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After a year of interest in mescaline cacti, a recent series of glowing trip reports on Bluelight and Erowid convinced me to take the plunge. I decided to go with San Pedro cactus because I felt that the Peruvian Torch potency was too variable for a first time experiment. About a week ago, my two Pedro cuttings came in the mail. Each cutting was about 15" long and 4" thick. One of the cuttings was an end cut, from which I cut 4" off the top so I can plant it later. That leaves us with about 26" of thick cactus. This was going to be split evenly between my girlfriend (who we'll call "S") and myself.
Preparation
I started off slicing the cactus lengthwise, then removing the woody core and most of the light-green inner tissue. I kept the skin, spines, and dark green tissue for my Pedro Syrup (thanks to Nans Nook for this recipe, although I didn't follow it exactly).
Then came the long, boring process of simmering this stuff down. I put the "keeper" parts in a blender (actually 3 or 4 blender loads) and took all the slimy, foamy green soup and put it in a big crock pot. I mixed this with 2/3 a blender full of water. I let this get hot (not too hot) and stirred it up a lot. Then I strained the water through a shirt and repeated the process 3 more times.
While I was doing this a few of my friends came over to smoke some bowls and to help me finish off my stash of Salvia that came free with the cactus. One of my friends, "J", decided to chow down on my throw away cactus parts, including some of the inner light green flesh and some of the dark green pulp after I was done extracting from it. He claimed to feel extra-stoned and a bit "psychedelic" but I should mention that he was also smoking Salvia like a fiend that night. "S" and my friend "M" also tried the Salvia that night. "M" thought it was great, "S" seemed to like it based on the fact that she burst into laughter after smoking it, but said later on she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. I also smoked some and it was another fun sub-breakthrough experience like I had in my last trip report about it.
Anyway... back to the cactus.
I took the combined strained liquids and put it in a large frying pan. I let this simmer down on medium heat for about 6 hours until I was down to 4 ounces of syrup. It smelled like a candy apple. Ah, how smells can deceive!
The Experience
S and I had the house to ourselves for a couple days, so it was a great time to trip. Our setting was a relatively isolated country home, surrounded by several acres of rolling meadow and forest.
In order to drink this, the foulest of liquids (tied with pure DXM powder dissolved into water) we sniffed some pineapple juice, quickly held our noses and tipped it back in half-shot portions. We were sure to have a chaser already in our mouth before we let go of our noses. The initial response is to puke, but it quickly settles down. After four half-shots of this, spaced over about 45 minutes, I was glad to be done drinking the stuff. It was 11:00am by the time I finished it.
First alerts came quickly, in the form of a mood lift and gentle body buzz. This built up for a while, and by 1:00pm I felt like I had taken maybe 60mg of mdma. It wasn't exactly the same though. Instead of wanting to blow vicks in my face and cuddle with a soft pillow, I felt a strong urge to go outside in the meadow. So we went outside and walked around. I was walking around really slowly and stopping constantly to look at and admire plants and insects. I noticed that there were countless baby grasshoppers in the field, and that whenever I took a step perhaps a dozen of them would jump out of the grass near my foot. I was in a great mood and loving the outdoors.
But at this point I noticed that the mdma-like buzz was transforming into kind of a pent-up energy. I felt stimulated, but I didn't feel at all like running around or doing anything very quickly. This feeling persisted through the entire trip.
Then we went on the porch for a little while, enjoying the breeze and the fresh air, but I became restless and around 2:00pm I wanted to go back in the field. There were a few lawn chairs out there and I sat in one facing the house. There was a warm from coming through so a warm breeze was blowing on me the entire time, and it felt amazing. Soon I noticed that the wood siding on the house was shifting a bit. I was surprised that it took almost three and a half hours before I had my first hint of visuals, but I was glad when it came. Soon the grass would form into patterns if I stared at it for a while. I leaned back and closed my eyes. The sun coming through my eyelids formed the base for some CEVs which resembled red and gold blotches forming shapes and some fine web-like lines rearranging. Honestly I really wasn't blown away by the CEV's, and I found it difficult to keep my eyes closed and still long enough to really let them develop anyway. But there was another good reason to keep my eyes closed, sitting out there in the meadow. The sounds of nature amplified considerably and formed the most soothing and relaxing sounds. The sound of the wind made me feel like I was listening to the waves of the ocean while I was lying on the beach. I had some deep thoughts, and wondered why I didn't spend more time outside (especially considering that I have a lot of free time these days). It seemed like the logical starting point towards becoming more connected with the world.
It was around this point that S vomited. I felt nauseous for a while after drinking the stuff, but never enough to want to puke.
I went back inside and S and I decided to walk down her long driveway and get the mail. On the way back to her house the driveway seemed to rise up in front of me, almost like I was walking behind the crest of a wave. When we got inside we sat down to share our thoughts on the experience so far. S reported that she felt like she was tripping a bit (although she didn't think the body buzz was as good as mdma). She also agreed there was a feeling of pent up energy that she didn't know what to do with, since the mescaline seemed to make us kind of lazy at the same time. She expressed dissapointment that she wasn't having any visuals yet, but right after she said that her eyes were transfixed on the wood floor. With a huge grin on her face, she reported the the wood looked like water and the texture was flowing, and that she couldn't be sure if what she saw was the real texture or not.
Unfortunately for S, her visuals were limited to flowing textures and breathing of wood surfaces. Mine were not.
Around this time, I guess 2:30 or so, our friend "J" came over (not the same "J" who ate cactus scraps). He brought over a packed bowl for us (what a guy!) and we sat down on the porch to smoke it. He was amazed at how clearheaded we were, yet at the same time I described seeing flowing patterns and faces in the wood floor and ceiling. However, once I smoked a couple hits off the bowl, I could tell it was completely unnescessary. Besides that, I don't think it made the mescaline very happy. I guess I was taking for granted that it would be an "easy" experience, and I sensed that after smoking that bowl that the mescaline wanted to show me that it didn't have to be so easy and pleasant.
I began having difficulty getting my thoughts out in words. Ten minutes after being completely lucid and coherent, I was now transformed to an idiot / lunatic. Paranoid thoughts filled my head, and my heartrate shot up pretty high. The visuals, which before I found so pleasant, seemed to be teasing me and reminding me "who's in control". My body started to feel weak and drained.
But then I remembered that I hadn't eaten all day, except for drinking the cactus syrup and having a couple potato chips afterwards to kill the nasty taste. I remembered reading that tripping generally lowers your blood sugar levels, and that can make you pass out. Since I hadn't eaten any breakfast or lunch, I figured my blood sugar must have been pretty low to begin with. So I went into the pantry and dug in to the sugar jar. Almost immediately I felt better. Once again proof that it pays to be an educated drug user. Otherwise who knows how bad my trip would have become.
I looked up at the sky and the clouds looked amazing. They rearranged into a kaleidescope-looking pattern with faces and figures forming in it. Faces in wood patterns were quite common during my trip. The trees in the background swirled into patterns that looked like what Johnny Depp saw on the carpet floor in the hotel in Fear and Loathing after taking lots of acid on the ride there.
J left around 4:30 and I was still peaking (more like a loooong plateau). S layed back on a reclining lawn chair and I sat there looking at her. Her hair looked like golden strands (even though she has brown hair) and the curls were constantly, well, curling. As the patterns were filling the rest of my visual field I saw something glowing on my right side. It was the form of a female made of pure glowing energy, in the most beautiful golden yellow color I've ever seen. Of course I couldn't help but try to turn my head and look straight at the glowing figure, but when I did she dissapeared.
At this point I was starting to slowly loose the mdma-like feel, but the visuals and pent-up-energy sensation were still there just as much as ever. I didn't really know what to do with myself.
By 5:30 we decided to make some dinner. "S" felt she had mostly come down from her dose by now. We made some pasta and sauce. I turned out to be much less hungry than I thought I would (and should) be. We watch some TV while eating, and although it was entertaining for a while, I had a strong feeling that this was just about the stupidest thing I could be doing while on mescaline.
The next time I looked at the clock it was 9:00pm. I honestly don't know what happened to those hours, except I think I spent most of that time trying to figure out what to do, without actually doing much of anything. Oh yes, how could I forget! Sex on mescaline is fantastic!
Anyway it was 9:00pm, and I had pretty much come down, although I was still a bit high. We watched American Beauty, which I had seen once before but enjoyed much more this time.
Later on, about midnight, J came back over with some herb and we smoked a good deal of it. I got a bit higher than I normally would, and there was a bit more than the normal sparkly "weed visuals" but it certainly didn't make me trip again. I had no problem falling asleep at 2:00am, but I know it would have been impossible to sleep if I had no yet come down. Its a good thing I dosed in the morning.
Conclusion
I was very glad to have this experience. I definitely felt like I was tapping into something ancient and powerful. However, it wasn't 100% pleasant.
My experience with shrooms has proven them to be a more pleasant and effective learning tool, while being more "fun" at the same time. However, I would estimate that I got no more than 300mg of mescaline, which is supposedly a low-to-moderate dose (plus whatever other less significant alkaloids are in San Pedro). I also felt like there was more of a guardian "being" with mescaline, or some entity that represents the cactus.
So yeah, I enjoyed it, but the verdict is out as to whether or not this is the "perfect psychedelic" that many trip reports make it sound like. I'll try it again, with a somewhat larger dose, and I'll be sure to extract it down to something I can stuff in a gel cap next time. I would not smoke pot with mescaline again unless it was on the come down. It didn't increase my visuals or body high at all, it just made me more confused and stupid for a while.
Also I think mescaline is best suited towards use in the daytime. The best visuals require light to form, unlike with some other psychedelics. Plus you will definitely want to go exploring outside when you take it.
That's all I got! Peace.
Preparation
I started off slicing the cactus lengthwise, then removing the woody core and most of the light-green inner tissue. I kept the skin, spines, and dark green tissue for my Pedro Syrup (thanks to Nans Nook for this recipe, although I didn't follow it exactly).
Then came the long, boring process of simmering this stuff down. I put the "keeper" parts in a blender (actually 3 or 4 blender loads) and took all the slimy, foamy green soup and put it in a big crock pot. I mixed this with 2/3 a blender full of water. I let this get hot (not too hot) and stirred it up a lot. Then I strained the water through a shirt and repeated the process 3 more times.
While I was doing this a few of my friends came over to smoke some bowls and to help me finish off my stash of Salvia that came free with the cactus. One of my friends, "J", decided to chow down on my throw away cactus parts, including some of the inner light green flesh and some of the dark green pulp after I was done extracting from it. He claimed to feel extra-stoned and a bit "psychedelic" but I should mention that he was also smoking Salvia like a fiend that night. "S" and my friend "M" also tried the Salvia that night. "M" thought it was great, "S" seemed to like it based on the fact that she burst into laughter after smoking it, but said later on she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. I also smoked some and it was another fun sub-breakthrough experience like I had in my last trip report about it.
Anyway... back to the cactus.
I took the combined strained liquids and put it in a large frying pan. I let this simmer down on medium heat for about 6 hours until I was down to 4 ounces of syrup. It smelled like a candy apple. Ah, how smells can deceive!
The Experience
S and I had the house to ourselves for a couple days, so it was a great time to trip. Our setting was a relatively isolated country home, surrounded by several acres of rolling meadow and forest.
In order to drink this, the foulest of liquids (tied with pure DXM powder dissolved into water) we sniffed some pineapple juice, quickly held our noses and tipped it back in half-shot portions. We were sure to have a chaser already in our mouth before we let go of our noses. The initial response is to puke, but it quickly settles down. After four half-shots of this, spaced over about 45 minutes, I was glad to be done drinking the stuff. It was 11:00am by the time I finished it.
First alerts came quickly, in the form of a mood lift and gentle body buzz. This built up for a while, and by 1:00pm I felt like I had taken maybe 60mg of mdma. It wasn't exactly the same though. Instead of wanting to blow vicks in my face and cuddle with a soft pillow, I felt a strong urge to go outside in the meadow. So we went outside and walked around. I was walking around really slowly and stopping constantly to look at and admire plants and insects. I noticed that there were countless baby grasshoppers in the field, and that whenever I took a step perhaps a dozen of them would jump out of the grass near my foot. I was in a great mood and loving the outdoors.
But at this point I noticed that the mdma-like buzz was transforming into kind of a pent-up energy. I felt stimulated, but I didn't feel at all like running around or doing anything very quickly. This feeling persisted through the entire trip.
Then we went on the porch for a little while, enjoying the breeze and the fresh air, but I became restless and around 2:00pm I wanted to go back in the field. There were a few lawn chairs out there and I sat in one facing the house. There was a warm from coming through so a warm breeze was blowing on me the entire time, and it felt amazing. Soon I noticed that the wood siding on the house was shifting a bit. I was surprised that it took almost three and a half hours before I had my first hint of visuals, but I was glad when it came. Soon the grass would form into patterns if I stared at it for a while. I leaned back and closed my eyes. The sun coming through my eyelids formed the base for some CEVs which resembled red and gold blotches forming shapes and some fine web-like lines rearranging. Honestly I really wasn't blown away by the CEV's, and I found it difficult to keep my eyes closed and still long enough to really let them develop anyway. But there was another good reason to keep my eyes closed, sitting out there in the meadow. The sounds of nature amplified considerably and formed the most soothing and relaxing sounds. The sound of the wind made me feel like I was listening to the waves of the ocean while I was lying on the beach. I had some deep thoughts, and wondered why I didn't spend more time outside (especially considering that I have a lot of free time these days). It seemed like the logical starting point towards becoming more connected with the world.
It was around this point that S vomited. I felt nauseous for a while after drinking the stuff, but never enough to want to puke.
I went back inside and S and I decided to walk down her long driveway and get the mail. On the way back to her house the driveway seemed to rise up in front of me, almost like I was walking behind the crest of a wave. When we got inside we sat down to share our thoughts on the experience so far. S reported that she felt like she was tripping a bit (although she didn't think the body buzz was as good as mdma). She also agreed there was a feeling of pent up energy that she didn't know what to do with, since the mescaline seemed to make us kind of lazy at the same time. She expressed dissapointment that she wasn't having any visuals yet, but right after she said that her eyes were transfixed on the wood floor. With a huge grin on her face, she reported the the wood looked like water and the texture was flowing, and that she couldn't be sure if what she saw was the real texture or not.
Unfortunately for S, her visuals were limited to flowing textures and breathing of wood surfaces. Mine were not.
Around this time, I guess 2:30 or so, our friend "J" came over (not the same "J" who ate cactus scraps). He brought over a packed bowl for us (what a guy!) and we sat down on the porch to smoke it. He was amazed at how clearheaded we were, yet at the same time I described seeing flowing patterns and faces in the wood floor and ceiling. However, once I smoked a couple hits off the bowl, I could tell it was completely unnescessary. Besides that, I don't think it made the mescaline very happy. I guess I was taking for granted that it would be an "easy" experience, and I sensed that after smoking that bowl that the mescaline wanted to show me that it didn't have to be so easy and pleasant.
I began having difficulty getting my thoughts out in words. Ten minutes after being completely lucid and coherent, I was now transformed to an idiot / lunatic. Paranoid thoughts filled my head, and my heartrate shot up pretty high. The visuals, which before I found so pleasant, seemed to be teasing me and reminding me "who's in control". My body started to feel weak and drained.
But then I remembered that I hadn't eaten all day, except for drinking the cactus syrup and having a couple potato chips afterwards to kill the nasty taste. I remembered reading that tripping generally lowers your blood sugar levels, and that can make you pass out. Since I hadn't eaten any breakfast or lunch, I figured my blood sugar must have been pretty low to begin with. So I went into the pantry and dug in to the sugar jar. Almost immediately I felt better. Once again proof that it pays to be an educated drug user. Otherwise who knows how bad my trip would have become.
I looked up at the sky and the clouds looked amazing. They rearranged into a kaleidescope-looking pattern with faces and figures forming in it. Faces in wood patterns were quite common during my trip. The trees in the background swirled into patterns that looked like what Johnny Depp saw on the carpet floor in the hotel in Fear and Loathing after taking lots of acid on the ride there.
J left around 4:30 and I was still peaking (more like a loooong plateau). S layed back on a reclining lawn chair and I sat there looking at her. Her hair looked like golden strands (even though she has brown hair) and the curls were constantly, well, curling. As the patterns were filling the rest of my visual field I saw something glowing on my right side. It was the form of a female made of pure glowing energy, in the most beautiful golden yellow color I've ever seen. Of course I couldn't help but try to turn my head and look straight at the glowing figure, but when I did she dissapeared.
At this point I was starting to slowly loose the mdma-like feel, but the visuals and pent-up-energy sensation were still there just as much as ever. I didn't really know what to do with myself.
By 5:30 we decided to make some dinner. "S" felt she had mostly come down from her dose by now. We made some pasta and sauce. I turned out to be much less hungry than I thought I would (and should) be. We watch some TV while eating, and although it was entertaining for a while, I had a strong feeling that this was just about the stupidest thing I could be doing while on mescaline.
The next time I looked at the clock it was 9:00pm. I honestly don't know what happened to those hours, except I think I spent most of that time trying to figure out what to do, without actually doing much of anything. Oh yes, how could I forget! Sex on mescaline is fantastic!
Anyway it was 9:00pm, and I had pretty much come down, although I was still a bit high. We watched American Beauty, which I had seen once before but enjoyed much more this time.
Later on, about midnight, J came back over with some herb and we smoked a good deal of it. I got a bit higher than I normally would, and there was a bit more than the normal sparkly "weed visuals" but it certainly didn't make me trip again. I had no problem falling asleep at 2:00am, but I know it would have been impossible to sleep if I had no yet come down. Its a good thing I dosed in the morning.
Conclusion
I was very glad to have this experience. I definitely felt like I was tapping into something ancient and powerful. However, it wasn't 100% pleasant.
My experience with shrooms has proven them to be a more pleasant and effective learning tool, while being more "fun" at the same time. However, I would estimate that I got no more than 300mg of mescaline, which is supposedly a low-to-moderate dose (plus whatever other less significant alkaloids are in San Pedro). I also felt like there was more of a guardian "being" with mescaline, or some entity that represents the cactus.
So yeah, I enjoyed it, but the verdict is out as to whether or not this is the "perfect psychedelic" that many trip reports make it sound like. I'll try it again, with a somewhat larger dose, and I'll be sure to extract it down to something I can stuff in a gel cap next time. I would not smoke pot with mescaline again unless it was on the come down. It didn't increase my visuals or body high at all, it just made me more confused and stupid for a while.
Also I think mescaline is best suited towards use in the daytime. The best visuals require light to form, unlike with some other psychedelics. Plus you will definitely want to go exploring outside when you take it.
That's all I got! Peace.
