Hello Shroomery.
I'm just getting back from my first trip on mescaline. I suppose you could call it my first "real" trip on a classic psychedelic (I've done salvia and DXM before but meh). It was a great experience.
At 5:20 last night I began drinking the extract tea from a 16" cutting of San Pedro I'd been growing. The resulting tea was a full pint, and I slowly drank it over 45 minutes. I have my house empty for the weekend, so I had two of my friends over to sit for me and chill all night. Earlier I'd put down a large mattress across my living room floor because I like to roll around when I trip and I moved all the sound systems and speakers in my house into the room, setting up the speakers in a circle surrounding the couches pillows and mattress.
I first noticed it coming on as I looked at the blanket below me, which had a pattern of lighthouses on it. I was ecstatic to see that the shadows across the lighthouses were shifting, like the imaginary sun in the picture was moving around. I watched this with great facscination for a few minutes, looked up, and noticed that the walls were breathing (swelling you know). I got this great sense of "this shit is about to get serious" and I looked back down at the blanket to see that its surface was moving like waves, as if I were floating on the sea.
I turned to my friend and burst into jubilant laughter as I watched his face. It was like a painting. Instead of his face naturally moving as he turned his head he sort of faded to the next position. The only thing that I can think of is the Take On Me video by Ah-Ha but that's a poor example. The leaves of a potted plant were dancing back and forth. I asked my friend if they were actually moving. I laughed even harder at his answer. This was the beginning of a 12 hour plateau that never let up once.
The plateau came in waves at times, but I think that was less the drug and more my setting. As I would cover my eyes or sit on a bed or go outside to look at the kaleidascope trees, the trip physical effects of the trip would morph. I had high energy and mild euphoria througout, with some very mild and plesant delirium accompanied by general silliness. I noted a strong sense of childlike wonder in small things, which brings me to perhaps the most important part of the trip-
FRACTALS.
Oh my god the fractals. Anything that could possibly be a straight line would interact with any other kind of straight line to form rainbow kaliadascopes that, upon further investigation and focus, would become fractals. Small eyes and pulses in the lines would crawl along, and glittered with complexity. I knew that any of these shimmering eyes contained infinite complexity and would be filled with fractals if I were to grab a magnifying glass.
The tiles in the mosaic of my bathroom mirror would drift and bounce off of each other playfully. Curvy lines, like the textures of my stucco wall, became veins and rivers that flowed and ebbed.
I had the massive HD TV in my living room hooked up to my laptop, showing milkdrop and playing anything from Shpongle to Animal Collective. I was slightly dissapointed to realize that anything in motion tended to not be so interesting, but things that were perfectly still would be filled with motion. All I had to do was direct my focus to just about any object, and there it would be morphing and forming geometric patterns. The crown molding along the tops of my walls looked absurd, my mantelpiece moved like a rotisserie. Trees outside were hilariously beautiful perfect geometric kalidoscopes. They really couldn't have been any more perfect.
I noticed that my peripheral vision was extended by about 15 degrees. Things on the very edge of my vision would often give the sensation of being sentient beings, in other words I always felt like there were people around me, even if I was alone.
My eyes quickly became fatigued as they were being overloaded with information. I shoved a pillow into my face and closed them and was greeted with more fractals. They were extremely small, and they moved together in trippy waves and explosions. It turned out that my eyes got far more tired when they were closed, so I removed the pillow without opening them. The result was an extremely vibrant rainbow strobe light for around 10 seconds.
I toked occasionally throughout my trip, and I could really tell what effect it has because I am so new to mescaline. We went and got donuts at one in the morning. The guy at the drivethrough grew impatient with me as I waffled about what kind of donut I wanted. He kept presenting me with choices and I decided that I just wanted a pink one because the mescaline compelled me to want bright shiny love colors. He cut me off though and said "just make up your mind" in a hilarious accent and he started yelling in whatever language to his coworker when we rolled around to the window. I thought this whole thing was the funniest shit ever and the look he gave me when we went through the drivethrough a second time made me burst out laughing as I beamed at him through the window.
Later that night, around 6:00AM I tried to sleep but couldn't do it. I fidgeted in my bed frustratingly for a few hours but I slowly zoned out so it was bearable.
Its nearly 3:00 now and things are slightly trippy still. Text drifts slightly when arranged in paragraphs. It takes a good deal of focus to notice it though. Earlier I went outside and laid in the sun for a while, and now I'm chillng out making coffee in my press and listening to panda bear with all the windows in the house open, a nice breeze, and 85 degree FL sunshine raining down outside.
What I've Learned:
Next time (and there will be a next time) mescaline should be done OUTSIDE, during the day, at the beach or in the sun somewhere. I want to either trip alone or trip with other people who are on mescaline next time. Worrying about what my friends were thinking or trying to explain to them what was happening and failing was kind of a downer. Overall, though, the trip was a very happy sunshine love kind of trip, and I think that mescaline is very much an upper.
My first real trip was wonderful, and I can't wait to delve further into the psychedelic experience 
p.s. that is such a mescaline thing -->
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