Voodoochild870
Bluelighter
Well, I finally had the opportunity to try Mescaline. EXTRACTED Mescaline at that. I took the drug at 5:00PM on Sunday, and it came in a pill capsule and was a pinkish/peach colored powder. I probably took something like 350mgs, but it wasn’t actually measured, that’s just what my guess would be. When I took it, it was about 3 hours after eating a large meal, and surprisingly during this whole trip I didn’t puke at all and barely even felt nauseous. I felt very relaxed and in such an excited mood to finally try this psychedelic. No other drugs were taken during the experience, although I did have some Scotch in my system from earlier in the day. Weed wasn’t even smoked during this whole trip (I didn’t have any left).
The first 2 hours waiting I just sat here watching “The Doors” [pretty good movie] and then decided I should be outside. My little 8 year old sister asked me if I wanted to ride my bike with her to this nearby park and thought that’d be a great idea, so that’s what we did, and by the time we got there, I was in such an uplifted mood. It was cloudy all day, and now, with the Mescaline just starting to kick in, the clouds parted and the sun was beginning to go down. On top of that, I found a perfectly good Frisbee
I remember thinking it almost felt like I was coming up on shrooms. I was giggling at everything, and was amazed and how beautiful everything was starting to look. I was starting to see trails and I started to feel a real good body high coming on. I knew I was in for a great trip.
We stayed at the park until about 8:45, and by that time I was tripping very nicely. The bike ride home was amazing to say the least. The sun was almost set completely, and the sky had a pinkish/purple tint. I couldn’t believe how beautiful it looked. I was around my parents when I got back home, but it didn’t matter to me. I felt so peaceful and one with everyone I wasn’t paranoid at all about them knowing I was tripping. I controlled myself well, and was even telling my mom about the ‘new guy at work’ that I had to train. She didn’t suspect a thing. I didn’t stay inside long; just long enough to grab my cigs, some Gatorade, and to put my wallet and cell phone away. I went back outside and decided to take my dog for a walk. The majority of my trip was outside. I felt that there was no way in hell I could be inside during a Mescaline trip.
I walked all over and around my neighborhood, just admiring the simple things. The clouds, the trees, people’s gardens, stray cats, etc. I noticed my poor little dog was starting to get fatigued. There I was making a 12 year old dog walk all over the place, and it made me feel a little guilty. I picked him up in my arms and carried him back home. When I let him back in the first thing he did was plop down on the floor and go to sleep and for some reason it put a smile on my face. I noticed that by now my step dad had left for work and pretty much everyone in the house was sleeping. Everyone except for my older brother, who was watching the History channel; some documentary on Adolf Hitler. I didn’t even want to think about that man or anything thing he did, I knew I would’ve snapped or it would’ve made me break down and cry.
I went back outside and noticed that the trip had seemed to level off. I knew I was at the peak then, and decided it was time for a cigarette. I pretty much stayed outside most of the night. Having cigarettes and just walking around. I noticed I felt a strange feeling in my knees, ankles and elbows. It didn’t worry me or anything, but it did feel like those areas of my body were tight, or it felt like they were being pinched. Across the street these Middle Eastern people were sitting on their porches listening to music. I couldn’t figure out what kind of instrument it was that was being played, but it almost sounded like a Sitar. It was almost like I could feel the energy from the music flowing through me though, but it did seem a little strange to me that they would’ve been outside that late listening to their music that loud.
For about 10 minutes, I felt like I was about to lose it. First off, a cop rolled through my neighborhood and stared me down while passing by. Then my brother came out and started questioning me as to why I had been outside for so long. I felt like he knew something was up, but I told him I’ve just been chain smoking and he went off to bed. Things get exaggerated while tripping, and those 2 things that happened to me, while they seem like no big deal, were blown out of proportion. Just as soon as I got a grip on myself though, everywhere around me I noticed people were outside. It was 12:45 or 1:00 or some time like that, and all these Chaldeans were outside. One was even watering their grass. I was trying to figure why they’d be outside, and I could hear them talking, but I couldn’t figure out what they were talking about. I didn’t know what was going on, but hearing them speaking in their language really confused me. The confusion was causing anxiety to build, and I felt like I should go inside for just a little bit to chill and use the bathroom.
Soon, everything was under control and I could tell that the trip was starting to die down a little. I was still seeing mild tracers and trails, and the ground shifting and the grass dancing, but it wasn’t as intense as it was earlier. The body high was still there and I felt at this point it was time to do some deep thinking, as I often do while tripping. I thought about everything; the world, people, peace/war and religion, but most of all I thought about my life and what I’d been doing to myself lately. I realized then just how beautiful the world was and how instead of admiring nature, all I’ve been doing lately was blurring it all out with alcohol. I broke down and cried. I can’t explain why, but I was angry at myself for how much I’d been drinking lately. On top of that, I decided I’d really like things to go back to how they were before I became a ‘burn out’. It’s hard to explain how a trip can change you like that, but I have no desire to drink or do any other drugs now. I’ve already turned down Moonshine and Ecstasy today, and told my friend I didn’t want to get coke with him like we had planned to. All I’d like to do now is continue my journey with psychedelic drugs and smoke pot.
The trip had almost died down completely by 3:00-4:00 AM, but I noticed as I was lying in bed I kept seeing flashes of light. I looked out my window and sure enough there was a lightning storm going across the sky. It brought another tear to my eye, it was incredible. No rain, no thunder, just big bolts of flashing lightning, illuminating the night sky. To me it seemed like the perfect end to my trip. I stayed up to watch the whole thing and then stayed awake a little longer to admire the sunrise. After that I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up I took all my booze and poured it down the drain and threw it all away.
I’ve had such an amazing afterglow, and have felt so peaceful with everything and everyone. I’m starting to feel a lot better now that I’m no longer drinking daily, and I hope I can continue to keep it up. Mescaline is definitely something you don’t take very often. It’s way too special to abuse, and I feel like this had been my most amazing trip I’ve ever had to date.
The first 2 hours waiting I just sat here watching “The Doors” [pretty good movie] and then decided I should be outside. My little 8 year old sister asked me if I wanted to ride my bike with her to this nearby park and thought that’d be a great idea, so that’s what we did, and by the time we got there, I was in such an uplifted mood. It was cloudy all day, and now, with the Mescaline just starting to kick in, the clouds parted and the sun was beginning to go down. On top of that, I found a perfectly good Frisbee
I remember thinking it almost felt like I was coming up on shrooms. I was giggling at everything, and was amazed and how beautiful everything was starting to look. I was starting to see trails and I started to feel a real good body high coming on. I knew I was in for a great trip.
We stayed at the park until about 8:45, and by that time I was tripping very nicely. The bike ride home was amazing to say the least. The sun was almost set completely, and the sky had a pinkish/purple tint. I couldn’t believe how beautiful it looked. I was around my parents when I got back home, but it didn’t matter to me. I felt so peaceful and one with everyone I wasn’t paranoid at all about them knowing I was tripping. I controlled myself well, and was even telling my mom about the ‘new guy at work’ that I had to train. She didn’t suspect a thing. I didn’t stay inside long; just long enough to grab my cigs, some Gatorade, and to put my wallet and cell phone away. I went back outside and decided to take my dog for a walk. The majority of my trip was outside. I felt that there was no way in hell I could be inside during a Mescaline trip.
I walked all over and around my neighborhood, just admiring the simple things. The clouds, the trees, people’s gardens, stray cats, etc. I noticed my poor little dog was starting to get fatigued. There I was making a 12 year old dog walk all over the place, and it made me feel a little guilty. I picked him up in my arms and carried him back home. When I let him back in the first thing he did was plop down on the floor and go to sleep and for some reason it put a smile on my face. I noticed that by now my step dad had left for work and pretty much everyone in the house was sleeping. Everyone except for my older brother, who was watching the History channel; some documentary on Adolf Hitler. I didn’t even want to think about that man or anything thing he did, I knew I would’ve snapped or it would’ve made me break down and cry.
I went back outside and noticed that the trip had seemed to level off. I knew I was at the peak then, and decided it was time for a cigarette. I pretty much stayed outside most of the night. Having cigarettes and just walking around. I noticed I felt a strange feeling in my knees, ankles and elbows. It didn’t worry me or anything, but it did feel like those areas of my body were tight, or it felt like they were being pinched. Across the street these Middle Eastern people were sitting on their porches listening to music. I couldn’t figure out what kind of instrument it was that was being played, but it almost sounded like a Sitar. It was almost like I could feel the energy from the music flowing through me though, but it did seem a little strange to me that they would’ve been outside that late listening to their music that loud.
For about 10 minutes, I felt like I was about to lose it. First off, a cop rolled through my neighborhood and stared me down while passing by. Then my brother came out and started questioning me as to why I had been outside for so long. I felt like he knew something was up, but I told him I’ve just been chain smoking and he went off to bed. Things get exaggerated while tripping, and those 2 things that happened to me, while they seem like no big deal, were blown out of proportion. Just as soon as I got a grip on myself though, everywhere around me I noticed people were outside. It was 12:45 or 1:00 or some time like that, and all these Chaldeans were outside. One was even watering their grass. I was trying to figure why they’d be outside, and I could hear them talking, but I couldn’t figure out what they were talking about. I didn’t know what was going on, but hearing them speaking in their language really confused me. The confusion was causing anxiety to build, and I felt like I should go inside for just a little bit to chill and use the bathroom.
Soon, everything was under control and I could tell that the trip was starting to die down a little. I was still seeing mild tracers and trails, and the ground shifting and the grass dancing, but it wasn’t as intense as it was earlier. The body high was still there and I felt at this point it was time to do some deep thinking, as I often do while tripping. I thought about everything; the world, people, peace/war and religion, but most of all I thought about my life and what I’d been doing to myself lately. I realized then just how beautiful the world was and how instead of admiring nature, all I’ve been doing lately was blurring it all out with alcohol. I broke down and cried. I can’t explain why, but I was angry at myself for how much I’d been drinking lately. On top of that, I decided I’d really like things to go back to how they were before I became a ‘burn out’. It’s hard to explain how a trip can change you like that, but I have no desire to drink or do any other drugs now. I’ve already turned down Moonshine and Ecstasy today, and told my friend I didn’t want to get coke with him like we had planned to. All I’d like to do now is continue my journey with psychedelic drugs and smoke pot.
The trip had almost died down completely by 3:00-4:00 AM, but I noticed as I was lying in bed I kept seeing flashes of light. I looked out my window and sure enough there was a lightning storm going across the sky. It brought another tear to my eye, it was incredible. No rain, no thunder, just big bolts of flashing lightning, illuminating the night sky. To me it seemed like the perfect end to my trip. I stayed up to watch the whole thing and then stayed awake a little longer to admire the sunrise. After that I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up I took all my booze and poured it down the drain and threw it all away.
I’ve had such an amazing afterglow, and have felt so peaceful with everything and everyone. I’m starting to feel a lot better now that I’m no longer drinking daily, and I hope I can continue to keep it up. Mescaline is definitely something you don’t take very often. It’s way too special to abuse, and I feel like this had been my most amazing trip I’ve ever had to date.
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