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 OneWhoHasSeen
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 Mescaline Mayhem
#13031317 - 08/10/10 10:50 AM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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Mescaline, its a wonderfully healing drug, it is like taking medicine for the soul. I recently went on a journey with wise old man that is Mescaline, and I wanted to share my experiences here. In my journey to become a new being, this could be the most absolutely important step in my journey to metamorphosis, or it is an important step in a long line of steps, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that I feel a great change happening to me, and Mescaline has been intrinsic to unraveling this experience.
First, to get a few facts out of the way. The trip was with my life long and very close friend Moth, and we dosed at around 5pm. She ingested much more then I did, but the brew was so strong that even four or five gulps of the bitter tasting concoction was enough to give me a trip that was about as strong as a 1.5 gram dose of mushrooms. Or, perhaps more accurately, a 3.5 gram mushroom trip but spread out over a much longer time. My come up happened write as I was writing an e-mail to another good friend of mine, which was around 5:45pm.
Apotheosis. Its a word I have come to recently know. Based from the Latin word deificatio “to deify”, it is the movement of an individual to Godliness. However, what God means is always changing, and it always depends on the perspective of the listener. From my perspective, from my experience on Mescaline, God means love. To me, Apotheosis is the movement from individuality to universal love. Universal love, again a term that is loaded, it changes based on the experience of the listener. Universal love is all well and good, but how does one apply it to a stranger, to a antagonist, or how about to a lover? Is love inherently selfish, as humans do we wish to cling to love or those we love so that we can feel whole? If so, does universal love even exist? In these terms, is Apotheosis even possible? Without even knowing it, I have been asking myself these questions for years now without an answer. Confusion, denial, and chaos is the result of my inability to answer this question. When it came to a head, when life finally asked me the question, “In your heart and mind, do you believe in universal love?” My answer was one made from a closed mind and heart, a heart that could only love one, pain was my answer. I wasn't the only one who answered as such, however, and like so many times before in my life sometimes the wrong answer can often lead one onto the right path. IF one has the ability to learn from ones mistakes, if I have the ability to learn from my mistakes.
I realized as I wrote my e-mail to my good friend over 2,000 miles away that I was beginning to trip. Feelings were starting to well up in me, feelings of anxiety but also excitement (how often do those two come together hand in hand?). Also, another feeling was beginning to well within me, nausea. Before I go any further, however, let me impress upon you how absolutely bitter Mescaline is. Truly, it is like drinking a thick, viscous bile. Your body reacts as you imagine it would, only if you truly want it will you be able to continue to drink, only by a pure act of will can you stop from retching. This is part of it, however, when you are done, you know that you have passed the first test. The bitterness is necessary as you overcome the ego's natural desire to only eat what superficially tastes good and to keep down what you know is medicine. It is the test the determines that you are willing to overcome you own ego to ingest something that will surely put it in its place 
As your ego begins to loose its grasp on you, it tries to grasp at reality to hold its place. If your ego had a throne, and you were to attribute it to a part of your body, it would be the stomach. It is the place that consumes what it finds, the furnace that powers your body, and then discards the waste that remains. So as the ego begins to die, the stomach is the place where it puts up its greatest fight. This comes in the form of nausea. However, this is one area where Mescaline has a big jump above mushrooms. On mushrooms, you might feel nausea for the whole trip if your ego continues to put up a fight. You might get sicker and sicker until you feel like your going to die, then you can either let it go or suffer. On Mescaline however, you are going to vomit. Vomiting is good, very good. Its a physical sign that the ego is letting go. Of course, on mushrooms you can get over nausea by mentally getting over the ego, but the Mescaline kind of does it for you by forcing you to vomit. However, the vomiting process makes the adrenaline run through your veins, and although it can be an intense experience while your letting go of the contents of your stomach, a strong euphoria usually follows. Not only does this usually eradicate any feeling of nausea, but it ramps up the trip!
This is exactly how it went for us. Moth, having taken a good bit more then me, began to vomit in bed in a pan we had prepared for just this occasion. I put my hand on her back to allow my energy to flow into her to help, and she let it all go. After she was done, I took the pan outside to dump it, and my body reacted and I vomited into the grass outside the RV. My face red, my eyes tearing, my breath coming quickly as my body felt exhausted, I collapsed inside to let the euphoria rush over me. I felt re-born, ready for the trip ahead. Due to the copious amount Moth had ingested, however, not all the nausea left her and it lingered in a small form for at least part of the trip.
The come up on Mescaline is much different from mushrooms. On mushrooms, a powerful peak can sometimes sneak up on you, and before you know it you are tripping balls. On Mescaline, the trip steadily gets stronger and stronger as time goes on. As soon as you are comfortable with the level of intensity you are at, the next level comes until you are comfortable with that. It is a very gentle experience, and a pleasant one. Of course, some people like the roller coaster ride of getting over that first hill and having a huge drop, but honestly I feel the Mescaline's gentler approach allows you to take more from the experience.
Of course, after we vomited we knew the trip would only take off from there, and if we were to go to the beach and trip like we planned we had to go now. If I where on mushrooms, driving would be impossible. On the come up on Mescaline, I was able to keep my cool on the road and get to the beach without any close calls. Ok, maybe Moth got a bit of adrenaline flowing on one occasion or the other, but hey whats a drive without a little excitement ;-p
By the time we got to Ocean Beach and parked on Newbury street, we were almost on the peak. We grabbed a blanket, some bananas, and of course Moth's bag and began to walk to the beach. We parked a little distance away, and the walk was something else. If you have ever been on Newbury street, you know it is the social highway of Ocean Beach, and being Saturday this was no exception. People where everywhere, and on a high dose of mescaline it was almost overwhelming. Everyones energy was flowing this way and that, causing my mind to sway and swoon with the emotions flying back and forth. Restaurants on either side let out potent smells that threatened to completely overwhelm my senses, it was if I could not think of anything until I cleared the odor cloud. It wasn't good nor bad, or rather an intense mixture of both desire and aversion.
Afterwords we approached the beach, and the ocean breeze flowed through me like I was hollow, filling me and enlivening me to my very core. The smell, the salt water smell, was filled with the life of the ocean. The waves crashed and crashed again in a tumultuous frothing of the energy of water. I instantly felt a connection with the sea, with the beach, with my surroundings, it was a very humbling experience that placed me right in the moment. The past and the future did not exists. Of course, the moment told us we needed to use the restroom as well, so after an interesting stent into a public restroom we headed towards the cliffs. The cliffs, being a lot less popular then the sandy beach, held a lot of interest for me as we walked along. Writings of every sort are written across the sandstone, small crabs skittered away in tidal pools as we walked past, and every once and a while a huge wave would crash into the stones right next to us sending up a beautifully white spray of cool sea water. The waves were an interesting mix of blue water, red kelp, and purple hallucinations as we looked out over the water. All the way around we walked, slowly, avoiding cops and talking to passerbys as we went.
At one point, we heard the sound of drums. As we came across a bend, a man was tracing out with this beautiful Djembe drum. As we listened, the rock below us came to life. It had the texture and appearance of the side of some great ancient beast, like a living dinosaur had been carved out of the rock and was breathing below us. I stepped upon it, almost expecting my foot to sink into the soft flesh of some great beast, but of course it was solid beneath my feet. We sat for a while then, jamming to the excellent rhythm of the player and watching the waves. After a few minutes, we got up to leave. I just had to thank the drummer, and even though he was in a trance I walked up to him anyway and got his attention. Slowly he came out of it, and as soon as he did I thanked him for his playing and offered him an organic banana. He was ecstatic, I think he felt so good not only to have his music appreciated, but to have some life energy handed for him to have.
Walking further, we came across a small beach that was always covered in rotting seaweed. Another smell of the ocean, it came up pungent and overwhelming. Funny enough, it wasn't nearly as overwhelming as the food across Newbury, perhaps because it was the smell of rot rather then food, but I struggled for a moment before I came to accept the beauty of nature, even in death. Eventually we traveled a bit further to a cleaner beach, where we huddled together on the peak of a rock under a blanket.
It was here that we began to open up to each other. Over the past few weeks, during a good friends visit, love was put to the test with stressful results, and that energy still hung over our heads. Our minds were so open in that mind state, that we talked and talked until the sun began to come down. It was good, as we discussed what had happened.
Oh yea, and I managed to eat two bananas which I am very thankful for because I had eaten no food up until then and it would be needed very soon, although I didn't know it..
It was a healing time, but the sun was going down and the cliffs were unlit. We began making our way back just as darkness began to fall. However, our night was far from over, in fact, it was just beginning!
As we left the cliffs and headed back to the beaches at the end of Newbury, we happened to come across a girl who was chillin near the beach. For some reason, in our altered selves, we were instinctively drawn to talk to her and her three dogs. One of them was a cute little puppy, however, and that might have been a factor as to why we so brazenly approached her and began to talk. Her name was Jessy, leaving that night for a new home in LA. We didn't speak much, or if we did I can't remember much, but all three of us did have the feeling that something was happening further down the beach, and we started to gravitate that way. With Jessy's skateboard in my hand, and her tent and sleeping bag in Moth's, we started down the beach. That is when it hit us.
Just as it was turning night, all of a sudden what can only be described as a parade made from imagination and heralded by some sick trance music came walking down the beach towards us. There where ten foot constructs of men and women, many people on stilts walking through the sand. Even a huge elephant effigy on the shoulders of ten men ridden by the Heathen Queen. The best part was that almost everyone was dressed up in costumes like it was out of some dream or some erotic European party. We threw our stuff down in a pile near some trees and got swept up in it, dancing and gawking at the many wonders with our eyes and hearts opened with delight.
After a while, the parade moved back down the beach again and we all reached the bonfires near the waves. After much dancing and celebrating, the Heathen Queen was helped off of her throne which was then promptly placed right in the middle of one of the fire pits! As a drum circle beat out some great beats, we watched the great elephant burst into flames! We danced as the fire burned well into the night.
Although I was enjoying the night thoroughly, I was also keeping an eye out for Moth who had taken a lot more then I had. It wasn't like I was worried about her or anything, the energy around was very chill, but I felt it was still a good idea that we stayed within eye contact of each other. However, there was one woman who I could not keep my eyes off.
Its been kind of odd, my whole life I have only been truly attracted to a handful of women. This girl was definitely one of them. Her face was delicate and wild, her hair was raven black, she was shapely and knew how to use it as she danced in a seductive flow that went perfectly with the music. She sensed me looking at her, and she turned to look right at me. I was shy, of course, but I also had trouble just taking my eyes off her. She danced as she looked into my eyes, and I was blown away like a fire had ignited in my chest.
Ok, you might be laughing now, but honestly I have never experienced something that could only be described as attraction at first sight. We danced for a while, no words did we share, no number traded, and soon the crowd which was now moving in a rapid circle around the great blaze consumed and separated us. I was very appreciative for the exchange, however, and felt the life energy flowing through me once again.
It seemed like hours had passed, the elephant had long burned down, the crowd was thinning as social groups formed. A man sat down in the sand with a chest of goodies and yelled out, “Heathens!” We, of course, where drawn to him where he proceeded to pull out many glass artifacts that could more plainly be called pipes. A bowl was packed and passed, my first hit was like euphoria itself stepped down. I was suddenly placed back in the moment, the night salt air rushing over me, I felt wonderful so I had a few more hits, no big deal right?
I was wired then. More people decided to take off to a bar, not my scene, and we realized that beach's numbers where beginning to dwindle. I, however, couldn't calm down. My mind was racing with the images and energies of the party that my body was in a constant state of tension. Moth, however, was sensitive to me and tried to help me calm down. Thanks largely to her, I was able to get myself back to a reasonable level. After we huddle near the fire for a while, we up and decided to be social. A small group of three girls and two guys had formed on a blanket nearby, we brazenly walked up and asked if we could add our blanket to theirs!
Introductions were made, the three girls where friends that were all going to school in the area. A teacher, a biologist, and a Psyche major. The two fellows were locals who just happened to be there during the party. Up until this moment, I had been running this whole party on just two bananas, and they just happened to have a package of strawberries sitting right there! After it was offered, I tasted three of the sweetest morsels that had ever touched my tongue. The conversation turned to raw veganism often.
The conversation went around as we learned everyone's stories. One of the fellows had a guitar, missing an A string, and was fruitlessly trying to tune it. I inquired, and suddenly found it thrust in my hands. The missing string threw me off, but I had learned a nice bass line from my good friend as was able to lay it down pretty well. At one point, someone pointed it out and of course I messed up just as I was noticed Oh well, it was fun to play. It made me think of my good friend, how much we had gone through together, the times we had, and I thought fondly of him. I felt the power of the instrument then, playing for a group of people on the beach, it felt good and right to do so. It made me realized how much I missed practicing on my bass every day, seeing improvement and going even further.
Of course, a cool Jamaican came looking for his guitar eventually, which evidently had just been handed to the guy who handed it to me. I was playing a strangers instrument, and when he came up I had just shoved it in his hand and said “here!” I learned he was the owner, but it was a guy I had met earlier, a pretty smooth dude by the name of Green Hex, or Hex for short. We talked about how the guitar played for a while, then he left for a group right next to us. Monkey see, monkey do, our whole group just picked up and walked over to them.
Now the last remnants of the beach all clung to the heat of the bonfire. We started talking even more after that, and eventually the conversation led to Mescaline. That we where on it, when did we dose, what was it like, how did we prepare it. I felt like I was guiding others into the wonderful experience that was mescaline. Shoring up fact from fiction, giving pointers on technique, I had learned a lot from watching Moth's excellent skill.
One interesting situation arised as I was talking to a Biology major named Shanon who was on her way next week to Australia. As we were talking, the skin on her face began to hallucinate and move. I don't know if she noticed me looking, but my eyes couldn't help be drawn down to her face as she talked and the waves rippled across her skin like a great ocean. Lol, socializing while tripping can be... interesting
At midnight, the cops drove up on the beach and broke up the last party goers. With everyone cleared off, and in no mood to go to a bar, we walked the long strip back to our car. Newbury street was still populace though, and the people were also much more inebriated. Of course, our trip back to Moth's Buick was incident free if not very interesting.
Back at home, the trip didn't stop there! We found some Mescaline soup left over at the bottom of a pan and shared it together. Again, the communication opened up between us. We talked about the party, about our friends, about love and relationships, we really had a great sharing of mind and heart that opened me up even further, liberating my soul. The Mescaline wasn't done healing, and it was so wonderfully good for re-dosing. In fact, I have to so mescaline is probably the best drug to re-dose on over everything I have experienced over the years.
There are too many topics to go over what was said that night, but lets just say that we “discovered” two more glasses of Mescaline for a trip that lasted over 24+ hours. We tripped the whole next day and didn't go to sleep until the night AFTER the party! I ate six more bananas over the night, but Moth had nothing and both of us were starved for energy. However, I will say that tripping and fasting do go hand and hand and my lack of calories didn't really bother me all that much overall. Sometimes, the energy seemed to come from somewhere else, as my body didn't even feel that crashed despite so much activity over the whole thing.
Anyway, this trip report is turning out to be entirely too long, so I will just end it here. It was an entirely good experience, one that puts Mescaline on the top of my list of goodly drugs. Honestly, I was left feeling that I want to try a larger dose, one that really gives me the full spectrum of what Mescaline can do. One thing I will say for certain, however, is that Mescaline has been a potent ally on my journey.
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A Temporal Anomaly
Edited by OneWhoHasSeen (08/10/10 10:54 AM)
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Crono
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Thanks for that. Very thorough. enjoyed the ego and the apotheosis talk
Isn't it funny how a girl can do that to you once not so often, just stop and ignite your inner being. Wonder what it seeks to express. It's powerful.
I can't wait to try mesc.
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 Humility
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Re: Mescaline Mayhem [Re: Crono]
#13073661 - 08/19/10 12:14 PM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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I don't think I could dose with a girl and not want to fuck her brains out. I try my best to not masturbate weeks before a trip, and mescaline definitely sexually charges me, moreso than any other psychedelic I'd say. Of course all the other stuff is fun too (communicating, synchronicities, etc.), but sharing your body while on mescaline (especially with someone else that's on mescaline) really takes the cake I'd say.
That said, sounds like a really fun experience man. Grats and I hope you all have many more. As previously mentioned, thanks for sharing.
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amylase
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Re: Mescaline Mayhem [Re: Humility]
#13079040 - 08/20/10 01:56 PM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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Quote:
The bitterness is necessary as you overcome the ego's natural desire to only eat what superficially tastes good and to keep down what you know is medicine.
-OneWhoHasSeen
Great quote man, Im reading yours as I come up on about 30cm. I'm going to tell people that when they drink it in the future.
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montrealstoneer
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Re: Mescaline Mayhem [Re: amylase]
#13080511 - 08/20/10 07:43 PM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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yo man thanx for sharing ur adventures
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mais
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good post. thanks!
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thoroughly good goodness.
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plasma21
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Re: Mescaline Mayhem [Re: mais]
#15782349 - 02/09/12 02:59 AM (3 months, 18 days ago) |
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really was one of the most well written and explained trip report. great story too. really enjoyed it. thanks man 
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