Moose Man
Rising Star
Electroshock Therapy
This was to be my 5th attempt at a mescaline trip using San Pedro or Peruvian Torch cactus. All previous trips (cactus or otherwise) would fail to compare, like a candle flame compared to the sun.
Sure I have tripped before. Mushrooms, DXM and mescaline are all stored in my personal database of drugs used. I have felt and seen amazing things using these but there was nothing that could have prepared me for what I was about to experience. It was a Friday night and two of my good friends came over after work to join in on the fun. I had ordered a half pound of Peruvian Torch powder from an online supplier via e-bay. I also bought 200 "O" size empty capsules (they happened to be vegetable based instead of gelatin, if that matters for your diet) from our local grocery's health food and herbal section. We painstakingly packed all of the caps using straws cut to make a scooper, a tool I have seen previously used to scoop other drugs like coke or meth. It took a while and after discussing the length of the come up and trip, one of my friends decided to opt-out and headed home for the night. After capping all two-hundred pills we had a lot of powder left and went to the store to buy more caps. After packing a total of three-hundred pills, we divided the pile using a digital scale (because some of the caps were packed more densely than others) and started consuming the roughly one-hundred and fifty caps.
The math told us that we were ingesting fifty-five grams of powder each. Based on my previous trips I knew that it is very hard to judge how potent the cactus can be, and rather than be underwhelmed we decided this would be a good "strong" dose. Strong ended up being a keyword that night. It took me one and a half hours to eat all of my caps and my friend finished his about ten minutes faster than me. I knew that it takes about three hours for mescaline to kick in. Thirty minutes after the completion of capsules and I was already starting to feel different. That's when I got the feeling, "this is going to be big".
Blake and I were on the cactus while my roommate Doug was simply drunk, which nothing out of the ordinary for him. All three of us decided to watch tv and nature shows was suggested as a theme. The beautiful landscapes were amazing and shots of trees were swirling into themselves. I remember seeing faces embedded into the rock walls and thinking "this is the strongest visuals I have ever seen" - until what came later. After lots of pot and cigarette smoking it was getting late. Doug was on a mix of coffee and post-drunk yet somehow seemed to be feeding off our trip. He was somehow riding on our wavelength and both me and Blake got the feeling he was tripping with us. Doug even mentioned the next day he felt remembered feeling weird. Despite the energy transfer Doug eventually had to sleep.
I was really enjoying the imagery on the TV but I kept getting a sick feeling, like this is not right (that and stomach cramping from all that powder). I suggested we go upstairs and listen to music. Lying on my bed and listening to Boards of Canada, I realized the best TV in the house was the bedroom ceiling! It moved and swirled and changed colors to the beat of the music. I now know what synesthesia feels like, to truly see sounds with your eyes. Aside from the visuals there had been an incredible body high building up the entire night and when I closed my eyes it became more intense. While lying with my eyes closed I realized I could "let go" of everything. If I stopped thinking and more or less meditated (which I have no real experience with) I could let go of all my thoughts and feelings and become energy. That is when I was electrocuted.
It hit me like a sledge hammer. It was the single most real feeling in my entire life. A massive jolt of electricity shot through me, causing my vision to go from pitch black to pure white light. Somehow I remember feeling like I could actually touch it, or that something was touching me. It was like someone was trying to show me everything there is in existence, all in the blink of an eye. I had plugged into the universes' electrical outlet. I was no longer human and I was not made of matter - I simply existed as energy spread out across infinity, connected with everyone and everything, all at once. Mind you time had been incredibly warped all night and everything had been very slow, except for this flash of a moment when everything made perfect sense. It was so much to handle yet so amazing. Words will always fail when describing moments like this.
Blake had been watching the music on the ceiling as well. I tried to describe my shocking experience but words were very difficult at that point. He said he hadn't gone that far but was happy for me. I felt like he had been transferring energy into my trip and in someway I was robbing a part of his. He assured me he was happy to help. We talked a great length and had very therapeutic conversations. I remember crying at one point because it as so beautiful. We drank beer and coffee, smoked and vaporized lots of pot, smoking cigarettes and talking all night and the next day. I was overwhelmed with the feeling of being beside myself. It would last the entire rest of the day until 10 pm, exactly twenty-four hours after the beginning of the trip.
I have read many trip reports on mescaline and I have done lots of research on different methods but I have never read about anyone tripping for a full twenty-four hours like we did. Never at any point was it a bad trip and the only negative thing for me was stomach cramping and some constipation later, however Blake seemed to suffer less than me (I do have digestion issue's). The comedown was the smoothest ever. It was like going down a never ending escalator or like walking down stairs and every time you step down the stair plateaus off in front of you, to infinity.
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The streaming torrents that on this extraordinary day rushed through me were so tremendous, so unforgettable, unique, that I thought -(I never stopped thinking) "A mountain, in spite of its lack of intelligence, a mountain with its cascades, its ravines, its streaming slopes would be in the same state I am in now, and better able to understand me than a man ..." - HENRI MICHAUX
This was to be my 5th attempt at a mescaline trip using San Pedro or Peruvian Torch cactus. All previous trips (cactus or otherwise) would fail to compare, like a candle flame compared to the sun.
Sure I have tripped before. Mushrooms, DXM and mescaline are all stored in my personal database of drugs used. I have felt and seen amazing things using these but there was nothing that could have prepared me for what I was about to experience. It was a Friday night and two of my good friends came over after work to join in on the fun. I had ordered a half pound of Peruvian Torch powder from an online supplier via e-bay. I also bought 200 "O" size empty capsules (they happened to be vegetable based instead of gelatin, if that matters for your diet) from our local grocery's health food and herbal section. We painstakingly packed all of the caps using straws cut to make a scooper, a tool I have seen previously used to scoop other drugs like coke or meth. It took a while and after discussing the length of the come up and trip, one of my friends decided to opt-out and headed home for the night. After capping all two-hundred pills we had a lot of powder left and went to the store to buy more caps. After packing a total of three-hundred pills, we divided the pile using a digital scale (because some of the caps were packed more densely than others) and started consuming the roughly one-hundred and fifty caps.
The math told us that we were ingesting fifty-five grams of powder each. Based on my previous trips I knew that it is very hard to judge how potent the cactus can be, and rather than be underwhelmed we decided this would be a good "strong" dose. Strong ended up being a keyword that night. It took me one and a half hours to eat all of my caps and my friend finished his about ten minutes faster than me. I knew that it takes about three hours for mescaline to kick in. Thirty minutes after the completion of capsules and I was already starting to feel different. That's when I got the feeling, "this is going to be big".
Blake and I were on the cactus while my roommate Doug was simply drunk, which nothing out of the ordinary for him. All three of us decided to watch tv and nature shows was suggested as a theme. The beautiful landscapes were amazing and shots of trees were swirling into themselves. I remember seeing faces embedded into the rock walls and thinking "this is the strongest visuals I have ever seen" - until what came later. After lots of pot and cigarette smoking it was getting late. Doug was on a mix of coffee and post-drunk yet somehow seemed to be feeding off our trip. He was somehow riding on our wavelength and both me and Blake got the feeling he was tripping with us. Doug even mentioned the next day he felt remembered feeling weird. Despite the energy transfer Doug eventually had to sleep.
I was really enjoying the imagery on the TV but I kept getting a sick feeling, like this is not right (that and stomach cramping from all that powder). I suggested we go upstairs and listen to music. Lying on my bed and listening to Boards of Canada, I realized the best TV in the house was the bedroom ceiling! It moved and swirled and changed colors to the beat of the music. I now know what synesthesia feels like, to truly see sounds with your eyes. Aside from the visuals there had been an incredible body high building up the entire night and when I closed my eyes it became more intense. While lying with my eyes closed I realized I could "let go" of everything. If I stopped thinking and more or less meditated (which I have no real experience with) I could let go of all my thoughts and feelings and become energy. That is when I was electrocuted.
It hit me like a sledge hammer. It was the single most real feeling in my entire life. A massive jolt of electricity shot through me, causing my vision to go from pitch black to pure white light. Somehow I remember feeling like I could actually touch it, or that something was touching me. It was like someone was trying to show me everything there is in existence, all in the blink of an eye. I had plugged into the universes' electrical outlet. I was no longer human and I was not made of matter - I simply existed as energy spread out across infinity, connected with everyone and everything, all at once. Mind you time had been incredibly warped all night and everything had been very slow, except for this flash of a moment when everything made perfect sense. It was so much to handle yet so amazing. Words will always fail when describing moments like this.
Blake had been watching the music on the ceiling as well. I tried to describe my shocking experience but words were very difficult at that point. He said he hadn't gone that far but was happy for me. I felt like he had been transferring energy into my trip and in someway I was robbing a part of his. He assured me he was happy to help. We talked a great length and had very therapeutic conversations. I remember crying at one point because it as so beautiful. We drank beer and coffee, smoked and vaporized lots of pot, smoking cigarettes and talking all night and the next day. I was overwhelmed with the feeling of being beside myself. It would last the entire rest of the day until 10 pm, exactly twenty-four hours after the beginning of the trip.
I have read many trip reports on mescaline and I have done lots of research on different methods but I have never read about anyone tripping for a full twenty-four hours like we did. Never at any point was it a bad trip and the only negative thing for me was stomach cramping and some constipation later, however Blake seemed to suffer less than me (I do have digestion issue's). The comedown was the smoothest ever. It was like going down a never ending escalator or like walking down stairs and every time you step down the stair plateaus off in front of you, to infinity.
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The streaming torrents that on this extraordinary day rushed through me were so tremendous, so unforgettable, unique, that I thought -(I never stopped thinking) "A mountain, in spite of its lack of intelligence, a mountain with its cascades, its ravines, its streaming slopes would be in the same state I am in now, and better able to understand me than a man ..." - HENRI MICHAUX
