phillo
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- Dec 20, 2006
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Prep:
Cut cactus, leave healthy potted stump. Chop 4 or 5 large pieces, then frozen.
And thawed. And frozen. And thawed.
1lb is weighed out
spines removed
core removed
Pieces cut and blended for 5 minutes; until liquid. Juice of 3 lemons squeezed into cactus froth. Blend more. Mix dumped in pan; set on low heat, below a boil, for 20 minutes. ¼ cup bottled lemon juice added.
16 oz of liquid placed into container in refrigerator to chill til AM.
5:08 AM:
Awake; realize alarm hasn't gone off, panic. Realize clock is set 1 hr and 15 minutes fast, relax sorta - wanted to wake at 4. Call M. and tell him I'll be 15 minutes late.
Cactus brew from fridge - harsh cold morning: it looks very forbidding.
Unscrew top of container :chug the first of it - WOW. Lemony.
Dress but don't shower, don't have time.
2nd deep chug, detritus flowing down throat. Fuck.
Collect the necessities, place into pile.
3rd heroic chug. OH.
Put on shoes, vest.
4th chug.
GAG. Finally gag. But it’s over.
Vigorously brush teeth and scrape tongue.
Get into and operate car - the drive, which is well known, takes 10 mins, I am sober.
Meet M in town, walk to museum; large, giant even traffic signs announce that Body worlds is sold out, so, you're sol.
et tickets we've reserved for Body Worlds, last day of exhibit in this city.
6:08
1st alerts, a bit of a yucky tummy. Just a bit of joy, euphoria, swirlies, the angels are singing.
6:20
Enter exhibit, comment to M that “I'm happy I didn't drink any coffee, if I had to leave to pee I couldn’t come back in”
Stomach queasy, visuals begin. Thoughts going a bit fast - there are a lot of fucking people here.
Sit down, breathe deeply.
Patterns, bright colors, sounds magnified.
Wow, is that how the nervous system really looks??
Should I take off my coat? It's warm; at least that's what that guy keeps saying.
Sit down on a bench, to my right a potted tree; to my left a corpse, seemingly deep in thought.
veins and nerves and brain
Ok, ok, am I gonna throw up? Am I gonna throw up?
"Um, M, fklas; fjkal; jdfakl;, um, get some air"
Move to bench on balcony, breathe deeply. Meditate through the nausea - I'm not really nauseaus. Focus on breathe. Uh, oh.
"M, go get someone to walk me to the bathroom, I need to throw up"
6:45
Security guard and M return, inquire as to my well being.
I am not well.
"Do you want us to get you a wheel chair or can you walk to the bathroom??'
"Where's the bathroom?"
The bathroom is through the exhibit hall, down the hallway, up and elevator and down the hallway.
"Um, yea, I'd like a wheel chair"
Charriott arrives and into it I am assisted. Everyone is being very friendly, just sub-patronizing, soothing.
Into wheel chair (ahh),pull cap low.
"Coming through, coming through"
The wheel chair ride is lovely, refreshing, exhilarating, empowering. The movement of the chair brings a fresh, soothing and cooling breeze: so good. The mob parts as we approach, looking but not looking, wondering.
Down a hall, up an elevator.
THE BATHROOM!!
"Thanks for much for wheeling me here, I'm ok, I'll just hang out here"
Guard stays, so we sit, I feel happy to be free.
M communicates by cell; he has left the exhibit, will rendezvous on the mezzanine.
I watch the carpet swirl about my feet.
Nausea has subsided, tho still a bit queasy. Will not yak because but now I have OPTIONS.
Meet M who presciently scored me some carrot juice; shocks at first sight and even more so at first taste (it tastes like fucking liquid carrots) ‘tis greedily finished.
7:18
M paces, I sit. Behind u a giant window 7’t x 11’w, we are alone as the main museum will not open for an hour. Talk - visuals, I watch the lights pulse, the floor swirl, the sunrise, seen through a giant window is cinematic over the harbor.
As we talk of such subjects as the mind body connection, the failure of western medicine and the need to find solutions to one’s owns ailments. The ambient lighting pulses, and I’m unable to find the source, all surfaces continue to gently undulate and M’s glasses reveal more than eyes.
Event staff has graciously given us permission to return to the exhibit/ toy w/the idea of seeing more, but what more is there to see?
9:00
Leave museum w/M, vibrant day. Realize I've taken a "museum dose" of San Pedro – always the goal. Nausea period should've been spent close to a lieu. The consumption of the double dose that remains in my freezer will require considerable planning.
Driving through a tunnel it occurs to that tripping is not about visuals alone but about perception as well. The visual candy may get in the way and causes one to miss the perceptual shift which potentially has more depth.
I am able to communicate; in fact, M does not know I am "on" anything. M was the 1st person with whom I'd tripped, close to 13 years ago.
Go to M's for brunch, K and A are there. Known K and M for 13 years and feel comfortable being with them. Had they know I was tripping it would have
A)Drawn more attention to me which was not desired or
B)Made them feel the need to "watch out" for me, which I'd have found annoying.
9:20
Start the mellow flow that is San Pedro. Unlike anything else, it seems to reach a level and then just persist, in the thoughts, in the perceptions, in the insight into those around us. Maybe more introspective alone. This is not an alone "dose” this is a social dose. A dose that wants to move, and interact.
11:00
Go for ride to pick up N at train station; bright colors, body rushes.
11:15
Sit in a corner, talk and observe. Don'r quite understand how to make coffee or problem solve in general, I help prepare nothing (and feel somewhat guilty).
However, I'm always in tuned to music and notice we're listening to commercial radio; with assistance from A my portable music device connects to the stereo and the jazz sounds sublime.
Potatoes? Onions?
Prone to fits of laughter, this is wonderful.
Notice that lots of meaning is infused in all facial expressions, body movement, dynamic interactions. When tripping, I lose some of the social, subtle graces that we develop over time and I’m able to see the insecurities of others very clearly. Mostly my own.
1PM
Peak of the day, if not the "trip": post brunch walk w/ M, A and N at a waterfront park. Park is a large portion of reclaimed industrial land sandwiched between a highway and the harbor. The air is delightful. Flying kites, children frolicking, big, friendly dogs everywhere. Long path, the size of many football fields. Rolling hills. Gazebos. So many great dogs; pugs, labs, toy poodles, retrievers….
Begin chat with an warm, open woman with three beautiful dogs, 2 black labs and some pretty smallish lassie type mix.
As we all begin to talk, and comment on the dogs she is with I instinctively anticipate that distance that comes with strangers. The women, however is so open and friendly with our group and my first thought is she knows us, we know her, and we’re her friends. She makes a comment and leans into our friend in a friendly, intimate way. We pet the dogs.
One of the more beautiful dogs dashes into a thicket chasing something. The woman explains the dog has a patch that he gravitates towards and might take some time to get him out of there.
We watch, and she is calling, calling for the dog, moving closer to the highway embankment. We walk on, something left unsaid.
The tripping mind, my tripping mind, is very dramatic. Everything has twelve meanings and subtext. Body language becomes verbal language, eye movements complete sentences. There is a tendency to perceive an entire exchange and only verbalize the end of the imagined interaction. With museum doses, it's possible to catch oneself and explain what one means.
I digress.
We parted with the dog lady who was calling for her pretty lassie (with a great back story). I had an uneasy feeling, this giant park, lassie missing.
"I feel like we're right in the middle of a movie and don't know how it will end"
I was outwardly joking, but off in the distance, on the shoulder of the highway, the woman was calling, calling, until we were out of earshot.
I was trying to focus on the pugs as we continued down the path and far in the distance saw another dog, sans owner. The dog was running in the opposite direction from the woman.
"Is that the dog"
"Here buddy, here boy"
He sees us from the distance, and rushes up to us, like an old friend.
We pet him.
"Good boy, good boy"
Far behind us we see the woman, and we point in her direction.
"Go see mommy!" Go see mommy
He hears her calling and they are together.
That made the day complete.
3PM
I am still “tripping”. Pedro is a 1st thing in the AM thing for me. Though Pedro persists, it’s not unpleasant at all. Not like, say, AMT persisting, where the fun ends at about hour 6 and then it’s a slow hell to unconsciousness. Pedro tapers, in a friendly, forgiving way.
San Pedro, even with nausea is wonderful, really a beautiful experience. Never once, at all, any paranoia. Not sure if this is the plant itself or the understanding that I’d broken no regulations that any law enforcement agency would expend it’s energy to enforce (assuming I wasn’t driving a car).
Yes, I ate a cactus – but it’s all about intent. Do cacti contain antioxidants? I imagine there is some health benefit to ingesting it, and that’s why I did it. Was the taste horrific? Yea, but a queasy stomach is worth it for an 11 + hour journey into that land.
Speaking of which, I went to be at about 10PM and was still high on Pedro. This lasts a long, long, long time.
Cut cactus, leave healthy potted stump. Chop 4 or 5 large pieces, then frozen.
And thawed. And frozen. And thawed.
1lb is weighed out
spines removed
core removed
Pieces cut and blended for 5 minutes; until liquid. Juice of 3 lemons squeezed into cactus froth. Blend more. Mix dumped in pan; set on low heat, below a boil, for 20 minutes. ¼ cup bottled lemon juice added.
16 oz of liquid placed into container in refrigerator to chill til AM.
5:08 AM:
Awake; realize alarm hasn't gone off, panic. Realize clock is set 1 hr and 15 minutes fast, relax sorta - wanted to wake at 4. Call M. and tell him I'll be 15 minutes late.
Cactus brew from fridge - harsh cold morning: it looks very forbidding.
Unscrew top of container :chug the first of it - WOW. Lemony.
Dress but don't shower, don't have time.
2nd deep chug, detritus flowing down throat. Fuck.
Collect the necessities, place into pile.
3rd heroic chug. OH.
Put on shoes, vest.
4th chug.
GAG. Finally gag. But it’s over.
Vigorously brush teeth and scrape tongue.
Get into and operate car - the drive, which is well known, takes 10 mins, I am sober.
Meet M in town, walk to museum; large, giant even traffic signs announce that Body worlds is sold out, so, you're sol.
et tickets we've reserved for Body Worlds, last day of exhibit in this city.
6:08
1st alerts, a bit of a yucky tummy. Just a bit of joy, euphoria, swirlies, the angels are singing.
6:20
Enter exhibit, comment to M that “I'm happy I didn't drink any coffee, if I had to leave to pee I couldn’t come back in”
Stomach queasy, visuals begin. Thoughts going a bit fast - there are a lot of fucking people here.
Sit down, breathe deeply.
Patterns, bright colors, sounds magnified.
Wow, is that how the nervous system really looks??
Should I take off my coat? It's warm; at least that's what that guy keeps saying.
Sit down on a bench, to my right a potted tree; to my left a corpse, seemingly deep in thought.
veins and nerves and brain
Ok, ok, am I gonna throw up? Am I gonna throw up?
"Um, M, fklas; fjkal; jdfakl;, um, get some air"
Move to bench on balcony, breathe deeply. Meditate through the nausea - I'm not really nauseaus. Focus on breathe. Uh, oh.
"M, go get someone to walk me to the bathroom, I need to throw up"
6:45
Security guard and M return, inquire as to my well being.
I am not well.
"Do you want us to get you a wheel chair or can you walk to the bathroom??'
"Where's the bathroom?"
The bathroom is through the exhibit hall, down the hallway, up and elevator and down the hallway.
"Um, yea, I'd like a wheel chair"
Charriott arrives and into it I am assisted. Everyone is being very friendly, just sub-patronizing, soothing.
Into wheel chair (ahh),pull cap low.
"Coming through, coming through"
The wheel chair ride is lovely, refreshing, exhilarating, empowering. The movement of the chair brings a fresh, soothing and cooling breeze: so good. The mob parts as we approach, looking but not looking, wondering.
Down a hall, up an elevator.
THE BATHROOM!!
"Thanks for much for wheeling me here, I'm ok, I'll just hang out here"
Guard stays, so we sit, I feel happy to be free.
M communicates by cell; he has left the exhibit, will rendezvous on the mezzanine.
I watch the carpet swirl about my feet.
Nausea has subsided, tho still a bit queasy. Will not yak because but now I have OPTIONS.
Meet M who presciently scored me some carrot juice; shocks at first sight and even more so at first taste (it tastes like fucking liquid carrots) ‘tis greedily finished.
7:18
M paces, I sit. Behind u a giant window 7’t x 11’w, we are alone as the main museum will not open for an hour. Talk - visuals, I watch the lights pulse, the floor swirl, the sunrise, seen through a giant window is cinematic over the harbor.
As we talk of such subjects as the mind body connection, the failure of western medicine and the need to find solutions to one’s owns ailments. The ambient lighting pulses, and I’m unable to find the source, all surfaces continue to gently undulate and M’s glasses reveal more than eyes.
Event staff has graciously given us permission to return to the exhibit/ toy w/the idea of seeing more, but what more is there to see?
9:00
Leave museum w/M, vibrant day. Realize I've taken a "museum dose" of San Pedro – always the goal. Nausea period should've been spent close to a lieu. The consumption of the double dose that remains in my freezer will require considerable planning.
Driving through a tunnel it occurs to that tripping is not about visuals alone but about perception as well. The visual candy may get in the way and causes one to miss the perceptual shift which potentially has more depth.
I am able to communicate; in fact, M does not know I am "on" anything. M was the 1st person with whom I'd tripped, close to 13 years ago.
Go to M's for brunch, K and A are there. Known K and M for 13 years and feel comfortable being with them. Had they know I was tripping it would have
A)Drawn more attention to me which was not desired or
B)Made them feel the need to "watch out" for me, which I'd have found annoying.
9:20
Start the mellow flow that is San Pedro. Unlike anything else, it seems to reach a level and then just persist, in the thoughts, in the perceptions, in the insight into those around us. Maybe more introspective alone. This is not an alone "dose” this is a social dose. A dose that wants to move, and interact.
11:00
Go for ride to pick up N at train station; bright colors, body rushes.
11:15
Sit in a corner, talk and observe. Don'r quite understand how to make coffee or problem solve in general, I help prepare nothing (and feel somewhat guilty).
However, I'm always in tuned to music and notice we're listening to commercial radio; with assistance from A my portable music device connects to the stereo and the jazz sounds sublime.
Potatoes? Onions?
Prone to fits of laughter, this is wonderful.
Notice that lots of meaning is infused in all facial expressions, body movement, dynamic interactions. When tripping, I lose some of the social, subtle graces that we develop over time and I’m able to see the insecurities of others very clearly. Mostly my own.
1PM
Peak of the day, if not the "trip": post brunch walk w/ M, A and N at a waterfront park. Park is a large portion of reclaimed industrial land sandwiched between a highway and the harbor. The air is delightful. Flying kites, children frolicking, big, friendly dogs everywhere. Long path, the size of many football fields. Rolling hills. Gazebos. So many great dogs; pugs, labs, toy poodles, retrievers….
Begin chat with an warm, open woman with three beautiful dogs, 2 black labs and some pretty smallish lassie type mix.
As we all begin to talk, and comment on the dogs she is with I instinctively anticipate that distance that comes with strangers. The women, however is so open and friendly with our group and my first thought is she knows us, we know her, and we’re her friends. She makes a comment and leans into our friend in a friendly, intimate way. We pet the dogs.
One of the more beautiful dogs dashes into a thicket chasing something. The woman explains the dog has a patch that he gravitates towards and might take some time to get him out of there.
We watch, and she is calling, calling for the dog, moving closer to the highway embankment. We walk on, something left unsaid.
The tripping mind, my tripping mind, is very dramatic. Everything has twelve meanings and subtext. Body language becomes verbal language, eye movements complete sentences. There is a tendency to perceive an entire exchange and only verbalize the end of the imagined interaction. With museum doses, it's possible to catch oneself and explain what one means.
I digress.
We parted with the dog lady who was calling for her pretty lassie (with a great back story). I had an uneasy feeling, this giant park, lassie missing.
"I feel like we're right in the middle of a movie and don't know how it will end"
I was outwardly joking, but off in the distance, on the shoulder of the highway, the woman was calling, calling, until we were out of earshot.
I was trying to focus on the pugs as we continued down the path and far in the distance saw another dog, sans owner. The dog was running in the opposite direction from the woman.
"Is that the dog"
"Here buddy, here boy"
He sees us from the distance, and rushes up to us, like an old friend.
We pet him.
"Good boy, good boy"
Far behind us we see the woman, and we point in her direction.
"Go see mommy!" Go see mommy
He hears her calling and they are together.
That made the day complete.
3PM
I am still “tripping”. Pedro is a 1st thing in the AM thing for me. Though Pedro persists, it’s not unpleasant at all. Not like, say, AMT persisting, where the fun ends at about hour 6 and then it’s a slow hell to unconsciousness. Pedro tapers, in a friendly, forgiving way.
San Pedro, even with nausea is wonderful, really a beautiful experience. Never once, at all, any paranoia. Not sure if this is the plant itself or the understanding that I’d broken no regulations that any law enforcement agency would expend it’s energy to enforce (assuming I wasn’t driving a car).
Yes, I ate a cactus – but it’s all about intent. Do cacti contain antioxidants? I imagine there is some health benefit to ingesting it, and that’s why I did it. Was the taste horrific? Yea, but a queasy stomach is worth it for an 11 + hour journey into that land.
Speaking of which, I went to be at about 10PM and was still high on Pedro. This lasts a long, long, long time.
