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Mountian Journey

I'm trying to grow some shrooms but it’s taking forever so i had the urge to take a journey and I had ordered some San Pedro Cactus cuttings 12” tipped.



I'm trying to grow some shrooms but it’s taking forever so i
had the urge to take a journey and I had ordered some San
Pedro Cactus cuttings 12” tipped. All day Friday I fasted
eating nothing but a banana and that night I skinned them
and cut out the spines. then i cut out the core and froze
them over night. In the morning I thawed them slightly and
put them in the blender with some lemon juice and hit puree.
I then took the froth and put it in a jar and waited for the
juice to settle in the bottom. i then ran it through a
strainer to separate the juice from the froth. I gagged down
the slimy disgusting juice with some salteen crackers and
repeated this process about 3 more times till i though i was
gonna hurl.
I saved the rest of the sludge for another time and got
ready for my journey.

I packed up my Native American flutes and my didgeridoo and
put on some warm clothes because it was chilly that day.
Packed them into my car with some water and pistachios and
dried fruit and headed for the freshly snow dusted foothills
of Colorado just west of Denver. I drove up a windy canyon,
trying not to throw up in my car, to a spot I had hiked
earlier that week which seemed to be a good place for the
journey. And it was...

As I hiked up the trail in the cool mountain air my stomach
settled a bit and I started feeling better and better. I
looked at the trees with the light coating of dusty snow. It
was a whole different atmosphere that day. The sky was grey
and the clouds hung low. I took a right onto the smaller
trail as it forked. and I began to enter the ‘Enchanted’
forest. Little trees and rocks seemed to welcome me there.
All very friendly. The Aspen trees had laid out round golden
speckles on the forest floor and on the path as if to
welcome me.

All was quiet in the still of the forest. I continued to
climb the path as anxiety overwhelmed me and I knew i was
getting close to her. I quickened my pace as my body began
to pulse with pleasure. breaking out of the forest I saw the
auditorium - grass and trees waited in their places for the
concert to begin. The Aspen trees fluttered in the cool
breeze as I entered the sacred concert hall.
Finally i saw her, sitting there as proud as when I had left
her. In my minds voice I greeted her. She looked so nice. A
sight for sore eyes. yes my beautiful rock. My stage, my
trusted friend, ancient and wise. i hurried up to her and
climbed upon her back. She was happy to see me as i was to
see her.

I could feel the release in the back of my neck and my
stomach danced as I looked out at my audience of Aspens,
Evergreens, flowers, grasses and majestic moss covered
boulders as they eagerly awaited in silence. The small
forest creatures scurried about at ease with my presence
there. I sat there is silence absorbing it all, making them
all wait. The I pulled out my cherry wood flute and the
spirit of the forest overtook me. I played her song in the
chilly moutnian air. The high and low tones cut through the
valleys and echoed off the hills. I stumbled around in bliss
as I played from the deep places inside of me. I felt the
blood of my ancestors pulse through my warm veins.
Condensation dripped from the air holes and my cold fingers
fluttered and danced on the finger holes. I sat there
interchanging from cherry to cedar to blond colored flutes,
all with their own distinct tones.

The golden leaves danced on their branches as I played.
Sitting upon my rock I closed my eyes and played a deep,
slow, sad melody. My eyes were closed but I heard dogs
moaning behind me. I continued playing and opened my eyes to
see a young man and two dogs walking down the trail. The
dogs whined and growled as they passed me. I continued to
play my haunting tones unaffected by their presence there.
The young man, seemingly overcome with fright, quickened his
pace as my song seemed to drive him out of that sacred
valley.

When my hands became too numb to hold the notes i grabbed my
Didge and climbed down to the north west face of my beauty.
I then noticed something that I had not before. Several
lines in the rock all converged at a point on the ground the
ground and there was a hole just right to stick the end of
my didge into. My rock begged me to speak to her in the
ancient drone. I placed my didge in the hole and fitted my
mouth to the waxy mouthpiece and began my communion with
her. As my lips subtly vibrated over the mouthpiece I had
the feeling that I was kissing her. The sound was
incredible. I could feel the sound waves pulsating off of
her. It was like I was communicating with her, giving her a
voice. I have never heard a rock sing until that day and it
was a maginificent experience.

My eyes were again closed and i watched as subtle patterns
formed on my eyelids as I played. I felt a warm excited
feeling in my stomach and down my spine emanating from the
back of my neck. I felt the beauty of this place and time
seemed to stand still. I then opened my eyes and
concentrated on the brightly colored moss growing on her and
the way the colors of the granite and moss seemed to warped
together like a mosaic pattern, like an artwork and all of
the sudden I started to see her ‘faces’. There were many of
them everywhere I looked as the lines, crevices and textures
formed all kinds of different faces. Some resembled animals
and others looked like old men and others looked like
nothing I had ever seen before. It was beautiful. I was awe
struck by it all and just sat motionless starring at it for
about five minutes or so.

I was reminded of the paintings by Bev Doolittle, where you
can see faces in the landscapes that she paints. Now I know
where she got the idea. I also recalled the movie “Return to
Oz” where the Nome king and his servants would follow
Dorothy around Oz spying on her within the rocks and their
faces would move through the rocks and appear in them. this
was a very interesting
phenomenon and probably the highlight of my experience.

I continued to play my didge until I felt the need to return
to my flutes. I continued this pattern for the rest of the
afternoon. Finally I was compelled to pack up my things and
climb the hill back to the main trail. I continued to play
my flutes as I made my way up the hill stopping at various
points along the way to listen to the acoustics of that
particular spot and to check out the mossy rocks and various
plant life and colors. As I descended down the other side of
the hill, still playing my tones I met up with an older lady
with an Irish accent. She told me she had been listening to
me and how beautiful it was and how the scenery reminded her
of Ireland. We talked and walked down the trail noticing the
wonderful surroundings to where the cars were parked and bid
fair well.

As I drove back down the winding canyon listening to some
Celtic music I could see wonderful patterns in the canyon
walls. The movement of the car was very smooth and soothing,
like driving on clouds. The warm air from the heater sent
chills through my body like I had never felt before. very
nice. And every so often I would receive pleasant sensations
throughout my body almost like riding a roller coaster but
not as intense.

A huge grin enveloped my face and I felt very happy and at
peace. All the troubles in the world seemed to be so
pointless and futile. I even started to have affectionate
feelings for my car, thinking of how loyal and dependable
she’s been to me. When I arrived home I was hungry and
warmed up a cup of chia tea and found some cold pizza in the
fridge. Our kitchen being remodeled with hardwood floors and
wood cabinets had a very nice feel to it. The wood was very
beautiful indeed. I went to my room and put on some relaxing
downbeat techno, lit a candle and sat on my bed sipping my
warm chia. I could smell the fragrance of the candle and the
spices of the chia and I looked around at my room and felt
ever so cozy.I wrote some affectionate entries about my rock
in my journal and drew a picture of myself standing on her
playing my flute. It had been a wonderful day and I hope to
do it again when I get the chance.

If you are thinking about taking a journey through the use
of this sacred plant, I highly recommend that you do it out
in nature and plan on spending at least 4 or 5 hours
outdoors. I’ve found that fasting for at least six hours
prior is a good thing. Also I read that you should not eat
any meat the day before. You’ll need room in your stomach.
Again, the extract is most disgusting and very hard to
swallow but I think the methods that I used work well and I
have used them since with good results. I’ve also read that
mescaline is like a cross between LSD and Exctasy. I’ve
never taken Exctacy but I would have to agree with that
description by the way my journey went. Remember setting is
everything. Be in a good frame of mind and be familiar with
your surroundings. You’ll not be totally wacked out by this
substance it’s quite subtle compared with others and you can
intelligently carry on conversations with other people
without them suspecting anything.
Please use caution, have a safe journey and use the
experience to further you knowledge and understanding of
creation.

Side Note: I rescently discovered some very nice SP
specimines for sale at Home Depot. I purchasced 2 of them
one about 2 foot and the other about 7 inch. I don’t know if
I have the heart to sacrafice them though and the larger one
has longer dark colored spikes and more thin ribs than the
SP I used so I’m not sure what species it is. I’m hoping
it’s a Peruvian Torch but I can’t be sure. They also have a
double six footer and four footer in one planter there for
$99. I’m very temped to go buy it. Anyways, I was pleasantly

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