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Date: August 11, 2011
Time: 12:00PM - 8:00PM
Drug: Peruvian Torch
Dose: 17 Grams (Dried)
17 grams each of Peruvian Torch chips were ground to a fine powder. I had left the bag of capsules on my toaster oven and absent-mindedly used it to cook, rendering the capsules brittle and useless. Toilet paper was passed around and we rolled the powder into caterpillar sized bundles, having 10 to 12 each. These were incredibly hard to swallow, and if you've ever tasted this stuff you know the stakes were high. Cheeseman, meanwhile, had just been eating the powder straight with a spoon. When I attempted this I nearly vomited. Cactus really is vile stuff. 1/4 of the way into the dosing cycle Jamie calls it quits and opts for a tab of LSD instead, this being his first time trying it. Fresh ginger and magnesium malate pills were added to the mix along with some caffeine.
We began to feel the effects of the first round of doses before we finished taking the last round. This is routine, but the effect was more dramatic than I'd felt before. I chalked this up to the parachutes and we finished our doses. We rolled a joint, packed some fresh fruit and granola and began walking to the park. Jamie was already in the throes of the acid but the mescaline was still in its lengthy crescendo. As we walked he was overwhelmed by the scenery and it was clear that he was much farther out than we were. The LSD was a very high dose per tab, but as it was very clean I felt he could handle it. The bridge in particular freaked him out so we hurried to the other side where we stopped for a short while. I ate a fig here, and it was spectacular. I don't know if I enjoyed eating it or looking at it more. We walked further down the trail and stopped to smoke a cigarette. Soon after we retreated down a deer path away from the main trail to smoke a joint. Alex and I indulged, Cheeseman was prohibited by his probation and Jamie was prohibited by his sense of self preservation. And, as expected, the clouds begin to part and the mescaline starts to shine through. I find this combination with this timing to be the bee's knees. The come-up of mescaline invariably reaches this point where one begins to question how much more intense things will get. You feel a steady rise for the first hour or so and then the next hour to hour and a half are spent in this weird limbo. From here, a joint opens the doors to the full experience almost instantly. The two drugs have a really special synergy, one of my favorites of all time. I smoke pot with many psychedelics but with mescaline its just different from all the others; they work in perfect harmony.
We continued on the path. Things were getting much more intense, we were now entering some engaging territory. We sat down on a large rock precipice that looks out into the forest. There was this gloss over my eyes, it's very hard to explain. Everything seemed soft and warm, the edges of things were much less defined. I squinted and blinked instinctively because everything was out of focus. It was a steaminess that made everything look idyllic, like something significant was going on there. At this point time began to slow. Time became a very important motif throughout the trip, and as I sat on the rock I began to feel myself losing my grip on it. In slow motion I see a distant tree limb lift itself up. This confused me, trees don't have muscles. Suddenly another tree did the same thing, then another, getting closer and closer. It was like they were doing the wave, the whole forest greeting me enthusiastically. Could this really be happening? I felt breeze hit my face and I suddenly understood what had happened. I grinned at myself. What have we gotten ourselves into? Suddenly I saw a beach scene manifest itself out of the tree branches. It was a horizon looking out on the ocean, and a lone seagull made its way across the sky. Everything around me was magic, things were not what they appeared to be. I looked at the distant trees and began to see a monkey swinging between them. I was very much aware that this was, in fact, impossible and most definitely the mescaline playing tricks with the shadows, and yet I was staring at it plain as day. It was right there, but I knew that it wasn't. We decided to move on.
I start to get rushes. I've never really gotten rushes of any sort before - I've yet to pop my MDMA cherry and I've never taken a stimulant beyond caffeine. At first it was just a tingle down my spine as we walked on through the trails. Eventually we reached the half-way point on my standard tripping route, a grassy hill where one can stop and reflect. We settled between 3 large trees and I laid down to look at the sky. It was here that I fell out of time for a little while. We had been discussing time earlier in the walk and something about it really stuck with me, I had been mulling over the notion of time ever since. The rushes began to become more fully developed when I removed distractions like walking and talking. I would feel this jolt at first, kind of like an adrenaline rush. Adrenaline rushes are fleeting though, like a pin prick. This was more like an injection. The initial shock never died back down, it just persisted on as this euphoria crawling around under my skin. Whatever I was thinking about was dropped, I just let it wash over me. This continued every few minutes for the duration of my time on the hill. In between these events I was thinking deeply. I experienced another familiar effect of this drug: I became withdrawn in my own thoughts. I thought of many things that would've been more than suitable for some serious discussion, but rather than bouncing these ideas off my friends I would just greedily keep them to myself and play with them in my own mind. There was this weird element of selfishness about it, as if those thoughts were mine and mine alone. Laziness was as much as part of it as selfishness, the type of stuff I was thinking would've required some lengthy explanation. I was content just to lay there with my inner monologue, and so I did for what felt like 1 or 2 hours.
As it turns out, this time period only lasted about a half hour. Eventually I was able to sit and we started discussing the route back. Throughout the next set of trails things were still at a very steady clip. I was more at ease, though. It wasn't so much the intensity waning as it was myself getting used to the space. I felt as if I'd reached a timeless point. I was aware on one level that I was on a drug and it would soon be over, but on some level I felt as if I had known this state of mind as long as I'd been alive and would continue to feel that way forever. It was like floating in the ocean with no shores in sight. I felt so deep in the experience that how long I had been tripping or how long I would continue to trip became almost completely irrelevant. We stopped at an old bridge and sat underneath it. I wish I could remember some of the stuff we talked about here, but I'll talk more about why I can't later. Conversations under that bridge are always end up being profound in some way, I remember this one focusing yet again on time. We looked out at a smaller footbridge in front of us and I noticed really faint graffiti. I mentioned it and Jamie said he had seen it but thought it was just a hallucination. After a few minutes of inspection from a distance we realized it spelled "seconds" and was followed by an arrow pointing down towards the stream below. Drawing the parallel between the passing of time and the flowing of the stream was enjoyable. A big thank you to whoever put that art there. If you're from a city then you understand just how wonderful and thought provoking graffiti can be, especially when your mind is already in such a receptive state. This sparked me off on another train of thought about time, the contents of which I'd give anything to have a record of.
We moved on and quickly found ourselves back in the city. I felt the effects of the drug wane until they were nearly gone. Strangely, after eating some food, the effects began to come back. I've never noticed such an effect before though I've heard of it in other people. I laid low the rest of the night. The intestinal pain in the last few hours of the experience are making me consider a full extraction before going much further with the doses.
I waited longer after the experience to write this than I usually do. As a consequence I'm having a hard time integrating the experience. It took me about a week to really try to address my thoughts and by then most of them were clouded or gone. There are huge black holes in my memory, and the saddest part is that I remember very little about what I actually thought during this time. Alas, all I have is vague impressions. I remember a lot about how I felt, just not much about why I felt that way. What I do know about the experience was that it was the strongest mescaline experience I've had so far. I had taken 17 grams before but I think using toilet tissue instead of gel-caps actually made some noticeable difference in effect. The joint kicked things into high gear, but shortly after that I began to feel the mescaline take its full effect and dominate the experience.˙
That about covers this experience, but I'd like to take a minute here to post some stuff of a retrospective nature, this being my fifth or sixth encounter with the venerable mescalito. I've noticed a small degree of HPPD lately. It's not at all disruptive, I'm not really sure if HPPD is the right word. I do get slight visual disturbances sometimes, but I can usually do away with them if I think about it. Of course, this could be from many things, but something tells me its from mescaline. Don't misunderstand, I'm not hallucinating all the time and I'm not at all complaining. I've just noticed that, at times, I am able to drift into mescaline-esque states. I am now very good at unfocusing myself. Not just my vision, but my senses in general. This is something that I only used to be able to accomplish after meditation, but now I can put myself there quite easily. This week I found myself looking in a mirror. I looked myself in the eyes and began to loosen my focus, before I knew it everything outside of my face fell out. Its a very hard thing to describe, but it made me think about Buddhism. I read quite a bit of eastern philosophy when I was 15 and 16, and this experience reminded me of one of the major goals of Vipassana. It's like I'm experiencing the input from my senses without any pretext. Usually we see a tree and our brain ascribes the label "tree" to it. In this unfocused state, the information simply comes in through the senses and is experienced directly without any kind of prejudice. Its hard to maintain this, the mirror thing only lasted about a minute before something broke my focus (or should I say unfocus), but its pretty gratifying to be able to induce such a state even if its fleeting.
Also, since my experiences with mescaline I've found this weird kinship between the cactus experience and caffeine. I take caffeine daily, usually 180-220mg in the morning depending on how tired I am. I've come to consider it somewhat like Adderall (which I've never been prescribed or even taken): without it I am prone to laziness and distraction more frequently than I'm comfortable with, but a daily dose of it keeps me on task throughout the day and I am more in control of my social interactions. Anyway, since my mescaline affairs I've noticed that caffeine gives me a similar sense of gratification. It's like I can feel when my reward pathways are activated or something. There's all the emotional fulfillment of euphoria but without any of the context, like enjoyment stripped down to its core. This electric pressure runs up the back of my neck and eventually into my teeth where it comes to rest. I always seem to feel phenethylamines in my teeth somehow, does this happen to anybody else? Well now I get that from humble caffeine too. My summer job involved spending a lot of time by myself doing menial labor in empty buildings and I would take a pretty stiff dose of caffeine before my shift with a re-up at lunch. It's in these buildings that I first noticed the ability to unfocus my senses, and I spent a lot of time there under this caffeine induced spell of empowerment. The nature of the job in general is pretty silent and meditative, but coupled with the caffeine making me remember notes of the mescaline chord I often found myself happily lost in far off landscapes while my body continued working. In one of these states I found an unorthodox solution to a problem at my web development internship that ended up working out brilliantly. Computer science and psychedelics are bedfellows if you weren't aware - your search for drugs on any college campus should begin with the neuroscience majors and the CS kids. Yeah art kids can get it too, but they don't really know much about what they're doing half the time.
But yeah, mescaline. It's great stuff, maybe the best stuff. But you don't have to take my word for it!
Time: 12:00PM - 8:00PM
Drug: Peruvian Torch
Dose: 17 Grams (Dried)
17 grams each of Peruvian Torch chips were ground to a fine powder. I had left the bag of capsules on my toaster oven and absent-mindedly used it to cook, rendering the capsules brittle and useless. Toilet paper was passed around and we rolled the powder into caterpillar sized bundles, having 10 to 12 each. These were incredibly hard to swallow, and if you've ever tasted this stuff you know the stakes were high. Cheeseman, meanwhile, had just been eating the powder straight with a spoon. When I attempted this I nearly vomited. Cactus really is vile stuff. 1/4 of the way into the dosing cycle Jamie calls it quits and opts for a tab of LSD instead, this being his first time trying it. Fresh ginger and magnesium malate pills were added to the mix along with some caffeine.
We began to feel the effects of the first round of doses before we finished taking the last round. This is routine, but the effect was more dramatic than I'd felt before. I chalked this up to the parachutes and we finished our doses. We rolled a joint, packed some fresh fruit and granola and began walking to the park. Jamie was already in the throes of the acid but the mescaline was still in its lengthy crescendo. As we walked he was overwhelmed by the scenery and it was clear that he was much farther out than we were. The LSD was a very high dose per tab, but as it was very clean I felt he could handle it. The bridge in particular freaked him out so we hurried to the other side where we stopped for a short while. I ate a fig here, and it was spectacular. I don't know if I enjoyed eating it or looking at it more. We walked further down the trail and stopped to smoke a cigarette. Soon after we retreated down a deer path away from the main trail to smoke a joint. Alex and I indulged, Cheeseman was prohibited by his probation and Jamie was prohibited by his sense of self preservation. And, as expected, the clouds begin to part and the mescaline starts to shine through. I find this combination with this timing to be the bee's knees. The come-up of mescaline invariably reaches this point where one begins to question how much more intense things will get. You feel a steady rise for the first hour or so and then the next hour to hour and a half are spent in this weird limbo. From here, a joint opens the doors to the full experience almost instantly. The two drugs have a really special synergy, one of my favorites of all time. I smoke pot with many psychedelics but with mescaline its just different from all the others; they work in perfect harmony.
We continued on the path. Things were getting much more intense, we were now entering some engaging territory. We sat down on a large rock precipice that looks out into the forest. There was this gloss over my eyes, it's very hard to explain. Everything seemed soft and warm, the edges of things were much less defined. I squinted and blinked instinctively because everything was out of focus. It was a steaminess that made everything look idyllic, like something significant was going on there. At this point time began to slow. Time became a very important motif throughout the trip, and as I sat on the rock I began to feel myself losing my grip on it. In slow motion I see a distant tree limb lift itself up. This confused me, trees don't have muscles. Suddenly another tree did the same thing, then another, getting closer and closer. It was like they were doing the wave, the whole forest greeting me enthusiastically. Could this really be happening? I felt breeze hit my face and I suddenly understood what had happened. I grinned at myself. What have we gotten ourselves into? Suddenly I saw a beach scene manifest itself out of the tree branches. It was a horizon looking out on the ocean, and a lone seagull made its way across the sky. Everything around me was magic, things were not what they appeared to be. I looked at the distant trees and began to see a monkey swinging between them. I was very much aware that this was, in fact, impossible and most definitely the mescaline playing tricks with the shadows, and yet I was staring at it plain as day. It was right there, but I knew that it wasn't. We decided to move on.
I start to get rushes. I've never really gotten rushes of any sort before - I've yet to pop my MDMA cherry and I've never taken a stimulant beyond caffeine. At first it was just a tingle down my spine as we walked on through the trails. Eventually we reached the half-way point on my standard tripping route, a grassy hill where one can stop and reflect. We settled between 3 large trees and I laid down to look at the sky. It was here that I fell out of time for a little while. We had been discussing time earlier in the walk and something about it really stuck with me, I had been mulling over the notion of time ever since. The rushes began to become more fully developed when I removed distractions like walking and talking. I would feel this jolt at first, kind of like an adrenaline rush. Adrenaline rushes are fleeting though, like a pin prick. This was more like an injection. The initial shock never died back down, it just persisted on as this euphoria crawling around under my skin. Whatever I was thinking about was dropped, I just let it wash over me. This continued every few minutes for the duration of my time on the hill. In between these events I was thinking deeply. I experienced another familiar effect of this drug: I became withdrawn in my own thoughts. I thought of many things that would've been more than suitable for some serious discussion, but rather than bouncing these ideas off my friends I would just greedily keep them to myself and play with them in my own mind. There was this weird element of selfishness about it, as if those thoughts were mine and mine alone. Laziness was as much as part of it as selfishness, the type of stuff I was thinking would've required some lengthy explanation. I was content just to lay there with my inner monologue, and so I did for what felt like 1 or 2 hours.
As it turns out, this time period only lasted about a half hour. Eventually I was able to sit and we started discussing the route back. Throughout the next set of trails things were still at a very steady clip. I was more at ease, though. It wasn't so much the intensity waning as it was myself getting used to the space. I felt as if I'd reached a timeless point. I was aware on one level that I was on a drug and it would soon be over, but on some level I felt as if I had known this state of mind as long as I'd been alive and would continue to feel that way forever. It was like floating in the ocean with no shores in sight. I felt so deep in the experience that how long I had been tripping or how long I would continue to trip became almost completely irrelevant. We stopped at an old bridge and sat underneath it. I wish I could remember some of the stuff we talked about here, but I'll talk more about why I can't later. Conversations under that bridge are always end up being profound in some way, I remember this one focusing yet again on time. We looked out at a smaller footbridge in front of us and I noticed really faint graffiti. I mentioned it and Jamie said he had seen it but thought it was just a hallucination. After a few minutes of inspection from a distance we realized it spelled "seconds" and was followed by an arrow pointing down towards the stream below. Drawing the parallel between the passing of time and the flowing of the stream was enjoyable. A big thank you to whoever put that art there. If you're from a city then you understand just how wonderful and thought provoking graffiti can be, especially when your mind is already in such a receptive state. This sparked me off on another train of thought about time, the contents of which I'd give anything to have a record of.
We moved on and quickly found ourselves back in the city. I felt the effects of the drug wane until they were nearly gone. Strangely, after eating some food, the effects began to come back. I've never noticed such an effect before though I've heard of it in other people. I laid low the rest of the night. The intestinal pain in the last few hours of the experience are making me consider a full extraction before going much further with the doses.
I waited longer after the experience to write this than I usually do. As a consequence I'm having a hard time integrating the experience. It took me about a week to really try to address my thoughts and by then most of them were clouded or gone. There are huge black holes in my memory, and the saddest part is that I remember very little about what I actually thought during this time. Alas, all I have is vague impressions. I remember a lot about how I felt, just not much about why I felt that way. What I do know about the experience was that it was the strongest mescaline experience I've had so far. I had taken 17 grams before but I think using toilet tissue instead of gel-caps actually made some noticeable difference in effect. The joint kicked things into high gear, but shortly after that I began to feel the mescaline take its full effect and dominate the experience.˙
That about covers this experience, but I'd like to take a minute here to post some stuff of a retrospective nature, this being my fifth or sixth encounter with the venerable mescalito. I've noticed a small degree of HPPD lately. It's not at all disruptive, I'm not really sure if HPPD is the right word. I do get slight visual disturbances sometimes, but I can usually do away with them if I think about it. Of course, this could be from many things, but something tells me its from mescaline. Don't misunderstand, I'm not hallucinating all the time and I'm not at all complaining. I've just noticed that, at times, I am able to drift into mescaline-esque states. I am now very good at unfocusing myself. Not just my vision, but my senses in general. This is something that I only used to be able to accomplish after meditation, but now I can put myself there quite easily. This week I found myself looking in a mirror. I looked myself in the eyes and began to loosen my focus, before I knew it everything outside of my face fell out. Its a very hard thing to describe, but it made me think about Buddhism. I read quite a bit of eastern philosophy when I was 15 and 16, and this experience reminded me of one of the major goals of Vipassana. It's like I'm experiencing the input from my senses without any pretext. Usually we see a tree and our brain ascribes the label "tree" to it. In this unfocused state, the information simply comes in through the senses and is experienced directly without any kind of prejudice. Its hard to maintain this, the mirror thing only lasted about a minute before something broke my focus (or should I say unfocus), but its pretty gratifying to be able to induce such a state even if its fleeting.
Also, since my experiences with mescaline I've found this weird kinship between the cactus experience and caffeine. I take caffeine daily, usually 180-220mg in the morning depending on how tired I am. I've come to consider it somewhat like Adderall (which I've never been prescribed or even taken): without it I am prone to laziness and distraction more frequently than I'm comfortable with, but a daily dose of it keeps me on task throughout the day and I am more in control of my social interactions. Anyway, since my mescaline affairs I've noticed that caffeine gives me a similar sense of gratification. It's like I can feel when my reward pathways are activated or something. There's all the emotional fulfillment of euphoria but without any of the context, like enjoyment stripped down to its core. This electric pressure runs up the back of my neck and eventually into my teeth where it comes to rest. I always seem to feel phenethylamines in my teeth somehow, does this happen to anybody else? Well now I get that from humble caffeine too. My summer job involved spending a lot of time by myself doing menial labor in empty buildings and I would take a pretty stiff dose of caffeine before my shift with a re-up at lunch. It's in these buildings that I first noticed the ability to unfocus my senses, and I spent a lot of time there under this caffeine induced spell of empowerment. The nature of the job in general is pretty silent and meditative, but coupled with the caffeine making me remember notes of the mescaline chord I often found myself happily lost in far off landscapes while my body continued working. In one of these states I found an unorthodox solution to a problem at my web development internship that ended up working out brilliantly. Computer science and psychedelics are bedfellows if you weren't aware - your search for drugs on any college campus should begin with the neuroscience majors and the CS kids. Yeah art kids can get it too, but they don't really know much about what they're doing half the time.
But yeah, mescaline. It's great stuff, maybe the best stuff. But you don't have to take my word for it!
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