bluedolphin
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My first San Pedro trip, which was about 8 months ago, was worthwhile, but left me with no desire to repeat the experience any time soon. There were three things that I didn't like about the experience:
1) The restless energy. My first trip left me feeling like I was on amphetamines (I dislike amphetamines), while at the same time feeling very lazy. 2C-I has a similar effect, but mescaline lasts twice as long. By the time the trip was done I felt quite drained.
2) The trip simply wasn't all that interesting. Sure the visuals were nice (faces morphing in wood grain, clouds turning into patterns, and a neon golden spirit that appeared next to me), and I felt a deep connection to nature, but I felt like mescaline lacked the depth and "truth" of indoles such as mushrooms or LSD.
3) San Pedro syrup was the worst thing I ever tasted, and I didn't look forward to tasting it again.
But, as fate would have it, I found myself tipping back a dose of San Pedro syrup along with two of my best friends, T and F. We thought it would be a good way to take advantage of an empty house only a few days before I would have to return to college. The syrup was left over from a batch made in August. It was not refrigerated... it was just kept in an empty water bottle. Apparently it did not lost any potency.
So around 2pm we each took about 2 fluid ounces of syrup on empty stomachs (keep in mind your 2 oz of syrup may be quite different in potency to mine). Each dose was about 16" to 18" of 3.5" thick cactus that was growing in a temperate climate. F and I both held our noses until we had chased the syrup with enough coke and salty crackers to make it bearable. T made the mistake of opening his nose before chasing his syrup, and he almost vomited it back up on the spot.
We spent the next 15 minutes complaining about the taste and saying stuff like "This better be a good trip!" I told them that many people consider San Pedro to be one of the smoothest and most impressive trips there is, but that I happened to be partial to mushrooms and LSD. They smoked a bowl, but I refrained from smoking for the time being, as I like to feel psychedelics come on without being clouded by pot. After that we sat down and played some guitar, but I gradually noticed my playing was getting worse and worse, and I was just getting confused.
30 minutes after ingestion I was already enjoying quite the body high! Last time I didn't remember feeling anything until 1h30 after drinking the syrup, therefore at this early point in the trip I assumed that I had taken quite a large dose and was in for a hard trip for the next 14 hours.
The mescaline was coming in waves for all of us. One minute we'd be incredibly high, and 10 minutes later we'd feel almost sober. Eventually the peaks of the waves dominated and the sober points became rare. By 1h30 I was quite high and experiencing some moderate visuals, but I had also been struggling with nausea for the last half hour. I decided to vomit, so I made my way to the toilet and had the pleasure of tasting San Pedro syrup for the third time. I was fairly certain that most of the mescaline had been absorbed by this point, and even if it wasn't I was tripping hard enough anyway.
I came back outside the bathroom and F and T were watching COPS... always a favorite of mine and I found the show extra halarious. After puking I felt better.
One note about the restless energy I mentioned earlier... In my first trip this annoying effect lasted throughout the entire trip. This time, by the second hour it had smoothed down into a very nice body high, somewhat like a cross between 2C-I and mdma I suppose. Either way, I was very mellowed out, and there was a good bit of euphoria so we were all having a good time laughing at the TV.
I considered the idea that it might be a waste of mescaline to watch TV on the stuff, but then I decided I really didn't give a shit as long as I was happy.
The house was getting cold so we all went downstairs to put some wood in the furnace. F's dog Zeke, who normally annoys the hell out of me, came downstairs. Zeke picked up a piece of bark off the floor and held it in front of me. I reached for it and Zeke dodged me. Zeke and I ended up playing a game of keep away with that bit of bark for about 10 minutes, and during that time I gained a huge amount of respect for that animal's intelligence because that dog was able to trick me pretty well in the game. F was commenting on how sweet the visuals were and how he now "understood Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", and T seemed to be having a good time as well.
Eventually we went upstairs and watched a couple hours of the Simpsons, which I thought was pure genius, and I understood the subtleties of the humor better than ever before. Of course, none of us were getting any less higher from the mescaline.
Actually the next 3 hours were pretty uneventful. We smoked a lot of herb (I was smoking now that the trip had kicked fully in and I was comfortable with the mescaline), which didn't seem to synergize with the mescaline in terms of the visuals or body high (I didn't feel stoned after smoking) but the mental effects of the mescaline became stronger and more interesting. I also spent some time working on telepathic communication and communication through facial expressions with the dog Zeke, which seemed to actually work.
Around 9pm my girlfriend, F's girlfriend, and two other friends came over to hang out. By this point I was still pretty high but I could tell my trip was starting to wind down. At first it seemed awkward to talk to my girlfriend, but then I remembered we've been together for 3 years and tripped together lots of times, so I shouldn't be shy just because I'm on a drug.
Writing about comedowns is pretty boring... so I'll make it quick. We made some mac & cheese and it was dank. We smoked lots of herb and enjoyed that. I stayed up until about 3am getting baked and watching stupid stuff on TV, and then fell asleep with no problem, 13 hours after drinking the San Pedro syrup. I woke up the next morning after about 6 hours of sleep and felt relatively well rested and not strung out at all.
Some of you might notice that I didn't really describe the visuals, so I'll take a quick stab at that. Wood grains would flow, the room would breath, things would appear at a different angle than they were, and edges were softened. Walls changed color a bit and there were some light patterns on them. If I stared at something complex it would change form and become even more complex. Overall I think I had more visuals the first time, but I had a much smoother and more enjoyable body buzz and euphoria this second time.
So, I enjoyed the effects of the cactus much better this second time around, and look forward to trying it again once its warm outside.
peace-
bluedolphin
1) The restless energy. My first trip left me feeling like I was on amphetamines (I dislike amphetamines), while at the same time feeling very lazy. 2C-I has a similar effect, but mescaline lasts twice as long. By the time the trip was done I felt quite drained.
2) The trip simply wasn't all that interesting. Sure the visuals were nice (faces morphing in wood grain, clouds turning into patterns, and a neon golden spirit that appeared next to me), and I felt a deep connection to nature, but I felt like mescaline lacked the depth and "truth" of indoles such as mushrooms or LSD.
3) San Pedro syrup was the worst thing I ever tasted, and I didn't look forward to tasting it again.
But, as fate would have it, I found myself tipping back a dose of San Pedro syrup along with two of my best friends, T and F. We thought it would be a good way to take advantage of an empty house only a few days before I would have to return to college. The syrup was left over from a batch made in August. It was not refrigerated... it was just kept in an empty water bottle. Apparently it did not lost any potency.
So around 2pm we each took about 2 fluid ounces of syrup on empty stomachs (keep in mind your 2 oz of syrup may be quite different in potency to mine). Each dose was about 16" to 18" of 3.5" thick cactus that was growing in a temperate climate. F and I both held our noses until we had chased the syrup with enough coke and salty crackers to make it bearable. T made the mistake of opening his nose before chasing his syrup, and he almost vomited it back up on the spot.
We spent the next 15 minutes complaining about the taste and saying stuff like "This better be a good trip!" I told them that many people consider San Pedro to be one of the smoothest and most impressive trips there is, but that I happened to be partial to mushrooms and LSD. They smoked a bowl, but I refrained from smoking for the time being, as I like to feel psychedelics come on without being clouded by pot. After that we sat down and played some guitar, but I gradually noticed my playing was getting worse and worse, and I was just getting confused.
30 minutes after ingestion I was already enjoying quite the body high! Last time I didn't remember feeling anything until 1h30 after drinking the syrup, therefore at this early point in the trip I assumed that I had taken quite a large dose and was in for a hard trip for the next 14 hours.
The mescaline was coming in waves for all of us. One minute we'd be incredibly high, and 10 minutes later we'd feel almost sober. Eventually the peaks of the waves dominated and the sober points became rare. By 1h30 I was quite high and experiencing some moderate visuals, but I had also been struggling with nausea for the last half hour. I decided to vomit, so I made my way to the toilet and had the pleasure of tasting San Pedro syrup for the third time. I was fairly certain that most of the mescaline had been absorbed by this point, and even if it wasn't I was tripping hard enough anyway.
I came back outside the bathroom and F and T were watching COPS... always a favorite of mine and I found the show extra halarious. After puking I felt better.
One note about the restless energy I mentioned earlier... In my first trip this annoying effect lasted throughout the entire trip. This time, by the second hour it had smoothed down into a very nice body high, somewhat like a cross between 2C-I and mdma I suppose. Either way, I was very mellowed out, and there was a good bit of euphoria so we were all having a good time laughing at the TV.
I considered the idea that it might be a waste of mescaline to watch TV on the stuff, but then I decided I really didn't give a shit as long as I was happy.
The house was getting cold so we all went downstairs to put some wood in the furnace. F's dog Zeke, who normally annoys the hell out of me, came downstairs. Zeke picked up a piece of bark off the floor and held it in front of me. I reached for it and Zeke dodged me. Zeke and I ended up playing a game of keep away with that bit of bark for about 10 minutes, and during that time I gained a huge amount of respect for that animal's intelligence because that dog was able to trick me pretty well in the game. F was commenting on how sweet the visuals were and how he now "understood Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", and T seemed to be having a good time as well.
Eventually we went upstairs and watched a couple hours of the Simpsons, which I thought was pure genius, and I understood the subtleties of the humor better than ever before. Of course, none of us were getting any less higher from the mescaline.
Actually the next 3 hours were pretty uneventful. We smoked a lot of herb (I was smoking now that the trip had kicked fully in and I was comfortable with the mescaline), which didn't seem to synergize with the mescaline in terms of the visuals or body high (I didn't feel stoned after smoking) but the mental effects of the mescaline became stronger and more interesting. I also spent some time working on telepathic communication and communication through facial expressions with the dog Zeke, which seemed to actually work.
Around 9pm my girlfriend, F's girlfriend, and two other friends came over to hang out. By this point I was still pretty high but I could tell my trip was starting to wind down. At first it seemed awkward to talk to my girlfriend, but then I remembered we've been together for 3 years and tripped together lots of times, so I shouldn't be shy just because I'm on a drug.
Writing about comedowns is pretty boring... so I'll make it quick. We made some mac & cheese and it was dank. We smoked lots of herb and enjoyed that. I stayed up until about 3am getting baked and watching stupid stuff on TV, and then fell asleep with no problem, 13 hours after drinking the San Pedro syrup. I woke up the next morning after about 6 hours of sleep and felt relatively well rested and not strung out at all.
Some of you might notice that I didn't really describe the visuals, so I'll take a quick stab at that. Wood grains would flow, the room would breath, things would appear at a different angle than they were, and edges were softened. Walls changed color a bit and there were some light patterns on them. If I stared at something complex it would change form and become even more complex. Overall I think I had more visuals the first time, but I had a much smoother and more enjoyable body buzz and euphoria this second time.
So, I enjoyed the effects of the cactus much better this second time around, and look forward to trying it again once its warm outside.
peace-
bluedolphin
Good work here though
One question for B.D. though, what color was your liquid? Peace, Spinal
