Didgital
Bluelight Crew
This is a crazy story, I've never really posted much about it, but I'm sure some may find it interesting.
Years back I decided that I wanted to get out of town and go on a solo adventure. I was browsing on facebook and I saw an advertisement for a guided Peyote walk with a well known 5-meo-advocate named Dr. Gerry. It was supposed to be something similar to the traditional huichol pilgrimage to the Wirikuta desert, but it was 20 miles not 700.
I first flew in a city called San Luis Potosi, before catching a bus to a very small town called estacion catorce (station 14) in the Wirikuta Desert. While in Estacion Catorce I went to a recommended hotel, where I first met my fellow hikers. Actually, I was in the street trying to find food at midnight, when a taxi stops and 2 folks inquire about the hotel. I was the only white person/spoke spanish. These people ended up being pretty important later in my life. We find some food and go back to the hotel where we slept.
The next day one more hiker showed up as well as the guide and his girlfriend. That day we kind of discussed what to expect and how to prepare. So we were packing bags, everyone was asked to carry their own water (2 gallons) which becomes important later in the story. We went out for food, and during that time, I asked an 80 year old grandma what she thought about white people coming to eat peyote. She looked me in the eyes and said "If it it speaks to you, then you can eat it. It is medicine" That really made me feel a lot better about what I was doing. That lady even at 80 was one of the most energetic ladies I've ever met, and smoked a pack of cigareetes every day. We returned to the hotel and went to sleep.
In the morning we set out with our stuff and at the last moment, we decided to get some garbage bags, as there was a really ominous storm on the horizon. We each received a ball of foul tasting cactus goo wrapped in aluminum foil. It kind of had the consistency of hash, but it was very sticky. It was the equivalent of 10 very large grandfather buttons. Getting it down was difficult but doable. So we start walking to the desert, trespassing on goat ranches while trying to avoid any roads. Apparently the police don't like gringos going into the desert to eat a very rare and slow growing native plant. It is extremely hot and very sunny.
Maybe an hour into the hike, everyone puked. There were still trees at this point, so we would stop and take breaks in the shade. I think they were mesquite? There were also these very spiny shrubs called "Gobienor el desierto/Governor of the desert" everywhere. They were very difficult to completely avoid and almost everyone was scratched up and bleeding to some extent. At some point we really start tripping. One of the 1st two hikers was this chick. I start to notice her acting funny and kept an eye on her. eventually she is laughing but kind of like a maniac. She starts to stumble a lot and ultimately falls right into one of the bushes. A spine had completely penetrated her hand and she was laughing hysterically. I call up to the guide and say yo dude, this chick can't walk safely. We have to stop. We are probably 5 miles deep, and the trees were becoming less and less. We stopped at the last tree before it was full on true desert (abuelo land) This tree which was maybe 10ft tall and more of a shrub was the last possible place to stay in the shade. It was located on the edge of what appeared to be an artificial watering hold that was probably 100's if not thousands of years old. Really more of a puddle than a pond.
So we sit in the shade and start to tend our injuries. Everyone is fucked up now, and everything is vibrating. The girl does not seem to be handling the experience well at all at this juncture. She's laughing or crying hysterically and cant walk or stand. As time went on, it started to resemble more of a demonic possession than a bad trip. She's on the ground rolling and thrashing around. She's hyperventilatng and it's probably close to a 100 degrees F. We pour water over her in an attempt to cool her down. We would set the jugs on the ground, and she would either intentionally or accidentally kick the jugs, spilling the water. This whole episode lasted maybe close to 3 hours before she slowly started to come out of the trance. Also during this time, that storm starts to sweep in. So while at the same time, while tending to the girl, I was tasked with setting up the tents. This proved to be an enormous challenge for me as I was tripping so hard and it was so hot and chaotic but I did manage to get them up pretty much in the nick of time. It starts pouring, which really cooled things off.
The rain slows down we all emerge from the tents, clearly a bit shaken over the whole day. The girl is still in the tent naked now, but everyone decided that we needed to take stock of the water situation. It is not good. I think we had less than 2 gallons of water left, which for 6 people in that kind of environment, wasn't even enough to safely get us back home, much less all the way to our destination. So we made a group decision. Someone would have to walk back the 3 miles or so to the goat ranches we'd tresspassed on earlier and beg for water. Me and the guides girlfriend volunteer. I hang a small flashing red light on the tree. It's still raining but not too crazy. So we were wearing the trash bags as rain coats. There is a single street lamp that we can see miles away and we head off. On that walk we got even bloodier. By the time we arrived, we were covered in blood and our trash bags were pretty ripped up. So we see a shack, in what almost resembles a junk yard area. As we walk closer, several dogs became alerted to our presence, but they keep their distance and bark ferouciously. The girlfriend bless her just walks right past the dogs while they're nipping at her butt. Somehow none of us got bit, and it seemed once we got close to the shack, we'd made it past the danger zone, and the dogs left us alone. Very strange.
So we get close to the shack and start yelling for help. Por favor necessitamos ayuda!!! Agua por favor!! We're shouting for at least 10 minutes and were about to give up and try the next ranch. Finally the sleepiest mexican rancher stumbles out in a pink pleather cowboy jacket and sees us. He immediately knew what had happened, that we were lost gringos that needed help. I should mention it's probably close to midnight at this point. so I was worried we'd got shot. Instead he told us he could help us. He went and got a cellphone and made a call. He told us to keep walking maybe another mile and there would be a small house with an elderly woman who had a well and that she would be waiting for us. We get to the lady's house and she is indeed waiting. We filled up our water jugs and out of appreciation buy a bunch of goat cheese from her. We turn around and head in the direction we came. It's pitch black. Amazingly we were able to find our way back. Thank god I had left that blinking light because there was no clear path in the moment, and we zig zagging all round. Finally we spotted it. With the mission accomplished everyone goes and lays down. However the ground was so cold and I was still tripping, that it was impossible for me to sleep. So I decided to take a solo night hike and try find peyote. I start to walk, and realize that there are peyotes under almost every bush. It was hard to imagine that they are endangered there were so many.
The next morning we take camp down and start our return hike. The girl had severely hurt her foot, and was having a lot of difficulty walking. Fortunately, a mile or so on the hike, we see a beat up pickup truck weaving through the desert. It was the elderly lady and her husband. We all crammed into the truck and she drove us back to town.
One of my most memorable psychedelic trips.
Years back I decided that I wanted to get out of town and go on a solo adventure. I was browsing on facebook and I saw an advertisement for a guided Peyote walk with a well known 5-meo-advocate named Dr. Gerry. It was supposed to be something similar to the traditional huichol pilgrimage to the Wirikuta desert, but it was 20 miles not 700.
I first flew in a city called San Luis Potosi, before catching a bus to a very small town called estacion catorce (station 14) in the Wirikuta Desert. While in Estacion Catorce I went to a recommended hotel, where I first met my fellow hikers. Actually, I was in the street trying to find food at midnight, when a taxi stops and 2 folks inquire about the hotel. I was the only white person/spoke spanish. These people ended up being pretty important later in my life. We find some food and go back to the hotel where we slept.
The next day one more hiker showed up as well as the guide and his girlfriend. That day we kind of discussed what to expect and how to prepare. So we were packing bags, everyone was asked to carry their own water (2 gallons) which becomes important later in the story. We went out for food, and during that time, I asked an 80 year old grandma what she thought about white people coming to eat peyote. She looked me in the eyes and said "If it it speaks to you, then you can eat it. It is medicine" That really made me feel a lot better about what I was doing. That lady even at 80 was one of the most energetic ladies I've ever met, and smoked a pack of cigareetes every day. We returned to the hotel and went to sleep.
In the morning we set out with our stuff and at the last moment, we decided to get some garbage bags, as there was a really ominous storm on the horizon. We each received a ball of foul tasting cactus goo wrapped in aluminum foil. It kind of had the consistency of hash, but it was very sticky. It was the equivalent of 10 very large grandfather buttons. Getting it down was difficult but doable. So we start walking to the desert, trespassing on goat ranches while trying to avoid any roads. Apparently the police don't like gringos going into the desert to eat a very rare and slow growing native plant. It is extremely hot and very sunny.
Maybe an hour into the hike, everyone puked. There were still trees at this point, so we would stop and take breaks in the shade. I think they were mesquite? There were also these very spiny shrubs called "Gobienor el desierto/Governor of the desert" everywhere. They were very difficult to completely avoid and almost everyone was scratched up and bleeding to some extent. At some point we really start tripping. One of the 1st two hikers was this chick. I start to notice her acting funny and kept an eye on her. eventually she is laughing but kind of like a maniac. She starts to stumble a lot and ultimately falls right into one of the bushes. A spine had completely penetrated her hand and she was laughing hysterically. I call up to the guide and say yo dude, this chick can't walk safely. We have to stop. We are probably 5 miles deep, and the trees were becoming less and less. We stopped at the last tree before it was full on true desert (abuelo land) This tree which was maybe 10ft tall and more of a shrub was the last possible place to stay in the shade. It was located on the edge of what appeared to be an artificial watering hold that was probably 100's if not thousands of years old. Really more of a puddle than a pond.
So we sit in the shade and start to tend our injuries. Everyone is fucked up now, and everything is vibrating. The girl does not seem to be handling the experience well at all at this juncture. She's laughing or crying hysterically and cant walk or stand. As time went on, it started to resemble more of a demonic possession than a bad trip. She's on the ground rolling and thrashing around. She's hyperventilatng and it's probably close to a 100 degrees F. We pour water over her in an attempt to cool her down. We would set the jugs on the ground, and she would either intentionally or accidentally kick the jugs, spilling the water. This whole episode lasted maybe close to 3 hours before she slowly started to come out of the trance. Also during this time, that storm starts to sweep in. So while at the same time, while tending to the girl, I was tasked with setting up the tents. This proved to be an enormous challenge for me as I was tripping so hard and it was so hot and chaotic but I did manage to get them up pretty much in the nick of time. It starts pouring, which really cooled things off.
The rain slows down we all emerge from the tents, clearly a bit shaken over the whole day. The girl is still in the tent naked now, but everyone decided that we needed to take stock of the water situation. It is not good. I think we had less than 2 gallons of water left, which for 6 people in that kind of environment, wasn't even enough to safely get us back home, much less all the way to our destination. So we made a group decision. Someone would have to walk back the 3 miles or so to the goat ranches we'd tresspassed on earlier and beg for water. Me and the guides girlfriend volunteer. I hang a small flashing red light on the tree. It's still raining but not too crazy. So we were wearing the trash bags as rain coats. There is a single street lamp that we can see miles away and we head off. On that walk we got even bloodier. By the time we arrived, we were covered in blood and our trash bags were pretty ripped up. So we see a shack, in what almost resembles a junk yard area. As we walk closer, several dogs became alerted to our presence, but they keep their distance and bark ferouciously. The girlfriend bless her just walks right past the dogs while they're nipping at her butt. Somehow none of us got bit, and it seemed once we got close to the shack, we'd made it past the danger zone, and the dogs left us alone. Very strange.
So we get close to the shack and start yelling for help. Por favor necessitamos ayuda!!! Agua por favor!! We're shouting for at least 10 minutes and were about to give up and try the next ranch. Finally the sleepiest mexican rancher stumbles out in a pink pleather cowboy jacket and sees us. He immediately knew what had happened, that we were lost gringos that needed help. I should mention it's probably close to midnight at this point. so I was worried we'd got shot. Instead he told us he could help us. He went and got a cellphone and made a call. He told us to keep walking maybe another mile and there would be a small house with an elderly woman who had a well and that she would be waiting for us. We get to the lady's house and she is indeed waiting. We filled up our water jugs and out of appreciation buy a bunch of goat cheese from her. We turn around and head in the direction we came. It's pitch black. Amazingly we were able to find our way back. Thank god I had left that blinking light because there was no clear path in the moment, and we zig zagging all round. Finally we spotted it. With the mission accomplished everyone goes and lays down. However the ground was so cold and I was still tripping, that it was impossible for me to sleep. So I decided to take a solo night hike and try find peyote. I start to walk, and realize that there are peyotes under almost every bush. It was hard to imagine that they are endangered there were so many.
The next morning we take camp down and start our return hike. The girl had severely hurt her foot, and was having a lot of difficulty walking. Fortunately, a mile or so on the hike, we see a beat up pickup truck weaving through the desert. It was the elderly lady and her husband. We all crammed into the truck and she drove us back to town.
One of my most memorable psychedelic trips.
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