mescaline - first time - the spirit within... and all around
The main active alkaloid in Peyote, known as mescaline, has been an untouchable wonder in my life for quite some time... Suprisingly unsuprisingly, while at a warehouse party in an unfamiliar city a few hundred clicks from home, I was offered a chance to try it. I'd had two lines of strong methamphetamine - one at 10pm, another at 1am. Also, two beers sunk nicely into my stomach somewhere between the two lines. At 3am, four eager diners sat up to a dingy plastic table with a meal of frozen green pulp & chocolate sauce confronting them.
Well, the first bite is kinda like cucumber. It was remarkably pleasant, considering I'd anticipated 'eating someone elses cold vomit'. S, one of the chaps eating the cacti with us soon vomited & bailed on the activity. It took till 4am to get it all down, by which point I'd gagged several times, resulting in fairly violent hurling of green mush from my mouth on each occassion. After about 10 mouthfuls, you realise it feels like large wads of puss in your mouth, and tastes accordingly. The nausea was bearable, but the gas wasn't. I left like someone had put the regulator on a bottle of compressed oxygen down my throat & let loose. Burp, fart, squeak... Burp... Fart... Squeak... Repeat.
I really hadn't been looking for any effects as I was deeply involved in a convesation with K (that's a person, not the drug...) who was also indulging in Peyote. At about 4.30pm, I got up & left the room. At the same time, the fact I should be feeling the onset of el cactus struck me...
Mescaline redefines the word subtle, I hadn't noticed it come on at all. Enlightenment crept over me as I realised the effects had well and truly begun. A familar presence seemed to fill the air... I felt like a friend who passed away long ago was watching over me, filling the air with his presence as a guardian angel of some sort. This was comforting beyond words. My entire body felt like it was saturated in sunshine on windless spring day. Waves of that sunlight rippled through my body, in time with the melody in the music, rather than the beats - which I associate with MDMA... A rancid high compared to mescaline.
I'm an introspective person, and mescaline is an introspective substance - I got lost on tangent after tangent in my mind. I thought about all the people in my life who I value so much, good & bad times I've been through in the past, what I've learnt from them, how much I miss various people, places and activities... Also good & bad times to come, and the shaking insecurity with which I approach the future... Rather than being overwhelming or daunting, I simply appreciated everything in my life for what it was, for better or for worse. I felt totally at peace with all my faults, all the mistakes I've made, all the things I miss from the past and everything I hope so desperately that I can achieve in the future. I felt complete in my incompleteness. To this day, that feeling has not worn off. After a good hour of running through such things on my own, I dismissed further thinking, let a grin grow over my face, and got up to socialise.
The visuals I experienced were subtle, and all revolved around textures on the walls - they shifted, slided & changed slowly, rhythmically and smoothly... Interestingly, none connected with my thoughts.
The effects simply tapered off over about 8 hours, I believe what I had was far from a strong dose (it was about half a kilo of peyote, but it was frozen & far from fresh). I fell asleep at 8pm the next night, after a long & peaceful trip through the countryside on a sunny, windless winter day (I'd have called it spring
) to the dirty city I call home. Travelling through the countryside made me feel slightly nostalgic in a way - I felt like I belonged there.
Mescaline is a beautiful, calm, subtle, worthwhile and unique substance. In my opinion, "trippers" who are used to LSD or psilocybin would be dissapointed - it doesn't create or force hallucinations or intriguing thoughts - there's no wild, uncontrollable intoxication staring you in the face.
I gave up trying to write out an extensive trip report - words will never do justice to this enchanted cacti. I can easily describe what it wasn't, but I cannot tell you exactly what it is.
The main active alkaloid in Peyote, known as mescaline, has been an untouchable wonder in my life for quite some time... Suprisingly unsuprisingly, while at a warehouse party in an unfamiliar city a few hundred clicks from home, I was offered a chance to try it. I'd had two lines of strong methamphetamine - one at 10pm, another at 1am. Also, two beers sunk nicely into my stomach somewhere between the two lines. At 3am, four eager diners sat up to a dingy plastic table with a meal of frozen green pulp & chocolate sauce confronting them.
Well, the first bite is kinda like cucumber. It was remarkably pleasant, considering I'd anticipated 'eating someone elses cold vomit'. S, one of the chaps eating the cacti with us soon vomited & bailed on the activity. It took till 4am to get it all down, by which point I'd gagged several times, resulting in fairly violent hurling of green mush from my mouth on each occassion. After about 10 mouthfuls, you realise it feels like large wads of puss in your mouth, and tastes accordingly. The nausea was bearable, but the gas wasn't. I left like someone had put the regulator on a bottle of compressed oxygen down my throat & let loose. Burp, fart, squeak... Burp... Fart... Squeak... Repeat.
I really hadn't been looking for any effects as I was deeply involved in a convesation with K (that's a person, not the drug...) who was also indulging in Peyote. At about 4.30pm, I got up & left the room. At the same time, the fact I should be feeling the onset of el cactus struck me...
Mescaline redefines the word subtle, I hadn't noticed it come on at all. Enlightenment crept over me as I realised the effects had well and truly begun. A familar presence seemed to fill the air... I felt like a friend who passed away long ago was watching over me, filling the air with his presence as a guardian angel of some sort. This was comforting beyond words. My entire body felt like it was saturated in sunshine on windless spring day. Waves of that sunlight rippled through my body, in time with the melody in the music, rather than the beats - which I associate with MDMA... A rancid high compared to mescaline.
I'm an introspective person, and mescaline is an introspective substance - I got lost on tangent after tangent in my mind. I thought about all the people in my life who I value so much, good & bad times I've been through in the past, what I've learnt from them, how much I miss various people, places and activities... Also good & bad times to come, and the shaking insecurity with which I approach the future... Rather than being overwhelming or daunting, I simply appreciated everything in my life for what it was, for better or for worse. I felt totally at peace with all my faults, all the mistakes I've made, all the things I miss from the past and everything I hope so desperately that I can achieve in the future. I felt complete in my incompleteness. To this day, that feeling has not worn off. After a good hour of running through such things on my own, I dismissed further thinking, let a grin grow over my face, and got up to socialise.
The visuals I experienced were subtle, and all revolved around textures on the walls - they shifted, slided & changed slowly, rhythmically and smoothly... Interestingly, none connected with my thoughts.
The effects simply tapered off over about 8 hours, I believe what I had was far from a strong dose (it was about half a kilo of peyote, but it was frozen & far from fresh). I fell asleep at 8pm the next night, after a long & peaceful trip through the countryside on a sunny, windless winter day (I'd have called it spring
) to the dirty city I call home. Travelling through the countryside made me feel slightly nostalgic in a way - I felt like I belonged there. Mescaline is a beautiful, calm, subtle, worthwhile and unique substance. In my opinion, "trippers" who are used to LSD or psilocybin would be dissapointed - it doesn't create or force hallucinations or intriguing thoughts - there's no wild, uncontrollable intoxication staring you in the face.
I gave up trying to write out an extensive trip report - words will never do justice to this enchanted cacti. I can easily describe what it wasn't, but I cannot tell you exactly what it is.
