my eyes were open. But it was like suddenly being pushed forward into this state of pure “being” where I wasn’t thinking and my mind wasn’t chattering away, I was just being. Existing.
As Matt was going to be my designated driver and he was way more fucked than I was, I ended up having to drive home at about 8am. Lets just not go in to that drive![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
. However when I got home the fun hadn’t stopped. At that time I lived in a beautiful country property, and when I got home I went for a walk down the mountain and into the valley. Everything was still gleaming with beauty and life, and there were mild colours moving in my eyes when I looked up at the sky. For the whole rest of the day I felt so whole and amazing.
There were some very unique things about this trip. Although I only had a mild dose of mescaline, and a mild dose of acid, the trip was really strong. Kind of like the whole 2+2=5 thing. Also, where acid usually gives me that sort of… feeling of discomfort and confusion and craziness, I seemed to be so clear headed and relaxed. Having never taken mescaline before or since, I can’t really compare it to a mescaline experience where I wasn’t on acid also. However, while it was primarily an “acid trip” there was definitely something different about it. Something more calming, and spiritual, and insightful.
This happened to me about a year and a half ago. It was my 4th time taking LSD and first time taking mescaline. Since then I have taken LSD many more times, though I haven’t come across mescaline again.
I was at a doof (psychedelic outdoor party in Australia) with my friend Matt. The plan for the night was to take LSD. We planned on finding it there at the party. So I danced for a while, while Matt went to look for some. He came back a little while later with a wildly excited look on his face. “Hey G, do you want to try mescaline?!!” Of course I did.
He took me to this little stall, where a guy was selling those herbal high sort of things, like guarana balls and “I can’t believe it’s not opium” (<-- lol). The guy had been talking to Matt, and under the table he had these balls of brown pastey stuff which he said were Mescaline that he’d extracted from the San Pedro cacti that he was selling above the table. He said each ball was enough for 2 mild doses. So we bought the ball, halved it, and ate it (had to eat it in bits and swallow without chewing to avoid tasting it). Even though we ate it that way I nearly vomited from the taste in my throat, but luckily held it back.
After a few minutes, I sort of realised that I really didn’t know what to expect. So I went over to the guy we bought it off, and asked him a bit about it. I found out that I should only expect a mild effect from that dose, and that it would take like 3 or 4 hours to kick in. I was very disappointed, because that means that by the time I start tripping it would be nearly morning and I would spend most of the night sober. And even when I did start tripping, it would be quite mild. So I asked if it was compatible with LSD, and he said it would be fine. So we bought 1 tab of LSD and halved it (just to be safe, seeing as we didn’t know how it would go with the mescaline)
The first thing I noticed was that the LSD hit me much faster than usual. In fact, I still had it in my mouth when I started feeling it. Usually LSD takes a long time to come on for me. Matt and I went to my car, sat in it, and started laughing and chatting about “trip themes” and all these other weird things we were coming up with. It was very fun and giggly.
A little while later, when we were already tripping quite heavily, Matt bought each of us a hash cookie. He ate his, but I saved mine for a few days later (best decision of my life to date). Anyway, the cookie ended up making Matt totally fucked up but he was enjoying it, and he wanted to just chill in my car for a while, so I left him to it and went off by myself.
I spent ages just looking up at the sky and all the millions of stars, and there was this gap where there were no clouds or stars, just this weird black shape. Even though I knew it was just a shape in the clouds, it felt like it was also some sort of guiding spirit. I can’t really explain it… I knew perfectly well that it was nothing but a cloud pattern, but I felt so spiritual and empowered at that moment, like that shape was my protector. As I was walking around and dancing all these amazingly introspective thoughts were coming to me. I realised how free I felt without having to carry a bag or anything, and I realised that possessions and money are nothing but a horrible burden. I realised, for the first time, that NOTHING exists except for RIGHT NOW. I learnt some incredible things. In fact, the next day when somebody asked me how the trip went, I said something along the lines of “I’ve learnt more tonight than I have in my entire 13 years of schooling”. My brain didn’t feel so scrambled and frantic as it usually does on acid… it was sort of calming and really spiritual. I felt amazing.
And then the moment. To this day this is one of the most amazing moments of my life: I left the dancing crowd and headed up the hill towards the bathroom, but on my way I decided to sit by myself in the grass for a bit. I was looking over the entire doof, watching everybody dancing. Watching all the trees that surrounded us. The colours were magnificent, everything was gleaming with life and colour and beauty. And at that moment I found peace. True peace, and bliss. I said to myself “finally, I am at peace”. Everything just WAS. Everything was just there and it was beautiful and simple. Nothing on this earth could compare to the way I felt at that moment.
After a long time I went back and danced, continued learning things, etc. Just tripping out. At about 5am something happened… the closest thing I could compare it to is like entering a state of meditation, although I was dancing and my eyes were open. But it was like suddenly being pushed forward into this state of pure “being” where I wasn’t thinking and my mind wasn’t chattering away, I was just being. Existing.
As Matt was going to be my designated driver and he was way more fucked than I was, I ended up having to drive home at about 8am. Lets just not go in to that drive
. However when I got home the fun hadn’t stopped. At that time I lived in a beautiful country property, and when I got home I went for a walk down the mountain and into the valley. Everything was still gleaming with beauty and life, and there were mild colours moving in my eyes when I looked up at the sky. For the whole rest of the day I felt so whole and amazing.There were some very unique things about this trip. Although I only had a mild dose of mescaline, and a mild dose of acid, the trip was really strong. Kind of like the whole 2+2=5 thing. Also, where acid usually gives me that sort of… feeling of discomfort and confusion and craziness, I seemed to be so clear headed and relaxed. Having never taken mescaline before or since, I can’t really compare it to a mescaline experience where I wasn’t on acid also. However, while it was primarily an “acid trip” there was definitely something different about it. Something more calming, and spiritual, and insightful.
