Mescaline, I did synthetic - the first phase of the experience was even more heart-opening than MDMA, it all poured out of me and I had a sort of holotropic rebirth after which I became extremely sentimental. Playing the piano put my soul at ease, but I still shed many tears for my little niece who suddenly passed away at 3 and for feeling like I wanted to be a better brother even though I don't really have anything to be so sorry about. Shit was deep.
After that I went upstairs and laid on bed, surges of ego dissolution swept over me and gave me brief flashes of OBEs that increased in frequency and intensity until I was really in a special state.
There were no visuals to speak of other than an utter realness and transparency to everything and a feeling of being in a state of consciousness more natural and native than I ever, sober or under influence, remember being in.
Mescaline is a blessing and it completely lived up to my expectations, apart from the absence of visuals. Funny, I have tripped many times finding the visuals and eye candy a huge attraction and a very important part but when it all comes down to it there are experiences much more important to something as superficial as sensory effects.