Hey guys and gals, a whole peyote cactus chose me over the weekend, heart, pistol and stamen, included. I'm still a little fragmented, as is my wife. I planted the root in my backyard with some tiny pups right next to the agave, so I'm hopeful.
I ended up drinking about 4 beers and half a 200 bottle of Absolut before I gave up and poured the rest of the Absolut out. I still haven't had a solid bowel movement today but I figure that's the cactus and alcohol talking. I smoked and ate some indica and Black Cherry Biscotti, which ended up being I would say about 3 grams, and did not enjoy the CBD feeling (it felt like I overdosed though I never purged the whole time - cactus or MJ). I haven't really smoked MJ today and feel like I never want to smoke it again.
I smoked American Spirits (new favorite, sorry Marlboro Reds, I'll be back, I promise, but this may be more than a fling). I haven't even gotten through each color of the American Spirits but I enjoy that they are educational with their product presentation and labels, about what tobacco is, where it comes from, and who grows it, what the different varieties are, and such. Pretty neat.
What was really cool was I cooked up a batch of harmine in my crack pipe chillum from my Wild Syrian Rue bag ($3.99 at any Arabic grocer). At the very end of eating the cactus, I was vaporizing a small nearly black dried peyote pup, and I kept seeing tiny baby cactus pups in my pipe (pretty heavy with pure mescaline crystals and harmala by this time), kind of surfing and melting inside the pipe, it was really really weird, I kept trying to vaporize them and they would scoot up or down the chillum or go from side to side, top to bottom. Eventually some green organic blob matter started turning from a live cactus pup blob of life into dead inorganic matter, which really scared and disturbed me. I have a very real fear of death and I was super duper high. The organic green cactus blob stuff, after I kept hitting the chillum to smoke it up once and for all, started going inorganic. Then something happened and all the dead green blobby stuff from all over the inside of the pipe converged, something, I don't know what, happened, and a little green nugget of what looked to be cactus made of flesh or dried cactus flesh, like a little green pellet or diamond, was left. I recovered that but did not examine it. I threw it away in the compost heap as I was too swirly to care by that time.
Needless to say it was a very very stressful night.
The police were at the house today because my wife called them because she wouldn't listen to me when I told her to leave a .99$ disposable plastic table covering in the outdoor pick up trash bin because I was throwing it out.
(No spouses or children were directly harmed during this trip, they were at a relatives. I also very very craftily hid my car keys and wallet at some point and completely forgot where they were. I'm glad I did. I spent some of the last part of the trip looking for my car keys and wallet because "I had something to do RIGHT NOW". I located my wallet this afternoon and my car keys just reappeared in my pants pocket this evening.)
Half the tools in my tool shed and tool bench are still strewn over half the back yard but that's okay. I also cut the lower part of two window screens in half just to push my wife's buttons some more and because I no longer had my keys (duh! - people really need to be educated about psychedelics - its the same process artist use to create - only instead a movie, song, or book, the work of art is you). I firmly believe that the Grateful Dead knew this, and that is why their music and legacy are so popular today.
Before tripping this time, I very much so yelled at my wife, either respect me and my personal belongings or I'm going to divorce you. I'm gonna drive down to the courthouse Monday morning when it opens, I'm gonna go to the clerk's office, I'm gonna politely as the clerk for a 3 page blank divorce petition, I'm gonna fill it out by hand at the table across from the clerk's window, and then I'm gonna sign it and file it. BECAUSE MY WIFE JUST GOT DIVORCED.
Hence the police visit the next day. Our sons were champs during the police and social worker visit the day after the trip. (I don't think my siblings or the 5150 people were havin' it this time from my wife so we only got 2 cops and a social worker). Anyway our boys stayed neutral and mediated and were very gentle toned when they spoke. I am very proud of them and love them so much.
Eventually the police figured the situation, and let my wife back in the house to retrieve some belongings, while I lounged in the backyard fiercely sunbathing and meditating like there's no tomorrow. She took our pit bull so I think maybe that means she's in need of some little pittie therapy. Everyone one, social worker, cops, wife, kids, and dog left without so much as a goodbye.
I really don't feel bad about the chain of events I'm talking about with my wife, because we've been married 17 years. I let her get away with inappropriate behavior through 2 kids, but, for whatever reason, now no more.
Once she figures out how to appropriately enter into the house that her husband lives in and respects OTHER PEOPLE'S BELONGINGS , I'm sure she'll return and welcomed with open arms. The OPP issue is particularly ironic because my wife wants to transition from being a teacher's assistant to a teacher.
Anyways, and without being arrogant or presumptuous. Among many many others thing that have gone on since last night, and today, I did find a new prayer.
With all my body, heart, and, soul, I uttered aloud a new prayer (to me).
As I'm sure you guys all know by now, I present as Christian, so I thought I would share my new prayer with you:
JESUS CHRIST MY LORD MY GOD CONSUME ME
DPT is a pretty hard psychedelic, a comparison I read some time ago is that x mg DPT is about x mg 4-AcO-DMT in strength, that's a lot and it lasts.