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Peruvian Torch (Trichocereus peruvianus)- 1st Exp -The Peruvian Torch Shows Me Myself

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Peruvian Torch (Trichocereus peruvianus) - The Peruvian Torch Shows Me Myself

The Peruvian Torch Shows Me Myself

At 1:20 PM on July 4th, 2003 I measured out 25 grams of dried Trichocereus peruvianus cactus and ground it in a coffee grinder. This got it into a nice, fine powder, but there were still some chunks here and there so then I dumped it into my mortar and pestle and finished it off. I then proceeded over the course of the next half hour to meticulously load 45 500 mg gelatin capsules with the powder, stuffing more than 500 mg into each one with some effort. From what I read this was to contain anywhere between 200 and 400 mg of mescaline, it and had an alkaloid profile similar to peyote but with the advantage of being completely legal to grow and purchase. At around 1:55 PM I began to swallow all 45 capsules, which took 10 minutes and 3 glasses of water. I hadn’t eaten since the night before.

I then left to go to the Taste of Chicago festival to meet up with some friends. Guster, Pete Yorn, and the Wallflowers were playing and we were excited to attend such an amazing and free concert. I got there and we made our way to the concert grounds. It was a beautiful day to be out in the sun on the huge, open field of Grant Park, the Chicago skyline looking down over us. I kept checking my watch and by 3:00 concluded that my little experiment had failed. I was happy to note, though, that there was absolutely no nausea at all, despite what many others had reported with the drug. I soon found out that I was much too hasty.

Mescaline takes a long time to come on, but when it comes on it comes on strong. By 4:00 I was in the midst of the most amazing trip I have ever experienced. I had taken the big tryptamines before (LSD and psilocybin) but this was completely different. There were no plateaus and no “going up and coming down” with mescaline. It was more like a door was opened slowly, and then at the end of the trip slowly closed, but while it was open nothing was held back and nothing fluctuated. This was a surprise to me, since I expected the usual scalloped-pattern trip. With mescaline, rather, I could take it as deep or superficial as I wanted. Every time I thought I was coming down, it was really me just shifting focus to a different aspect of the trip.

I should note right now that once open the door to perception didn’t close until 7 AM the next morning, almost 15 hours later! So much for the 10-12 hour estimate I had heard. I’m guessing 25 g of cactus had 400 mg of mescaline or even more.

None of the people I was with knew I was tripping, and nobody suspected a thing. In fact, the interactions I had with others that day were amazing. I felt a real connection with everyone that I talked to. My communication ability was not impaired at all, and I was able to focus so thoroughly on another human being and really connect with them. I noticed that most people, when they talk to you, don’t look you directly in the eye. The intimacy and power that comes from looking into another person’s eyes as you interact should never be underestimated, but also used with discretion since it can make many people uncomfortable.

A sea, no, an ocean of people drift by as I walk around. I was exposed to so many faces and lives that day. A girl stands in the corner and I notice how sad she is, and is amazed that nobody else sees it. I then look closer and she that she is jealous of her friend playing kissy-face with some guy. I wanted to go over and console her, but it is not my business and not my place to interfere with all the powerful lessons that could be learned by both parties. I tell my friend T- about it and he agrees but is amazed that I was able to perceive that with so little effort. Looking at T-, I almost get lost a little and give away my state. Every little stubble of hair on his face was a universe in and of itself. The detail of the external world on mescaline is unmatched. It doesn’t create visual hallucinations the way that LSD does. It, rather, enhances one’s ability to perceive the world visually. Every shadow, crease, reflection was available to me. It’s amazing how much people move their facial muscles. During my trip, it was impossible for people to lie or hide anything from me. Their faces were so transparent that I could see right into their souls and know what they were thinking and feeling. Perhaps this is why I was able to interact with them so well.

And then I closed my eyes. What wondrous kaleidoscopic displays! There was no end to the patterns I saw. However, when I sat to meditate in the sun and concentrated on the third eye in my forehead, everything became still and the kaleidoscope disappeared. Never before was I capable of such concentration. My mind began to merge with the universe around me and I experienced a joy unknown to most people in the world. As I opened my eyes and came back, I felt such compassion and sadness watching the people around me writhing in the delusion of their own isolated existence. If they could only see the world the way I do for a second they would not live like they do! How could they not know how significant and insignificant they were? Alas, I am here in this world to better myself and do what I can to bring happiness to those around me, and I went about that task for the rest of the day. I saw myself as a nobody. Why should my feelings and desires matter more than anyone else’s? I am fully willing to let the world trample on me so long as something good comes out of it. It’s amazing what ability I now have to make people happy. Something clicked that day and stuck with me. I called my mom the day afterwards and we had the best conversation we’ve had in years. I can’t wait to be a physician; my love of people is increasing every day. During the trip, I was approached by two or three people preaching the love of Jesus, handing out fliers while saying “Jesus loves you, man.” Any other time, I would have refused the flier and ignored them. With the doors of my mind swung open, though, I accepted their love and reflected it back a hundred fold. I used to think of myself a Hindu, but that has no meaning now. I may as well be a Christian. What does it matter, the garment I wear and slogan I sling, when we all return in the end from whence we came?

Guster came on with music perfect for the day, followed by an amazing Pete Yorn performance and finally the Wallflowers. When I closed my eyes again I tried another experiement: testing my memory. How vivid it was! I could remember so many experiences in my life that were previously inaccessible to me. What was amazing about mescaline is that it not only brings out detail in current experiences but also past ones! I was remembering my friends’ faces and I could see them in as much detail as if there were in front of me. I remember all the little mannerisms and features of almost everyone in my life. What’s amazing is that I was noticing, in retrospect, aspects of their behavior and their looks that I didn’t notice the first time around. It seems true that the mind records everything and leaves it ready for retrieval and analysis later. I’ve always known what an amazing memory I have, but I’m certain that anyone is capable of this.

Darkness falls upon Chicago; I had my mind-finger on the pulse of the city and felt it slow down. Fireworks are going off in Lincoln Park as we drive past it. I was practicing controlling the trip, increasing and then decreasing the intensity as much as I wanted. I literally felt like nothing was impossible for me to accomplish. It was all a matter of how much effort must be put forth. I vowed never to use the words “I can’t” any more and decided to stop complaining about things. It was really hot that day and there were a lot of attacks to my personal comfort but I was able to bear them all simply by detaching my attention from them. It was a Friday and I was observing my weekly fast, which would not normally be easy to do at the Taste of Chicago, but that day I wasn’t phased at all. My companions were impressed, and I hope the example of conviction that I set for them rubs off and allows them to pursue their goals in life. It’s amazing to me how many things that we personally are responsible for, and yet we always find a way to place the blame elsewhere. My knee hurts so I can’t play as well today; it’s too hot for me to walk outside; I can’t eat tomatoes because they make me sick; I could never fast for a day; blah, blah, blah. People need to take control of their lives. The locus of control for 99% of life is within the individual and not elsewhere. This flies in the face of contemporary psychological thought but it really is a truth, even if buried deep within us.

I end up in Evanston watching the stars. My friend asks me how to find the North Star and I tell him about lining up the two stars in the big dipper and how they form a line pointing to it. This simple fact never seemed so beautiful before, but I resisted launching into another session of wonder at the clockwork order inherent in the universe. We walked all around the lakefill in the Northwestern University campus, which is beautiful in summer and even more beautiful when perceived through mescaline-eyes. We walked a lot that day; I was impressed by the amount of energy at my disposal given the lack of food. I could summon it seemingly out of nowhere and channel it wherever I wanted.

At 2:00 AM in the morning my friends suggest that I eat. I found their concern funny but thought that since it was the next day I may as well break my fast. The sensory experience of eating was remarkable. Flavors have so much depth and detail to them and are packed with potent association with memories. The sense of touch was enhanced along with all others. I could even feel mosquitoes landing on my skin and I don’t know how this was possible. Although I didn’t have any, I bet that sex on mescaline would have been an amazing and extremely rewarding and powerful experience if with the right person. Although the sensations and act of sex would have been extremely pleasurable, the desire for sex was not enhanced in the slightest. How could it have been? My mind was pure and free from such desires. There was so much more to the world than a passing sexual encounter.

As I wind up at my friend’s apartment to fall asleep, I sit in bed for a couple hours after my nightly meditation waiting for the trip to wind down. I begin another memory experiment and begin to recall some of the earliest events in my life, tracing it all the way up to the present. The memories were vivid and detailed as expected. The trip ends but the effect will be with me forever. I am amazed at how a plant is capable of generating a full-blown, legitimate mystical experience. I know now how imperfect I really am and must work towards making all of the realizations of that wonderful day a reality. One has to live his message for the world, not preach it. All it takes is a little practice.
 
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Great Report!!

You just sparked my interest for mescaline!!! Its amazing how some plants can offer so much to human beings. Great report, very detailed. I too believe that a person can do ANYTHING if they put there mind to it.
 
YES!
Another well written and positively glowing mescaline cactus report!

My cactus arrives tomorrow... I can hardly wait =D .... to use it for ornemntal purposes only :)
 
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so much rings true in your report... especially the bits about being able to 'read' people. i noticed so much sadness in my last mescaline trip - i saw so many people chasing unnatainable things that they didnt even want - things they were just being told they wanted..... once again - excellent report!
 
Thanks folks! I don't think I've ever written something so long so quickly! The words just came flowing out and I really enjoyed writing it. But remember, as the label on my package of dried cactus said:

"Not intended for human consumption!" (the exclamation mark was not added by me)

What a joke! How has the legal atmosphere in the world reached the point that it forces people to take such ridiculous positions? I don't blame the suppliers, of course, but it's all really quite messed up. I ended up ordering a rooted Peruvian Torch after this experience. I too, of course, will be using it for ornamental purposes :)
 
Order some seeds..... get into growing Cacti , it is a rewarding experience.

Check out www.nansnook.com

Grow as much cacti as you can , spread the love and the vibes, shouldn't everyone get to feel like you did ;)
 
Lucky!! I took prolly 50grams of wet San Pedro, and(estimation) it prolly had 100-150mg Mescaline in it.. Very light trip.. However, from what I felt, I loved... More emotional, unlike the intellectual tryptamines.. Much more euphoric.. Actually, it felt more as if I had taken half a pill of MDA.. Would love to try it again!
 
Bluemind,
Thanks for the tip! It went straight to my favorites folder, and I'm definitely ordering some seeds right away!

Silverfucked,
I simply cannot believe how well this turned out. I had expected it to totally bomb and was so surprised and thrilled with the results. From what I've read, though, the San Pedro species can be highly variable in mescaline content but on average the Peruvian Torches are higher, although there are San Pedros with more mescaline than torches and vice versa. It's a bit of a gamble either way.

By the way, is that a Smashing Pumpkins reference? My handle comes from Pulseczar off Earphoria.

[Source request removed, please read Bluelight's user agreements -Splatt]
 
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"Darkness falls upon Chicago; I had my mind-finger on the pulse of the city and felt it slow down."

I nominate this for trip report of the month!

And yeah, Silverfucked must be an SP reference. Holy Lord did that band kick ass! I swear Billy Corgan wrote the soundtrack to my teenage years.
 
pulsetsar.... Yes it is!!!!! I came to this site as a loner, and now the SP fanbase is growing!(check with winding vines).. I myself am sickly obessed them and have been since i started listening to alt rock in the 90's..

Hail Billy!
 
Hey guys, there's nothing wrong with a healthy SP obsession! Hail Billy indeed! Of course, if you've ever heard the drums on "Set the Ray to Jerry" while high or tripping then you'd be shouting "hail Jimmy" even louder. The drumming in that song, as my mushroom-laden friends said while listening to it in the car at night, is positively wicked.

It's amazing how many things that band had going for them. How lucky was it that an experienced, creative, and recognized jazz drummer met up with Corgan?
 
^^
Nope, nothing wrong with a healthy SP obsession at all... except maybe being made fun of by your friends after arguing that SP should have been way higher in VH1's "100 Greatest Bands" countdown =)

In my opinion, SP is the best *studio* rock band of the 90's. Of course Phish is the best *live* rock band =)

SP greater than Nivana, Radiohead, etc?? I dare say so!
 
SP obsessionn ? Ha ! I still own 19 cds by the pumpkins.....

Pulsetsar- I can't give out sources on BL , even for seeds..... check out Nan's , he has soem great links there !
 
If you guys like SP then you might wanna check out "Zwan". That is Billy Corgan's latest band, I haven't heard much of their stuff, but some love it.
 
Zwan has a lot of potential, especially considering many of their best songs aren't even released yet (live only).

check out poetsofzwan.com, go to the media section, and check out the 6:06 long version of "Glorious"... reminds me of the Siamese Dream days =)

But I think that the best Billy Corgan has to offer is in the past. I hope I am proven wrong!

edit: Just so I don't detract from the original trip report too much, I'd like to say for a third time how much I enjoyed reading that report =D
 
Hey, with such encouragement I will definitely be posting again! :)

I will check out the Zwan website. I like their album, but it's not what I would call "solid," if that makes sense. They have plenty of potential, though, so I'd like to hear more.

Jewbacca,
I told my friend after the experience that I was tripping that day. He, of course, said that he noticed something different about me in retrospect, but I don't think he really did. Certainly, nobody else did. I was just an affable guy they were meeting for the first time.

I don't like to hide things from people but sometimes it's a necessary evil. I can only imagine how annoying the trip would have been if people knew. All the questions, all the assumptions/presumptions, all the worrying. WAY TOO MANY NEGATIVE VIBES. Have you ever come across this? Most drug users have.

In my experience, people's stereotypes are best kept out of the equation. I don't think it really detracts from any part of the interaction with others if sometimes you keep your own mental state to yourself and concentrate on them. It is, however, important to have someone that you can share everything with, but that's best reserved for a few. That's why I told my friend, eventually, but I saw no need to tell the others.
 
Zwan is a totally different sound from SP.. Good, but its not the Smashing Pumpkins, nor did Billy intend it to be that way..

BTW, sorry for leading a "trip report" so far off task.
 
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