Mescaline / Cannabis / Nitrous - Various Exp - Far Out

[spacefacethebassace]

First, I'll post my journal entries for the experience, and then I'll explicate the integrated meaning of the night as I have interpreted it.

t 0:00 hr- Dosed 1 standard dose (300 mg) mescaline in aqueous solution. (I am *fairly* certain that I received actual mescaline, as the trip paralleled reports in duration and effects.)

t+0:30 Starting to feel a bit funny. Definite changes in visual perception. Psychedelic spaciness. Drew and I agreed that this looks/feels to be a fairly strong trip. I've also got salvia extract, nitrous oxide, and plenty of pot for the duration of this ride.

t+1:10 Getting very psychedelic, this is gonna be a ton of fun. Still about 1 and 1 half hours until i should 'expect' a peak. Sold a dose to a good friend, she's in for the night

t+12:00 The Next Morning-Good God! What an insane night that was. An excellent trip complete with glowsticks, glow ball thing, and blasting Shpongle. Shpongle really lent itself to the experience, set and setting determine a trip moreso than I previously realized.

~End of journal entry~

This experience really was probably the single best psychedelic trip of my life. Mescaline was really very good to me, it made me heat up a lot (strange, I hadn't expected this; fortunately, it was not problematic), and my mind stayed very clear the whole time. There wasn't any of the mindfuck that I get from acid and shrooms.

The setting of this trip was absolutely perfect, I had the house to myself and had a couple friends over to partake as well. We did all sorts of unusual things like color ourselves with highlighters and dance around beneath a blacklight, and we played catch with a glow ball in my backyard at midnight under a clear full moon.

At one point, I just laid flat on my back and stared up at the stars and the bright, full moon; the sky was breathtakingly beautiful and I found myself glued to the ground in complete awe of the universe I was a part of. I felt blessed to exist in such a beautiful state as I watched the trees morph and beckon like worshippers to a deity. I took a huge hit of nitrous oxide and while I stared at the moon my focus seemed to change entirely and I had a near omniscient view of the universe. I felt that I could see all of existence, and for a split second I understood the meaning of it all, why I am here, why we are all here. If only I could hold on that fucking meaning

The peak of this experience was very religious, and I feel that I left the trip with more than I had going into it. Mescaline is a very powerful psychedelic, and should not be taken lightly, or, in my humble opinion, purely for recreation.

 

[bikki_muncher69]

So you couldent eleborate on the tripping details abit more? im sure there was more to the trip than just glowsticks and shpongle!!!

 

[spacefacethebassace]

To be completely honest, I don't remember much

While I was tripping, I was constantly forgetting what had just happened. As you can see there, I recorded no entries between hours 1 and 12. A WHOLE lot happened during that time and it would be quite laborious to try and recall the entire night. I guess what I'm really trying to say is that I lack the vocabulary to describe such an experience.

I will tell you this, I drove to wal-mart at 3 o clock in the AM to get whipped cream cans. I parked the car on the wrong side of the garage when we returned, and then as some friends and I were railing a few 4 mg dillies, my mom came home from work. She knew from the music and the glowsticks that we were either tripping or rolling, and she was pretty damn upset (I didn't expect this, she's pretty cool about such things). Then one of my friends decided the time was right to tell everybody she wasn't feeling very good. I feel really responsible for this, because I should have realized she wouldn't handle it well. But, she did insist to try the mescaline with me, so in the end, it was her ill-fated decision.

She was having a bad trip so my mom took care of her, an hour after that, she spent a very long time vomiting all over my mom's bathroom. During this time, I was semi-unconscious from all the pot, the aftereffects of the trip, and the hydromorphone I'd railed. I felt like a real shithead, because it was basically my fault that my mom ended up having such a shitty time of it.

Interestingly enough, I'd still call my trip a glowing experience. And a learning experience as well.

 

[Mean Girl]

mescaline doesn't need to be combined with nitrous, cannabis or anything for the first time. your appreciation of it is surely tainted!

 

[spacefacethebassace]

^^You're right, but I was damn determined to go all out with this one. I can't remember a trip where I didn't smoke tons of grass as well, so that was kind of a given in my world.

Oh, and thanks for editing this thread title, I realized my mistake and then was unable to find a way to correct it.