GnomulusRex
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Mescaline Trip Report
5:15 - On a drizzly Friday evening. Prepared 35 grams of San Pedro powder. Consumed roughly half of the sludge with ginger ale chaser. Ate a light lunch around 12:30pm and am feeling quite hungry. Have a sandwich waiting in the fridge for later.
5:45 - Cleaning and doing chores. Going to use the restroom and will resume drinking the juice shortly. No effects yet.
6:00 - Mildly off-kilter. Changed bedsheets. Chores are done and my area is nice and clean, putting me in a good headspace for tripping. Houston, you are clear for take-off. Nausea is mild so far. Not as bad as I was led to believe. Now approximately 75% finished with the potion. It’s becoming difficult to drink. It is quite nasty but also not as disgusting as I thought it would be. Going to work on writing for my D&D campaign, possibly take a shower, and then attempt to finish the rest of the juice.
6:10 - Effects are mild but beginning to take form. My body is quite relaxed compared to a tryptamine come-up, which usually causes my muscles to become tense. Also very little anxiety compared to tryptamine come-ups. Overall quite pleasant. My neck is stiff, but it has been for a few days now. Likely unrelated to the drug. I am feeling light-headed and the letters on my computer screen seem to be glowing around the edges. Feeling a bit more nausea now. Considering smoking some weed to calm my stomach, but I will wait for now.
6:20 - Feels like there’s a rock in my stomach. Not sure if I’ll be able to finish the juice. We’ll see. Body is warm and tingly. Playing the album “Minas Morgul” by Summoning as I continue writing for my upcoming D&D session.
6:43 - Very nauseated now. I fear I will eject the substance soon. Must retain it for as long as possible. Sitting in my chair with my eyes shut while listening to this triumphant music is very pleasant. My muscles feel relaxed, and I feel as though my mind is like an ocean. I feel my thoughts crashing against the rocks like a wave. What are the rocks? Reality, I guess. Very pleasant, minus the nausea. Still around 15% of the juice remains in my cup. By my measure, I must have ingested around an ounce or maybe 30 grams of powder. I don’t really want to finish it. I think I’ll trip just fine without it, but maybe I’ll bite the bullet and gulp it down.
7:00 - Took one last large gulp. Almost spewed on the spot. I’m done. Only about 5% of the substance is left in my cup. I’m removing it from my sight for the remainder of my trip. Disgusting. Chewing on a ginger candy to ease my stomach. These “Gin-Gins” ginger chews do wonders for an upset stomach. Took a single small puff from a joint and put it back out. This should help my stomach without diluting the mescaline experience too much. Going to shower.
8:00 - I started tripping pretty hard when I was in the shower. After I got out I laid on my bed naked for about 30 minutes. A war was fought in my head between light and dark. They both won. I did some introspection about myself, and decided I worry too much for my own good. Only some things in life are worth taking on stress for. Most things are not. Tripping pretty hard now. Roughly equivalent to 3grams of mushrooms. Still haven’t thrown up. Nausea seems to come and go, but part of me wants to just get it done with.
10:00 - I believe I am around the peak of the experience now. Most of my time has been spent lying in bed, introspecting. It feels like there is an entity here with me, guiding my hand. I did vomit once, but not much came out. Visuals are very wavy. CEVs of godlike figures passing in and out of existence. A scorpion coiled around a beating heart, threatening to inject it full of venom. A slender woman shroud in black with a dagger and red lipstick. A druidic tree-man with a million unblinking eyes and a staff harnessing the power of the sun. The moon herself evaporating, liquefying, and slithering across the starry sky. There is something sly and mischievous in the air tonight. I am listening to medieval synthesizer music by Ultred and Quest Master. Sitting here typing this feels like I am pulling myself out of a waking dream to give a quick synopsis before it pulls me back in. The letters on the page look like the feathers of a peacock. I’m going to rest my head.
12:20 - Past the peak, although I am definitely still tripping pretty hard. What an incredible and therapeutic experience this has been. I am going to smoke some weed finally to see how it interacts with the cactus. Hopefully it does not send me into the stratosphere, but we shall see. I am still seeing all sorts of morphing shapes and colors. If it weren’t for the nausea this would be a perfect 10/10 drug for my use, but I’m sure that can be minimized to an extent, and even with it it’s still an easy 9 or 9.5/10. I would rank this superior to LSD or mushrooms in terms of most effects. For me it is much more gentle, and introspection came very easy. Mushrooms, on the other hand, have offered me truly soul-shattering, ego-destroying experiences, which I suspect can be achieved here with the mescaline at the right dose. Just need to keep the cactus juice down somehow. Weed seems to mix nicely. I think I could fall asleep on this, which I might do soon, because I am going to meditate further.
12:50 - I had a strange vision while I was on the precipice of sleep. I was back in high school and Fidel Castro was my classmate and best friend. Then one day the school administration had him fucking executed, and I went on a Berserk-style revenge spree against them. Note: I am not violent. Never have been and never will be. I don’t think there was any greater importance to this vision, I just thought it was funny, and figured I should get up to report it before it vanished. I keep imagining what it would be like if the trip went bad, thinking the thoughts, seeing the visuals, and I just look at them detached and unaffected. It doesn’t matter what goes through my mind, I am secure. The weed definitely introduced some mindfuckery to the trip.
At this point I stopped recording my trip. I went to sleep for a little while and woke back up at around 2am still tripping. I ate my sandwich from the fridge, chugged some water, faced a fat joint, and just stared at my ceiling. I was seeing visuals that looked like blue, green, and red christmas lights flitting across my ceiling. My entire ceiling was also pulsing like the house was a living organism. At this point most of the mental high was over, and I was feeling pretty clear-headed, minus the brain-fog from the reefer. The visuals were still pretty intense, and I enjoyed watching the light show.
Eventually I fell back asleep and woke up around 4am. Still tripping. At this point there isn’t much more of interest to say about the experience. I enjoyed the afterglow and come-down, but I mostly just wanted to fall asleep. In the future I will try to dose in the morning or mid-day, so my sleep schedule is not disturbed as much.
Overall, my first experience with mescaline was an extremely positive one. There were moments of fear and anxiety, but the feeling that I was with some sort of benevolent and ancient entity helped guide my thoughts towards positivity. I’m not sure how potent this San Pedro was, but the trip felt about as strong as 4 grams of some Golden Teachers. Strong, but not overwhelming or ego-shattering. I would also mention that I have NEVER felt the presence of an entity on any other psychedelic, even at heroic doses. I wonder if others have found this more pronounced on Mescaline than other psychedelics?
