jam uh weezy
Bluelighter
It's saturday, summer solstice is tomorrow. I decided to kick it off by getting a little more in touch with nature, solo.
Preparation:
A specimen about 24 inches was cut at the base, left for propagation, and the top cut off for rooting. A chunk 13 inches, and about 2.5 inches wide(not the circumference) was left. The chunk was meditated with, for about 30 minutes the night prior to ingestion.
The cactus was de-spined, skinned, and all the outer bright green flesh was sliced away from the white flesh and core. The green slices were VERY lightly boiled, in 2 liters of water for about 4 hours. Water was added as needed. The green chunks were strained, and excess water was squeezed from them. About 12 ounces of water remained, was poured into a gourd, and some of the chunks were mixed with a salad, the rest dipped in unfiltered honey.
Come up:
I began drinking the tea at about 10:30 PM, over the course of a half hour. I ate as much of the chunks as I could, before getting that, "stop before you blow feeling". I've learned to trust that intuition when it comes to Pedro, past experience has taught me well.
After dicking around for a bit, I start to see very slight visuals, a slight wavy effect to things I focused on. I decide to lay out in the backyard. I watch the clouds twist and turn around a bit, which were reflecting the city lights with a dull pinkish/orange hue. I look at a tree in my neighbors fence, a slight breeze made the leaves look like they were dancing. I begin to verbally examine this in my head, and it stops. I took this as a lesson: let the cactus teach, and LISTEN, rather than verbally examining everything in my head.
I decide walk along the riverbed by my house. It's very beautiful. You can see all the lights from the highways glistening in the night sky, as if I were surrounded by red, white and yellow diamonds. My vision takes on a very light 'strobe like' effect. The bright, night sky, and white concrete is dimly flashing, constantly pulsating. I come under a bridge, and have a lot of fun looking at all the graffiti, hard as it was under the dim sky. There is a strong desire to write on walls, and I can't get this stupid grin off my face.
Closed eye visuals are prevelant, and seem to revolve around exotic deep purple and black blooming flower-type images that leak juice as they bloom, as if someone had a handful of juicy berries and squeezed.
Pedro is very anxiolytic, I feel relaxed, mellow, and stimulated. I walk past the bridges, and feel slight nausea coming on, so I sit down and observe the lights and the riverbed some more. It's hard to just sit in one place for too long, there is always the desire to keep moving and exploring. Eventually I come across the golf course, which is up against the river. This golf course is like my private sanctuary. It's huge, has many trees, and is abandoned at night. It's only natural I would venture on through.
Peak:
At the local college, there is a well known Indian burial site. I imagine that at one point, all of this land was inhabited by natives, and invite any spirits that may be around and have something to teach me to feel free. Haha! None showed themselves.
Every now and then, a certain tree will stand out. As if they are calling out to me, I have to walk up to it and examine it for a while. Feel it with my hands, just peep its vibe for a bit. That silly shit-eating grin is almost constantly on my face. After I trip around for a bit more, my legs start to become tired. In fact, they are very tired, but I didn't notice because of the stimulation. The ground is wet, and I just want a place to rest. I feel restless, and almost panicy, searching for this rest-spot. I am about to peak.
I spot this little hill with three trees on it. The tree in the middle is glowing in the atmospheric light. I just know that I have to sit down under this tree, the dampness doesnt even matter anymore. I feel slightly overwhelmed, and I have to lay down.
A lot is going on in my head. I find myself examining the concept of "I". What does that mean? This abstraction of "I". I've been branded with this name, which I've known as 'my' self as throughout life, and form these mental processess around that label. Who is (full name)? What does it mean to be ____ ____? What ideas and set beliefs does this person ____ ____ hold within his mind?
I look up at the trees leaves, and the overwhelming urge to become in touch with this ground takes over. This person, (full name), and the ideas he encompasses in his mind has to "die". I feel as if my spirit, or aura, or whatever, has just sunken into the very roots of this tree. It was like a release of pent-up energy. I close my eyes, and see....what I can only describe as a bright, glowing-green seedling type thing in the middle mind's screen. It is on some sort of pedestal, that reminds my of a venus fly-trap, and it is slowly revolving. Consistently glowing brighter and duller, in two shades of green: neon-almost yellow, and a deep rich green. Somehow, this represents my connection with nature, and it is being revitalized.
I come out of this trance in some form of "rebirth", open my eyes, and started plant new foundations of thought, of how I would like to live and interact with the world around me. I reach over and pat the tree lovingly, give it thanks, and I'm on my way.
Stop for another rest on a small bridge, connecting to lakes. I'm tripping hard. I start thinking about some things that kind of bum me out, trying to put the pieces together on how I can better these situations. The water keeps overflowing and immersing the bridge and myself, the trip is taking a dark turn. I hear a helicopter in the distance. And see very large, bright diamonds floating in the sky, eastward. A chilling reminder that there are external influences that exist only to dominate and control my way of life.
Flying pigs routinely patrol the riverbed for graffiti writers, and other "gang activity"(scare tactic), so I don't worry to bad, but I have weed on me, and my pupils are huge, so I wander over to a more tree-covered area just in case.
The ghetto bird comes back a second, and eventually a third time, coming closer to the center of the golf course each time. I figure someone saw me walking into the park from the back of their house, and reported it to the cops. It happens. Jerks! I get slightly paranoid about thermal sensors, wait for it to fly downstream again, and decide to begin the long journey home. Fuck, I didn't even plan on walking this far. Looking back, I'm glad the helicopter showed up. I was getting stuck in my head, and the choppers presence took my mind away from internal problems and forced me to keep moving. Or maybe I would have had some sort of revelation had it not come? Who knows.
I head for the front. There is a clubhouse thing at the entrance of the course. I hear people laughing, and am kind of stoked to chat them up. What I at first thought was some kids drinking some brew, ended up being some people hanging around after a party of some sort. They were dressed very formal, I'm guessing a wedding. The ground and scenery around them keeps changing surfaces and texture around them as I walk up. I go to speak, but the only thing my mouth does is stay frozen in that silly grin! They are laughing, probly wondering who the fuck this tall, unshaven, wide eyed character is coming out of the dark golf course at 1-2 am while grinning insanely at them. Luckily, they didn't get scared or anything, I just kept walking.
Houses seemed like prison blocks, cars were alien beasts with a one track mind. There wasn't a soul on the street, I owned the place. I see raccoons, which freak me out at first. Like minature hunch-backed old men with giant tails. I pass a local kid, who is clearly blizted outta his mind, we chat raccoons for a bit. Get home...Take a stroll to 7-11. The dudes see I'm clearly tripping balls, start fucking with me by turning the lights on and off. Attempt conversation. Stupid grin won't leave. I end up buying MSG soaked beef, high-fructose corn syrup laced 'green tea', and a donut. I dunno why I got that shit, but I had to get out of there and just started grabbing stuff. I ate hardly any.
It was about 230 am now. I show up back home, and the neighbors are home now as well, they show up after a night of partying, and are being LOUD as fuck. Going off a skate ramp, screaming...I appreciate a good party, but these kids were just being completely senseless.
About 5 minutes after I walk in my door, 6 rollers(cop cars) line up on the street around the corner where I just was. Close call....
The neighbours house gets ROLLED hardcore. They attract a lot of police attention, I'm not pleased with them, but it was quite fun to lay in the back yard, listening to the bust go down while off my rocker on mescaline. I wanted to scream, "I'M TRIPPING MY HEAD OFF!!" haha.The excitement dies down, I decide to watch a movie. "The Serpent and the Rainbow" A great movie, especially given the circumstances. I'll have to watch it again sober, to determine what was really a part of the movie and what was only in my mind. The emotions on peoples' faces take on a another level, like some sort of empathetic 6th sense.
Come Down:
The sun is up by now, I lay down and watch early morning cloud eroticisms for a bit more. The effects are definitely tapering off. Do a bit of work in the garden, and I'm out.
I wanted to eat the remaning chunks of cacti, and head down to the beach for some pagan-oriented festivities that were taking place, but I had went the day before, and was beat from the long night.
Conclusion/Notes:
This was by far my most enjoyable experience yet with cactii. I plan on taking twice as much next time. That moment under the tree was beautiful, would this be considered "ego death"?
The sunlight would have been wonderful. I got the most intense visuals in my bathroom, where it was very bright. The whole bathroom was alive, it was insane. Lack of light really diminished the visuals for me.
Trip with people next time. I decided to trip solo, but I think some company would have been much more fulfilling.
Thanks for reading, if you got this far.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_sanpedro
substancecode_trichocereuspachanoi
substancecode_mescaline
substancecode_phenethylamines
explevel_inexperienced
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
roacode_oral
Preparation:
A specimen about 24 inches was cut at the base, left for propagation, and the top cut off for rooting. A chunk 13 inches, and about 2.5 inches wide(not the circumference) was left. The chunk was meditated with, for about 30 minutes the night prior to ingestion.
The cactus was de-spined, skinned, and all the outer bright green flesh was sliced away from the white flesh and core. The green slices were VERY lightly boiled, in 2 liters of water for about 4 hours. Water was added as needed. The green chunks were strained, and excess water was squeezed from them. About 12 ounces of water remained, was poured into a gourd, and some of the chunks were mixed with a salad, the rest dipped in unfiltered honey.
Come up:
I began drinking the tea at about 10:30 PM, over the course of a half hour. I ate as much of the chunks as I could, before getting that, "stop before you blow feeling". I've learned to trust that intuition when it comes to Pedro, past experience has taught me well.
After dicking around for a bit, I start to see very slight visuals, a slight wavy effect to things I focused on. I decide to lay out in the backyard. I watch the clouds twist and turn around a bit, which were reflecting the city lights with a dull pinkish/orange hue. I look at a tree in my neighbors fence, a slight breeze made the leaves look like they were dancing. I begin to verbally examine this in my head, and it stops. I took this as a lesson: let the cactus teach, and LISTEN, rather than verbally examining everything in my head.
I decide walk along the riverbed by my house. It's very beautiful. You can see all the lights from the highways glistening in the night sky, as if I were surrounded by red, white and yellow diamonds. My vision takes on a very light 'strobe like' effect. The bright, night sky, and white concrete is dimly flashing, constantly pulsating. I come under a bridge, and have a lot of fun looking at all the graffiti, hard as it was under the dim sky. There is a strong desire to write on walls, and I can't get this stupid grin off my face.
Closed eye visuals are prevelant, and seem to revolve around exotic deep purple and black blooming flower-type images that leak juice as they bloom, as if someone had a handful of juicy berries and squeezed.
Pedro is very anxiolytic, I feel relaxed, mellow, and stimulated. I walk past the bridges, and feel slight nausea coming on, so I sit down and observe the lights and the riverbed some more. It's hard to just sit in one place for too long, there is always the desire to keep moving and exploring. Eventually I come across the golf course, which is up against the river. This golf course is like my private sanctuary. It's huge, has many trees, and is abandoned at night. It's only natural I would venture on through.
Peak:
At the local college, there is a well known Indian burial site. I imagine that at one point, all of this land was inhabited by natives, and invite any spirits that may be around and have something to teach me to feel free. Haha! None showed themselves.
Every now and then, a certain tree will stand out. As if they are calling out to me, I have to walk up to it and examine it for a while. Feel it with my hands, just peep its vibe for a bit. That silly shit-eating grin is almost constantly on my face. After I trip around for a bit more, my legs start to become tired. In fact, they are very tired, but I didn't notice because of the stimulation. The ground is wet, and I just want a place to rest. I feel restless, and almost panicy, searching for this rest-spot. I am about to peak.
I spot this little hill with three trees on it. The tree in the middle is glowing in the atmospheric light. I just know that I have to sit down under this tree, the dampness doesnt even matter anymore. I feel slightly overwhelmed, and I have to lay down.
A lot is going on in my head. I find myself examining the concept of "I". What does that mean? This abstraction of "I". I've been branded with this name, which I've known as 'my' self as throughout life, and form these mental processess around that label. Who is (full name)? What does it mean to be ____ ____? What ideas and set beliefs does this person ____ ____ hold within his mind?
I look up at the trees leaves, and the overwhelming urge to become in touch with this ground takes over. This person, (full name), and the ideas he encompasses in his mind has to "die". I feel as if my spirit, or aura, or whatever, has just sunken into the very roots of this tree. It was like a release of pent-up energy. I close my eyes, and see....what I can only describe as a bright, glowing-green seedling type thing in the middle mind's screen. It is on some sort of pedestal, that reminds my of a venus fly-trap, and it is slowly revolving. Consistently glowing brighter and duller, in two shades of green: neon-almost yellow, and a deep rich green. Somehow, this represents my connection with nature, and it is being revitalized.
I come out of this trance in some form of "rebirth", open my eyes, and started plant new foundations of thought, of how I would like to live and interact with the world around me. I reach over and pat the tree lovingly, give it thanks, and I'm on my way.
Stop for another rest on a small bridge, connecting to lakes. I'm tripping hard. I start thinking about some things that kind of bum me out, trying to put the pieces together on how I can better these situations. The water keeps overflowing and immersing the bridge and myself, the trip is taking a dark turn. I hear a helicopter in the distance. And see very large, bright diamonds floating in the sky, eastward. A chilling reminder that there are external influences that exist only to dominate and control my way of life.
Flying pigs routinely patrol the riverbed for graffiti writers, and other "gang activity"(scare tactic), so I don't worry to bad, but I have weed on me, and my pupils are huge, so I wander over to a more tree-covered area just in case.
The ghetto bird comes back a second, and eventually a third time, coming closer to the center of the golf course each time. I figure someone saw me walking into the park from the back of their house, and reported it to the cops. It happens. Jerks! I get slightly paranoid about thermal sensors, wait for it to fly downstream again, and decide to begin the long journey home. Fuck, I didn't even plan on walking this far. Looking back, I'm glad the helicopter showed up. I was getting stuck in my head, and the choppers presence took my mind away from internal problems and forced me to keep moving. Or maybe I would have had some sort of revelation had it not come? Who knows.
I head for the front. There is a clubhouse thing at the entrance of the course. I hear people laughing, and am kind of stoked to chat them up. What I at first thought was some kids drinking some brew, ended up being some people hanging around after a party of some sort. They were dressed very formal, I'm guessing a wedding. The ground and scenery around them keeps changing surfaces and texture around them as I walk up. I go to speak, but the only thing my mouth does is stay frozen in that silly grin! They are laughing, probly wondering who the fuck this tall, unshaven, wide eyed character is coming out of the dark golf course at 1-2 am while grinning insanely at them. Luckily, they didn't get scared or anything, I just kept walking.
Houses seemed like prison blocks, cars were alien beasts with a one track mind. There wasn't a soul on the street, I owned the place. I see raccoons, which freak me out at first. Like minature hunch-backed old men with giant tails. I pass a local kid, who is clearly blizted outta his mind, we chat raccoons for a bit. Get home...Take a stroll to 7-11. The dudes see I'm clearly tripping balls, start fucking with me by turning the lights on and off. Attempt conversation. Stupid grin won't leave. I end up buying MSG soaked beef, high-fructose corn syrup laced 'green tea', and a donut. I dunno why I got that shit, but I had to get out of there and just started grabbing stuff. I ate hardly any.
It was about 230 am now. I show up back home, and the neighbors are home now as well, they show up after a night of partying, and are being LOUD as fuck. Going off a skate ramp, screaming...I appreciate a good party, but these kids were just being completely senseless.
About 5 minutes after I walk in my door, 6 rollers(cop cars) line up on the street around the corner where I just was. Close call....
The neighbours house gets ROLLED hardcore. They attract a lot of police attention, I'm not pleased with them, but it was quite fun to lay in the back yard, listening to the bust go down while off my rocker on mescaline. I wanted to scream, "I'M TRIPPING MY HEAD OFF!!" haha.The excitement dies down, I decide to watch a movie. "The Serpent and the Rainbow" A great movie, especially given the circumstances. I'll have to watch it again sober, to determine what was really a part of the movie and what was only in my mind. The emotions on peoples' faces take on a another level, like some sort of empathetic 6th sense.
Come Down:
The sun is up by now, I lay down and watch early morning cloud eroticisms for a bit more. The effects are definitely tapering off. Do a bit of work in the garden, and I'm out.
I wanted to eat the remaning chunks of cacti, and head down to the beach for some pagan-oriented festivities that were taking place, but I had went the day before, and was beat from the long night.
Conclusion/Notes:
This was by far my most enjoyable experience yet with cactii. I plan on taking twice as much next time. That moment under the tree was beautiful, would this be considered "ego death"?
The sunlight would have been wonderful. I got the most intense visuals in my bathroom, where it was very bright. The whole bathroom was alive, it was insane. Lack of light really diminished the visuals for me.
Trip with people next time. I decided to trip solo, but I think some company would have been much more fulfilling.
Thanks for reading, if you got this far.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_sanpedro
substancecode_trichocereuspachanoi
substancecode_mescaline
substancecode_phenethylamines
explevel_inexperienced
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
roacode_oral
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