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Bluelighter
The prep (set and setting):
I wake up with a warm feeling because the sun is out today and it isn?€™t raining. More importantly I don?€™t have any major responsibilities or planned events for the day. I also have the house to myself and a stash of dried Peruvian Torches (28g). I think to myself, ?€˜damn these dried cacti skin are hard as rock almost?€™. How am I to do this with least amount of pain and time? First thought comes to mind is my coffee grinder I used many times, not for coffee lol Fuck though, will it break my cheap ass $14.99 grinder? Now is the time to find out. So in the skin goes and on the power flows. No problem! Got the powder and now we are rolling. OK. Open the fridge, please god let there be some sort of juice. Only juice left is carrot juice. This will due. So in the powder goes and round the spoon flows. In one quick chug, the concoction is in my stomach. Then my mind is thinking ?€˜this was too easy for any preps I have ever read on cacti, and it is probably because I didn?€™t use enough skin?€™. But I had no more, so I decided to simply welcome a slight buzz and expect nothing more than that.
Coming up:
I talked on the phone with a friend I hadn?€™t seen in a while (didn?€™t even mention the cactus to him that I just ate because I wasn?€™t expecting to feel anything from it). After the phone conversation (about an hour long) I smoked some pot and then went upstairs to lie down because I felt slightly tired. Another hour vanished while I was chilling on the bed. It was then that I thought, I can feel this mescaline coming on now for sure: tell-tell signs from the body loads, static objects (like a wall) look like they are breathing, ect. I felt that I shouldn?€™t waste my trip by laying down the whole time if I didn?€™t have to so I went down stairs. As soon as I saw the toilet, the nausea out of no where came on strong. So, I walked to the toilet and immediately a gush of orange foamy bile spewed from my mouth, several times for a good 10-20 seconds. I caught my breath, found the toilet paper and wiped my mouth and then washed my hands. I looked in the mirror, saw and felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. I splashed my face with water to snap myself out of what was the strongest come up I have ever had before. My face looked like it had jagged points which were round at the end. I saw a ?€œpull?€ effect on everything visually.
The trip:
The body load left as soon as the bile left my body and I then realized that my anxiety was almost nothing, so I took a short walk outside. I observed conversations from people passing by and I felt like I was apart of the conversations without actually talking with them. I did not have to talk to most people. Body language is something that I didn?€™t fear (which is rare for me especially on mushrooms). My body made sense, even the parts I feel uncomfortable with. Most of my mind made sense too (very little confusion). Most anyone I encountered (mostly sober city business people with a mix of bums, dealers, college students, ect) I could see/hear/feel how they were doing within a few seconds and never spoke to them because it was not necessary. It didn?€™t feel awkward, neither did most things. I found that I could see what I needed instead concentrating on what I desire. I found that I don?€™t actually need very much in life, but it is easy to get caught up in a funk or in drama. It?€™s easy to control or be controlled through fear. Maybe these are trivial ideas, but actually using this knowledge on a conscious and subconscious level is a priceless state of being. I rolled in the grass for a little bit laughing at the bugs and flies that were living their tiny little lives just like me.
The come down:
After 8 hours of consumption (and not eating for 24 hours) I decided I should eat some food even though I wasn?€™t hungry. A friend invited to drive me to eat at one of a cafeteria buffet place, so I said sure. This was actually a perfect place for someone who needs to eat but is very picky because of how sensitive everything feels and tastes, ect. I managed to eat a few veggies and fish, but then I discovered the jello. Jello feels so nice and pulling and drooping of movements where very synergetic with the visuals from the mescaline. It?€™s like a toy that you can eat?€?.so much fun. Our conversations were few yet deep, because little was needed to be said (just like how I felt earlier that day in the trip). Word choice and details are very important when communicating through a place like BL or when writing a book, essay, ect. But in real life (person to person) I have come to the conclusion that very few words actually need to be said to understand someone or yourself, even if I have a very difficult question to ask someone, it is rarely answered (naturally and truthfully) with spoken word. Anyway, my friend dropped me off at home and I thanked him for an interesting and enlightening evening. I was well on my way of coming down now at this point, so I figure I should watch a movie, have a beer and go to bed. I popped in Ratatouille and really enjoyed watching it, even though I have seen it about five times. My eyes and ears brought me into this wonderful fantasy world of a movie. Art based off of life is something which may define a culture. I love finding these types of gems.
Conclusion:
I felt a little tired and cold the next day, but nothing that I would call a hangover or anything bad at all. The worst part of the trip was the brief, but violent puking on the come up, which if I do again I will probably take Dramamine or something to help with it, cause I thought I had one tough stomach, but this cactus said NO YOU DON?€™T you pussy (mother nature likes to remind me the value of tough love she is so good at doing). What mescaline did well for me, is teach me things I already knew (as explained above), but instead of talking to me, it SHOWED me how to decipher between my wants and needs in real time. With mescaline, I have the ease of a kid with the knowledge of an old man.
This is actually a remarkable breakthrough, because most of my life I have concentrated on what I want (which can lead to good things), but I haven?€™t put as much effort in what I truly need. For example:
What I want: Sex, drugs, rock and roll, money, fame, every game and console ever made, the list goes on for miles because my ego is generally greedy
What I need: To love and be loved, also food and water.
Now, I can very easily obtain things from the ?€œwhat I want list?€, but I could never enjoy them if I did not appreciate and consciously make decisions based off of what I really need.
Thanks for reading. I hope this is up to par with some of these awesome trip reports I read on here. Feel free to ask questions and constructive criticism is welcome as well.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_trichocereusperuvianus
substancecode_mescaline
substancecode_phenethylamines
substancecode_ethnobotanicals
substancecode_marijuana
substancecode_cannabis
_combo_
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
roacode_oral
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
I wake up with a warm feeling because the sun is out today and it isn?€™t raining. More importantly I don?€™t have any major responsibilities or planned events for the day. I also have the house to myself and a stash of dried Peruvian Torches (28g). I think to myself, ?€˜damn these dried cacti skin are hard as rock almost?€™. How am I to do this with least amount of pain and time? First thought comes to mind is my coffee grinder I used many times, not for coffee lol Fuck though, will it break my cheap ass $14.99 grinder? Now is the time to find out. So in the skin goes and on the power flows. No problem! Got the powder and now we are rolling. OK. Open the fridge, please god let there be some sort of juice. Only juice left is carrot juice. This will due. So in the powder goes and round the spoon flows. In one quick chug, the concoction is in my stomach. Then my mind is thinking ?€˜this was too easy for any preps I have ever read on cacti, and it is probably because I didn?€™t use enough skin?€™. But I had no more, so I decided to simply welcome a slight buzz and expect nothing more than that.
Coming up:
I talked on the phone with a friend I hadn?€™t seen in a while (didn?€™t even mention the cactus to him that I just ate because I wasn?€™t expecting to feel anything from it). After the phone conversation (about an hour long) I smoked some pot and then went upstairs to lie down because I felt slightly tired. Another hour vanished while I was chilling on the bed. It was then that I thought, I can feel this mescaline coming on now for sure: tell-tell signs from the body loads, static objects (like a wall) look like they are breathing, ect. I felt that I shouldn?€™t waste my trip by laying down the whole time if I didn?€™t have to so I went down stairs. As soon as I saw the toilet, the nausea out of no where came on strong. So, I walked to the toilet and immediately a gush of orange foamy bile spewed from my mouth, several times for a good 10-20 seconds. I caught my breath, found the toilet paper and wiped my mouth and then washed my hands. I looked in the mirror, saw and felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. I splashed my face with water to snap myself out of what was the strongest come up I have ever had before. My face looked like it had jagged points which were round at the end. I saw a ?€œpull?€ effect on everything visually.
The trip:
The body load left as soon as the bile left my body and I then realized that my anxiety was almost nothing, so I took a short walk outside. I observed conversations from people passing by and I felt like I was apart of the conversations without actually talking with them. I did not have to talk to most people. Body language is something that I didn?€™t fear (which is rare for me especially on mushrooms). My body made sense, even the parts I feel uncomfortable with. Most of my mind made sense too (very little confusion). Most anyone I encountered (mostly sober city business people with a mix of bums, dealers, college students, ect) I could see/hear/feel how they were doing within a few seconds and never spoke to them because it was not necessary. It didn?€™t feel awkward, neither did most things. I found that I could see what I needed instead concentrating on what I desire. I found that I don?€™t actually need very much in life, but it is easy to get caught up in a funk or in drama. It?€™s easy to control or be controlled through fear. Maybe these are trivial ideas, but actually using this knowledge on a conscious and subconscious level is a priceless state of being. I rolled in the grass for a little bit laughing at the bugs and flies that were living their tiny little lives just like me.
The come down:
After 8 hours of consumption (and not eating for 24 hours) I decided I should eat some food even though I wasn?€™t hungry. A friend invited to drive me to eat at one of a cafeteria buffet place, so I said sure. This was actually a perfect place for someone who needs to eat but is very picky because of how sensitive everything feels and tastes, ect. I managed to eat a few veggies and fish, but then I discovered the jello. Jello feels so nice and pulling and drooping of movements where very synergetic with the visuals from the mescaline. It?€™s like a toy that you can eat?€?.so much fun. Our conversations were few yet deep, because little was needed to be said (just like how I felt earlier that day in the trip). Word choice and details are very important when communicating through a place like BL or when writing a book, essay, ect. But in real life (person to person) I have come to the conclusion that very few words actually need to be said to understand someone or yourself, even if I have a very difficult question to ask someone, it is rarely answered (naturally and truthfully) with spoken word. Anyway, my friend dropped me off at home and I thanked him for an interesting and enlightening evening. I was well on my way of coming down now at this point, so I figure I should watch a movie, have a beer and go to bed. I popped in Ratatouille and really enjoyed watching it, even though I have seen it about five times. My eyes and ears brought me into this wonderful fantasy world of a movie. Art based off of life is something which may define a culture. I love finding these types of gems.
Conclusion:
I felt a little tired and cold the next day, but nothing that I would call a hangover or anything bad at all. The worst part of the trip was the brief, but violent puking on the come up, which if I do again I will probably take Dramamine or something to help with it, cause I thought I had one tough stomach, but this cactus said NO YOU DON?€™T you pussy (mother nature likes to remind me the value of tough love she is so good at doing). What mescaline did well for me, is teach me things I already knew (as explained above), but instead of talking to me, it SHOWED me how to decipher between my wants and needs in real time. With mescaline, I have the ease of a kid with the knowledge of an old man.
This is actually a remarkable breakthrough, because most of my life I have concentrated on what I want (which can lead to good things), but I haven?€™t put as much effort in what I truly need. For example:
What I want: Sex, drugs, rock and roll, money, fame, every game and console ever made, the list goes on for miles because my ego is generally greedy
What I need: To love and be loved, also food and water.
Now, I can very easily obtain things from the ?€œwhat I want list?€, but I could never enjoy them if I did not appreciate and consciously make decisions based off of what I really need.
Thanks for reading. I hope this is up to par with some of these awesome trip reports I read on here. Feel free to ask questions and constructive criticism is welcome as well.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_trichocereusperuvianus
substancecode_mescaline
substancecode_phenethylamines
substancecode_ethnobotanicals
substancecode_marijuana
substancecode_cannabis
_combo_
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
roacode_oral
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
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