naura
Bluelighter
tl;dr: ~500mg mescaline at bonnaroo was sick as fuck, mescaline rules. it's lucid yet has insane visuals and a good social aspect.
A note about determining dosage:
Okay, so I got these capsules of mescaline. I was told they were extracted from San Pedro (probably a relatively simple acid/base?), and the capsules were medium-full of white powder. I took one at a reggae/stoner fest (along with 2C-P 8mg insufflated earlier, and 2g shrooms), and had a badass time. The mescaline itself seemed about as intense as my first time doing mescaline: one foot of San Pedro at another music festival, which is _usually_ ~250mg if I'm right. I have no way of knowing if my cactus was exceptionally potent, or weak, but 1ft = 250mg meshes well with the trip reports, data, and my experiences, so I assume the caps are about 250mg mescaline. This is corroborated by others who've done them, though they're not 'experts' either.
So a few days ago at bonnaroo (a music festival in tennessee), I took 2 caps of mescaline. I assume this to be 500mg, though it could have been less or more. This is my first time taking this amount of mescaline - I have previously done one foot of San Pedro (~250mg?) and on another occasion one capsule of this mescaline, which i estimate at 250mg. Following is a trip report:
9:00pm (T=0): I return from the festival grounds/concert area to my campsite, having finished my shift as a volunteer (I helped make the festival accessible to disabled patrons, and got a free ticket in exchange for 2 6-hour shifts over four days). Kings of Leon are playing, and I don't give a shit about them, so I'm skipping them to relax, blaze, and take my mescaline. At the time, I thought mescaline took two hours to reach its peak, plateaud out for another four, and then slowly began to wear off. My friend who took 250mg (1 cap) said he was usually able to sleep by the eighth hour. But since I took 500mg, I assumed I would be up all night. This was fine by me, as the festival had music until 6am. So at 9pm I take two caps of mescaline, and smoke a couple of bowls. This is because I want to see the Flaming Lips at midnight, as they are playing their own set, and then covering Dark Side of the Moon (!!!).
T+:30: I am feeling the edges of a comeup, a sharpening of everything I experience, as though objects/scenery/people embody their true natures in the way I perceive them. We are hanging out with the people camped near us, discussing music, smoking weed, and just chillin. Talking is easy, I feel lucid, but I also feel a bit of a tremor, whether anxiety or apprehension or both.
T+:1:00: The trip is more pronounced. I have visuals, a distinct sharpening and deepened significance to everything. If anyone here has read 'American Gods' by Neil Gaiman, it's a lot like "stepping behind the scenes" as Shadow does a few times.
T+1:30: I'm starting to trip pretty fucking hard. Visuals are awesome, I have auditory hallucinations. I'm still rational and coherent, though the sheer flood of sensory input renders me distracted. I have a weird experience - a widening bolt of utter darks flashes before me like lighting, and everything goes black for a second. I remain communicative and aware, just stunned by the awesome reality-discontinuity mescaline did to me.
T+2:30: Walking from camp to the festival grounds. Everywhere is jam packed with people, all lit up (Flamings Lips + them covering Dark Side + Bassnectar = lots of lights). I am tripping incredibly hard. I use the term 'facetits' to describe this. I was getting tracers off everything. Looking at all the lights was amazing. The sky was strangely lit up. Those were definitely some of the strongest visuals I have ever had, and their characteristics were unique - acid, shrooms, 2c's, do's etc simply don't look that way, and I've done a good amount of those.
T+3:00: We're at the Lips stage. We sit on a garbage trailer so as to have an unobstructed view of the lightshow. The Flaming Lips play their set first, and I am blown away. The lights are magnificent, the sound huge, and the words (surprisingly) still familiar to me. The mescaline visuals are fucking incredible, and I am lucid and talkative, chatting with others in the crowd.
T+5:00 (2:00AM): The Lips are done with Dark Side of the Moon. That was FUCKING MINDBLOWING. I'm not gonna say more about it because there's no point; it was beautiful and unique and transcendent in some way.
T+6:00: I got separated from my friends (I am still tripping balls), so I decide I'm going to make new ones and check out shows, as I will be awake. I have wonderful conversations with several people, and I can see why people say they feel like they're rolling when they're on mescaline, though I would say mescaline is less forced and more hallucinogenic.
T+8:30: I get back to camp at 5:30AM, having seen (some of) The Crystal Method, LCD Soundsystem, Galatic, and Mark Knight. I also talked to a shitload of people. The sun is starting to come up and there's no way I can sleep (the tent will get sweltering), so I decide to stay up the whole day. I smoke weed and chill for a few hours.
T+13:30: I go back into the festival, not having slept, and watch more bands until my shift begins at 5. I still feel the mescaline, though much less - much closer to baseline. I am lucid and rational throughout, though I was a bit confused when I was peaking.
I worked through my shift the next day and then passed out from exhaustion. I felt totally fine after sleeping. Mescaline is fucking amazing. Anyone have experience with higher dosages?
A note about determining dosage:
Okay, so I got these capsules of mescaline. I was told they were extracted from San Pedro (probably a relatively simple acid/base?), and the capsules were medium-full of white powder. I took one at a reggae/stoner fest (along with 2C-P 8mg insufflated earlier, and 2g shrooms), and had a badass time. The mescaline itself seemed about as intense as my first time doing mescaline: one foot of San Pedro at another music festival, which is _usually_ ~250mg if I'm right. I have no way of knowing if my cactus was exceptionally potent, or weak, but 1ft = 250mg meshes well with the trip reports, data, and my experiences, so I assume the caps are about 250mg mescaline. This is corroborated by others who've done them, though they're not 'experts' either.
So a few days ago at bonnaroo (a music festival in tennessee), I took 2 caps of mescaline. I assume this to be 500mg, though it could have been less or more. This is my first time taking this amount of mescaline - I have previously done one foot of San Pedro (~250mg?) and on another occasion one capsule of this mescaline, which i estimate at 250mg. Following is a trip report:
9:00pm (T=0): I return from the festival grounds/concert area to my campsite, having finished my shift as a volunteer (I helped make the festival accessible to disabled patrons, and got a free ticket in exchange for 2 6-hour shifts over four days). Kings of Leon are playing, and I don't give a shit about them, so I'm skipping them to relax, blaze, and take my mescaline. At the time, I thought mescaline took two hours to reach its peak, plateaud out for another four, and then slowly began to wear off. My friend who took 250mg (1 cap) said he was usually able to sleep by the eighth hour. But since I took 500mg, I assumed I would be up all night. This was fine by me, as the festival had music until 6am. So at 9pm I take two caps of mescaline, and smoke a couple of bowls. This is because I want to see the Flaming Lips at midnight, as they are playing their own set, and then covering Dark Side of the Moon (!!!).
T+:30: I am feeling the edges of a comeup, a sharpening of everything I experience, as though objects/scenery/people embody their true natures in the way I perceive them. We are hanging out with the people camped near us, discussing music, smoking weed, and just chillin. Talking is easy, I feel lucid, but I also feel a bit of a tremor, whether anxiety or apprehension or both.
T+:1:00: The trip is more pronounced. I have visuals, a distinct sharpening and deepened significance to everything. If anyone here has read 'American Gods' by Neil Gaiman, it's a lot like "stepping behind the scenes" as Shadow does a few times.
T+1:30: I'm starting to trip pretty fucking hard. Visuals are awesome, I have auditory hallucinations. I'm still rational and coherent, though the sheer flood of sensory input renders me distracted. I have a weird experience - a widening bolt of utter darks flashes before me like lighting, and everything goes black for a second. I remain communicative and aware, just stunned by the awesome reality-discontinuity mescaline did to me.
T+2:30: Walking from camp to the festival grounds. Everywhere is jam packed with people, all lit up (Flamings Lips + them covering Dark Side + Bassnectar = lots of lights). I am tripping incredibly hard. I use the term 'facetits' to describe this. I was getting tracers off everything. Looking at all the lights was amazing. The sky was strangely lit up. Those were definitely some of the strongest visuals I have ever had, and their characteristics were unique - acid, shrooms, 2c's, do's etc simply don't look that way, and I've done a good amount of those.
T+3:00: We're at the Lips stage. We sit on a garbage trailer so as to have an unobstructed view of the lightshow. The Flaming Lips play their set first, and I am blown away. The lights are magnificent, the sound huge, and the words (surprisingly) still familiar to me. The mescaline visuals are fucking incredible, and I am lucid and talkative, chatting with others in the crowd.
T+5:00 (2:00AM): The Lips are done with Dark Side of the Moon. That was FUCKING MINDBLOWING. I'm not gonna say more about it because there's no point; it was beautiful and unique and transcendent in some way.
T+6:00: I got separated from my friends (I am still tripping balls), so I decide I'm going to make new ones and check out shows, as I will be awake. I have wonderful conversations with several people, and I can see why people say they feel like they're rolling when they're on mescaline, though I would say mescaline is less forced and more hallucinogenic.
T+8:30: I get back to camp at 5:30AM, having seen (some of) The Crystal Method, LCD Soundsystem, Galatic, and Mark Knight. I also talked to a shitload of people. The sun is starting to come up and there's no way I can sleep (the tent will get sweltering), so I decide to stay up the whole day. I smoke weed and chill for a few hours.
T+13:30: I go back into the festival, not having slept, and watch more bands until my shift begins at 5. I still feel the mescaline, though much less - much closer to baseline. I am lucid and rational throughout, though I was a bit confused when I was peaking.
I worked through my shift the next day and then passed out from exhaustion. I felt totally fine after sleeping. Mescaline is fucking amazing. Anyone have experience with higher dosages?
