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4HO-DMT


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Legendary psychedelic 4
#18976852 - 10/14/13 02:22 PM (10 years, 4 months ago) |
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I have never posted a trip report before, but I felt that this one was worthy. I hope you enjoy.
1 Preparation
I had a couple Bridgesii center cuts that had been stressed, without water, in a dark room for about 9 months. The cuttings had sprouted roots all over the columns since they were laying on their sides. One was chopped into thin stars, maybe half a centimeter thick. These stars were then placed on a rack for about a week so that they could dry out. Once they were cracker dry they were ground up with a coffee grinder. This yielded a little more than 30 grams of powder. It was a bright green color that radiated magic.
The powder was mixed into boiling water, probably a liter or so. About an ounce of lime juice was added to the mixture. The purpose of the lime juice was to convert the alkaloids into alkaloid salts, in particular, mescaline citrate. The mixture was simmered on the stove top for two hours. Then the resultant liquid was set aside. The left over pulp was squeezed through a cotton t-shirt into a bowl with the first pull. This process was repeated two more times. At the end, the three pulls were combined and there was about a half liter of watery, brown-green liquid. This was poured into ice-cube trays, frozen, and then stored for later use.
2 Set and setting
For a few days before, I focused on working hard and generally being peaceful. I have a fairly busy work life. So, I try to tie up as many loose ends as I can before a trip. There were a few things I wanted to address while I was in trance. One of them was my addiction to cigarettes. I've been smoking on and off for the better part of twenty years. Lately, I have been smoking anywhere from 3 to 8 cigarettes a day. However, on the day of the sacrament, I didn't smoke any cigarettes. The other main purpose of this ceremony was simply to learn. I want to learn whatever life has to throw my way. And, I believe that Achuma has quite a bit to teach.
The setting was my home. I originally wanted to camp in the woods, but it has been cold and rainy lately. Also, I knew that I would get a debilitating body load, so my intent was to lay in bed in the dark until I felt mobile again. My wonderful wife stood by as a sitter just in case. She was focused on a school assignment that was due later in the evening. So, she wasn't going to be hovering over me for the duration of the experience. I found it very comforting, knowing that she would be there for me.
I chose to go without music, or other sensory stimuli. I could sense that this session was going to be strongly psychedelic. Therefore, I opted to let the sacrament provide the music and beauty and such.
3 The ceremony
The day of the experience was last Thursday. I placed the ice cubes into drinking glasses in the morning so that they could thaw out. I went to work without breakfast and only ate a light lunch. The work day was busy and went by very fast. At times, I would think about my evening plans and get giddy. At this point, I still wasn't 100 % sure that I was going to journey. I have a deep respect for all psychedelics and take set and setting very serious. So, I typically don't decide if I am going to trip until the day of, and often just a few hours before.
At 5:00 pm I arrived home from work and consolidated the tea into a single glass. The goal was to get the half liter of sacrament down over the course of an hour. I took the first sip and it was very salty with a faint taste of lime. It was also quite bitter, but not overwhelming. I had apple cider as a chaser, yet, I found that it didn't mask the taste much at all. I poured a drink of this ancient brew out onto the earth for the cactus spirits and respectfully asked the wise ones to teach me.
What I find interesting is that it starts out easy to drink. Then, as I get more down, it grows mildly unpleasant. As I drink even more, the concoction becomes utterly repulsive. Finally, as I get to the dregs, I just force as much as I can down before the one hour mark. This sends shivers throughout my body and I am gagging incessantly.
By the half hour mark, I was already coming up. Because of this, I knew I was in for a turbulent ride and I began to have the come-up jitters. Despite this fear, I pushed onward, gulping the vile juice. It isn't just the bitterness that invokes the repulsion. The tea has the consistency of cum and it tastes horrid. It is no wonder, that it makes me gag.
Now the waiting begins. It is about an hour after I began ingesting. The tea is working away in my gut and I feel quite woozy. But never mind, I must not vomit. So I wait, and don't move, and read entries on the shroomery. During this time, I felt very cold and wrapped myself in a blanket. At about the 1:30 hour mark, I am nauseous enough to lay down. I don't want to move. It is getting dark outside and I loose interest in the computer. It is the right time to lay down in bed.
I stumbled upstairs in a stupor. The euphoria at this point is almost unbearable. I am being smothered with ecstasy. I lie down in bed in the dark. Mescaline tends to make me sleepy. Every time, I have taken it, I feel very drowsy for the second and third hour. This time is no different. I then came to the conclusion that this sleepiness is the cactus telling me, "Close your eyes and watch!" So I listen and find myself in mescaline's labyrinth.
I am moving down cathedral hallways draped with richly colored tapestries. The colors are dominated by a green pigment and a saturated, deep violet. Huxley's jewels are nodes that pull on the slabs of colors and lines. As I wander the abyssal halls, I face the dichotomy of blissful joy and horrific terror. We all have finite time in our lives. As we get older time speeds up. By the time we are old, we are lurching forward on the rocket sled of time, encroaching on what lies beyond the tracks end. And there is nothing I, or you, can do about it.
Time is non-linear. Different organisms experience time at different rates than do us humans. Take insectile flies for example. From our point of observation, they are fast and have very jerky movement. Yet, from the point of view of the fly, his motion is fluid and continuous. Additionally, a human, a relative giant, moves very slow and clumsily. There are other examples. Watching the mechanics of an elephant that is trundling along, one sees that the elephant is experiencing time on a longer time scale than are we. But, to the elephant, we must appear awkward, with jerky movements.
I briefly opened my eyes and the alarm clock read 7:26. So, two and a half hours had passed. I hadn't even peaked yet. I was freezing, despite being shrouded in blankets. My body felt the disoriented cold sweats that a night of heavy drinking awakens one with. I closed my eyes again and fell into trance.
Now, the pinks, blues and yellows complex the patterns. I think about how this soup probably follows interesting mathematical principles. Maybe the color field is divergence free. I will tell you this: it is a living, breathing organism, in intimate tandem with the soul. There are uncountable, peering eyes, all pupil, no iris. This is the spirit of Achuma and it is watching me from all points in space. These feelings provoke intense discomfort. The nausea has subsided at this point, so I decide to change up the setting. I head back to the living room where my wife is working.
I sit next to her on the couch and stretch out. It has now been about three and a half hours since I began this journey. My body feels very tight. It must be the vasoconstriction that accompanies phenethylamines that makes me feel this way. My arms begin to cramp due to the muscle tension. The tightness becomes bothersome and I decide to smoke some herb to relieve the vasoconstriction. I have a wooden box with a hinged lid where I keep my herb. When I opened it, my disorientation made it difficult for me to hold it still. I was worried that I would drop and spill it everywhere. I manage to pack a bowl and take a few tokes.
Now the visuals become more geometric and intricate. There is a thick ether that drapes everything. This is psychedelia. A strong mescaline session shows this to you in the best of ways. It truly is the psychedelic of legends. I lean back into the couch and settle into introspection. This phase can be intense, and in this moment it was. I began to feel the vasoconstriction again and this lead to thoughts about my health and all the bazillions of cigarettes that I have smoked. While these thoughts cycled, I began to dissolve into the surroundings; into the couch, and into myself.
Now the visions begin. I am immersed in the machinery, this organic machinery. The rotational frequency of the thing has a carnal beat to it. It is so perfect and precise. Then the scale of everything around me grows and I am an observer of molecular dynamics. Particles of various shape and size are zipping in all directions, on singular paths, until inevitable collision modifies their trajectory. While I am observing this beauty, everything that is me, disassembles. I am part of the machinery, chugging away to the maddening beat of repetition. I have lost all sense of time, and space, and self.
I am part of this colorful, metallic, machinery observing from everywhere, and everywhen. Slowly, from far away, I began to remember who, or what, I am. It is primal things at first, like: I am a human being. I am male. I am part of a societal hierarchy. These simple realizations continue for some time. I am coming around and notice that 6 hours has passed since I started drinking and I am ever so lightly coming down.
I am a bit panic ridden at this point due to the ever present body load and ego dissolution. So, I decide to smoke more pot. As I am doing this, I get up and walk over to my collection of sacred cacti. I peared at them and they were so alive. Their skin was rippling. The areoles were eyes. Ever the observer, is the cactus.
I go back to the couch and sit down. I fall deep into introspection and time comes to a stand still. This is time dilation. It can be agonizing at times. My mind is going over aspects of my life so fast and the time is going so slow. This is why a psychedelic experience can take so long to integrate into ones life. There is just so much information to process.
As time passes, I gradually drift back to some sense of normalcy. It has been about 8 hours and I am exhausted but still tripping. We decide to go to bed. I go and lay down, but I know that I won't sleep for a while. So, I close my eyes and observe the colors as they fade, philosophizing about life and existence.
4 After thoughts
The above experience was a good one. It has been about 17 years since I ventured this deep into psychedelia. This particular session happened four days ago and I still have much reflection to do. Writing down what of it, that I remember helps me to integrate the experience. Over the past four days I have often found myself reminiscing. Psychedelics invoke a romantic feeling in me. I am drawn to them, and, at least I think, they are drawn to me. I know that it will be a good while before I can set aside enough time to activate again, and this saddens me a bit because I am intimately attached to psychedelics, the cactus varieties in particular. Mescaline and allies are legendary.
One more thing about this experience. I am not a religious person. In fact many people would consider me to be about as atheist as they come. However, this is not true. This ceremony with Achuma has shown me that I am spiritual, but, not in the conventional way. I am a scientist through the floor of my heart. Yet, I know that our collective scientific knowledge explains very little about our world. We cannot adequately explain the spiritual experiences that one encounters. I don't think we need a concrete explanation. I have witnessed the spiritual energy that is Achuma, and that is enough for me.
Edited by 4HO-DMT (10/23/13 12:24 AM)
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Futuresight
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Re: Legendary psychedelic [Re: 4HO-DMT]
#18976909 - 10/14/13 02:36 PM (10 years, 4 months ago) |
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What a read! I enjoyed the after thoughts the most. Seeing as how I identify with you. These beautiful experiences are very non-scientific, and can help us cope with the vast hole in our universe that science leaves us.
Nobody knows the truth spiritually, but those that claim that science is the one true answer are simply ignorant.
On the other hand, those that claim science has no place in our world are equally ignorant. Sure, technology has stolen us from the earth, but only because of the people leading it. Science has the potential to create a world for us in which all are equal, loved, and respected.
In the wisdom of Jon Stewart, "The last words of the human race will be, 'IT WORKED!'"
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Beautiful report. I especially like the last paragraph about religion, I feel very similar.
One of the most incredible things for me after eating achuma was when I was looking myself in the mirror during the peak. My body looked so incredibly full of life, every breath was like waves of energy flowing through me.
Cactus is incredible.
-------------------- Trichocereus Bridgesii brought me here.
Edited by miscbrah (10/15/13 12:12 PM)
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Re: Legendary psychedelic [Re: miscbrah]
#18984788 - 10/16/13 04:13 AM (10 years, 4 months ago) |
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miscbrah said: Beautiful report. I especially like the last paragraph about religion, I feel very similar.
One of the most incredible things for me after eating achuma was when I was looking myself in the mirror during the peak. My body looked so incredibly full of life, every breath was like waves of energy flowing through me.
Cactus is incredible.
I spent much of my strongest mescaline trip doing inner work at the mirror. Woke up my sleeping left brain.
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Re: Legendary psychedelic [Re: The Centre]
#18984808 - 10/16/13 04:28 AM (10 years, 4 months ago) |
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Nice report , hope to try mesca one day
In an infinite 4-dimensional resistor grid of ideal 500ohm resistors, derive the equivalent resistance between 2 nodes formula
Now do the same for an infinite brane(n-dimensional) of ideal 100i ohm complex resistors 
the mescaline trip should be just long enough to solve that puzzle your next trip :-)
physics is about creating models from nature, built from observing nature nature rarely has ideal 100 ohm resistors ;-)
psychedelics can make us remember who we are, if we listen carefully, letting go completely try youtube.com/watch?v=lQuH2JPjOiY if you ever trip again, lay back, feel the music, tune in,turn off thoughts,accept what comes
peace
Edited by lessismore (10/16/13 04:55 AM)
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Re: Legendary psychedelic [Re: 4HO-DMT]
#19061295 - 10/31/13 12:34 AM (10 years, 3 months ago) |
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While these thoughts cycled, I began to dissolve into the surroundings; into the couch, and into myself.
Now the visions begin. I am immersed in the machinery, this organic machinery. The rotational frequency of the thing has a carnal beat to it. It is so perfect and precise. Then the scale of everything around me grows and I am an observer of molecular dynamics. Particles of various shape and size are zipping in all directions, on singular paths, until inevitable collision modifies their trajectory. While I am observing this beauty, everything that is me, disassembles. I am part of the machinery, chugging away to the maddening beat of repetition. I have lost all sense of time, and space, and self.
This sounds extremely similar to salvia trips I've had.
Some day I will take mescaline. Or maybe it will take me.
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Re: Legendary psychedelic [Re: mikeisapro]
#19070581 - 11/01/13 03:57 PM (10 years, 3 months ago) |
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And to think, the only main two things I learned on my last cactus trip were that you have to "hug your mind" every once in a while, as well as feel the minds and spirits of others..and secondly, that mescaline gives me the ability to absorb the minds of others, and act as a cathode, with the electricity of others' minds, transferring from their anode mind to my cathode mind like electricity. Lol
-------------------- On the ground you lay, with your dogs you pray, at a neon hieroglyph sky you gaze Hugging your mind, praying to survive, feeling the love of the hieroglyphs in the sky We all need more love, and mainly less hate Hate is the blind that covers the heart's eye That makes the heart's eye cry Locked deep away in the skies of our minds It's all in the mind
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Re: Legendary psychedelic [Re: 4HO-DMT]
#19266936 - 12/12/13 05:38 PM (10 years, 2 months ago) |
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Just read this...Very awesome. So crazy that you mention your take on religion as I have the same opinion..as well as my drug habits not being all too great. I also don't decide on taking any psychedelic until last few hours..maybe even minutes if things become too out of hand. So I understood everything you said entirely..
Definitely going to prepare in a similar fashion..I have high respects for this cacti and high respects for my ever-racing mind
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Re: Legendary psychedelic [Re: 4HO-DMT]
#20034651 - 05/24/14 01:42 PM (9 years, 8 months ago) |
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awesome read man! thanks for sharing that with us
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Re: Legendary psychedelic [Re: Cult420]
#20035832 - 05/24/14 06:30 PM (9 years, 8 months ago) |
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Thanks to everybody's positive comments. I have a deep respect for mescaline. It is a beautiful experience.
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