Ez
"Love is the medicine."
It occurs to me that not much has been written about Trichocereus Bridgesii. I have recently had the good fortune of running across these marvelous specimens and would like to share a little of what I have discovered.
We shall begin by saying that I have been interested in anything psychedelic from the time I was 15. I have tripped numerous times on LSD, mushrooms from all over, ecstasy, and a couple other randoms as well. I learned about the San Pedro about ten years ago when I began experimenting with mycology. After a lot of reading I felt that the alkaloid content was too unreliable to bother with, so I put San Pedro and friends out of mind for many years. Though, after coming across a lot of garbage doses recently I decided the best way to get something done is to do it yourself. I ended up on eBay where I purchased four 12 inch cuttings of T. bridgesii. They came in a matter of days and to my delight there was an extra package of four (someone knows how to get a repeat custy!).
And so began, my love for cacti. I started out by slicing up two of my cuttings and then boiling the cuttings in a pot for approximately four hours. I then strained the water through an old t-shirt and squeezed it out as much as possible.
That afternoon a friend came over and I offered him a cup. I did not know what to expect or what we were in for. We both downed our warm cups of tea, which had the consistency of snot. The taste was bitter, but the texture is what really made it difficult. I had read that one should spread out the ingestion of their tea over 30 to 40 minutes, but I knew that this would not be possible so I chugged it down and chased it with an ice cold can of Dew. Within fifteen minutes I could feel the first noticeable effects. We walked to the gas station and stocked up on smokes and then started walking back. Within thirty minutes I was laughing for no particular reason. I could sense that this was going to be an epic trip, but I still had no idea what to expect. We finally made it back to the apartment and were listening to music when I noticed that the walls were moving and kind of melting. I remember seeing things and thinking what the heck? Did I just see that?
After about an hour and a half I closed my eyes and had a vision of a skull being split open by a battle axe. Blood flew everywhere and I became slightly concerned. In retrospect, I think that the vision was an excellent metaphor for what was going to happen; the skull being my mind, and the battle axe being the mescaline. My mind was split open and what poured out was practically indescribable. We tripped hard and laughed almost constantly. I was also made aware of a female presence. It’s funny, because I was left with the impression that she has always been and will always be. She has provided me with great insight and I am still fully aware of her presence.
I think the most beautiful part of the journey aside from the amazing open and closed eye visuals along intense feelings of euphoria, was the way that the mescaline hits you. It comes in waves gradually becoming more and more intense. I was eased into a trip that would probably push the limits of most people.
All in all it was an amazing journey. We tripped for 12 or 13 hours before my mind calmed down enough to allow me to sleep. Unfortunately I had to work early and ended up just going straight to work.
We shall begin by saying that I have been interested in anything psychedelic from the time I was 15. I have tripped numerous times on LSD, mushrooms from all over, ecstasy, and a couple other randoms as well. I learned about the San Pedro about ten years ago when I began experimenting with mycology. After a lot of reading I felt that the alkaloid content was too unreliable to bother with, so I put San Pedro and friends out of mind for many years. Though, after coming across a lot of garbage doses recently I decided the best way to get something done is to do it yourself. I ended up on eBay where I purchased four 12 inch cuttings of T. bridgesii. They came in a matter of days and to my delight there was an extra package of four (someone knows how to get a repeat custy!).
And so began, my love for cacti. I started out by slicing up two of my cuttings and then boiling the cuttings in a pot for approximately four hours. I then strained the water through an old t-shirt and squeezed it out as much as possible.
That afternoon a friend came over and I offered him a cup. I did not know what to expect or what we were in for. We both downed our warm cups of tea, which had the consistency of snot. The taste was bitter, but the texture is what really made it difficult. I had read that one should spread out the ingestion of their tea over 30 to 40 minutes, but I knew that this would not be possible so I chugged it down and chased it with an ice cold can of Dew. Within fifteen minutes I could feel the first noticeable effects. We walked to the gas station and stocked up on smokes and then started walking back. Within thirty minutes I was laughing for no particular reason. I could sense that this was going to be an epic trip, but I still had no idea what to expect. We finally made it back to the apartment and were listening to music when I noticed that the walls were moving and kind of melting. I remember seeing things and thinking what the heck? Did I just see that?
After about an hour and a half I closed my eyes and had a vision of a skull being split open by a battle axe. Blood flew everywhere and I became slightly concerned. In retrospect, I think that the vision was an excellent metaphor for what was going to happen; the skull being my mind, and the battle axe being the mescaline. My mind was split open and what poured out was practically indescribable. We tripped hard and laughed almost constantly. I was also made aware of a female presence. It’s funny, because I was left with the impression that she has always been and will always be. She has provided me with great insight and I am still fully aware of her presence.
I think the most beautiful part of the journey aside from the amazing open and closed eye visuals along intense feelings of euphoria, was the way that the mescaline hits you. It comes in waves gradually becoming more and more intense. I was eased into a trip that would probably push the limits of most people.
All in all it was an amazing journey. We tripped for 12 or 13 hours before my mind calmed down enough to allow me to sleep. Unfortunately I had to work early and ended up just going straight to work.
