m.w.r.labs
The Solitary Alchemist
Setting: open-air mountain rave, ~2500m altitude
ROA: rectal (dissolved in water, ~5 ml total), retained
Dose: 500 mg of 98.7–98.8% pure mescaline sulfate (confirmed lab-grade)
Set: solo, sober, intention was observation
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I took the dose around noon, rectally, with the entire liquid volume retained for the full duration. The first hour felt almost inactive — I was calm, alone, waiting for the music to begin, smoking a few joints. A vague body sensation appeared, but nothing significant.
Around the 2-hour mark, I had to move my car, which was parked uphill — suddenly it wouldn’t idle anymore. I had to drive it down into a valley with no guarantee it’d make it back up. As I parked, the mescaline hit — hard. Visuals weren’t classic "hallucinations", but the world became completely liquified, like an oil painting drenched in water. Boundaries between objects dissolved. Everything pulsed.
A sort of paranoia hit. I was on a remote mountain, alone, the car failing, and waves of energy crashing in. I couldn't risk driving anymore — power steering loss on a winding descent could be dangerous in that state. So I sat in the car and smoked heavily: ~5–6 g of hashish and ~4–5 g of Nicotiana rustica. Eventually, the anxiety faded, replaced by a stimulant-like energy.
I went back to the dance floor for a couple of hours. The music felt inside me — not euphoric like MDMA, but resonating in my skull, like my bones were vibrating in tune. Very physical, very focused.
After dancing, I ate a sausage sandwich and went back to the car for more hash. The moment I left the dance area, the psychedelic field returned with full force. In the quiet, geometry exploded into my visual field — like what I tried to sketch below:
Everything became grey-toned, soft fractals layered over the world. I reclined in the driver's seat and... vanished. Not an ego death — more like a suspended consciousness. I was there, but no response to stimuli, just watching the geometric veil unfold on the car roof, for what felt like eternity.
At some point, a few people knocked on my window asking if I was okay. That "broke" the state. I began talking with them — they were using MDMA and coke, and offered me small lines (I accepted a few tiny amounts sprinkled on joints, maybe ~30 mg total across 3 joints). Nothing remarkable happened from that.
We talked until 10 PM — mostly about growing cannabis. Then back to the dancefloor. At this point, the effects were different: mentally alert but physically drained, like a stimulant come-down. Still enjoyable, but heavy on the body. I danced till 2 AM, then collapsed in the car and slept a couple hours.
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Reflections
The rectal ROA worked perfectly. No nausea at all. Come-up was slow but intense, with zero vomiting or cramps.
The bodyload is real — not painful, just heavy, dense, like a gravitational pull inward.
No true ego death, but a suspended self, passive and quiet. Unlike DMT, LSD, or mushrooms — mescaline here felt like full presence without reaction.
Setting plays a massive role. In noise: stimulating. In silence: highly psychedelic.
This was my first mescaline experience ever.
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Would definitely repeat in a calmer setting. The compound has huge potential, but it demands respect and preparation. A mountain rave wasn't ideal — but it taught me a lot.
— ERRI —
(The Solitary Alchemist)
ROA: rectal (dissolved in water, ~5 ml total), retained
Dose: 500 mg of 98.7–98.8% pure mescaline sulfate (confirmed lab-grade)
Set: solo, sober, intention was observation
---
I took the dose around noon, rectally, with the entire liquid volume retained for the full duration. The first hour felt almost inactive — I was calm, alone, waiting for the music to begin, smoking a few joints. A vague body sensation appeared, but nothing significant.
Around the 2-hour mark, I had to move my car, which was parked uphill — suddenly it wouldn’t idle anymore. I had to drive it down into a valley with no guarantee it’d make it back up. As I parked, the mescaline hit — hard. Visuals weren’t classic "hallucinations", but the world became completely liquified, like an oil painting drenched in water. Boundaries between objects dissolved. Everything pulsed.
A sort of paranoia hit. I was on a remote mountain, alone, the car failing, and waves of energy crashing in. I couldn't risk driving anymore — power steering loss on a winding descent could be dangerous in that state. So I sat in the car and smoked heavily: ~5–6 g of hashish and ~4–5 g of Nicotiana rustica. Eventually, the anxiety faded, replaced by a stimulant-like energy.
I went back to the dance floor for a couple of hours. The music felt inside me — not euphoric like MDMA, but resonating in my skull, like my bones were vibrating in tune. Very physical, very focused.
After dancing, I ate a sausage sandwich and went back to the car for more hash. The moment I left the dance area, the psychedelic field returned with full force. In the quiet, geometry exploded into my visual field — like what I tried to sketch below:
Everything became grey-toned, soft fractals layered over the world. I reclined in the driver's seat and... vanished. Not an ego death — more like a suspended consciousness. I was there, but no response to stimuli, just watching the geometric veil unfold on the car roof, for what felt like eternity.
At some point, a few people knocked on my window asking if I was okay. That "broke" the state. I began talking with them — they were using MDMA and coke, and offered me small lines (I accepted a few tiny amounts sprinkled on joints, maybe ~30 mg total across 3 joints). Nothing remarkable happened from that.
We talked until 10 PM — mostly about growing cannabis. Then back to the dancefloor. At this point, the effects were different: mentally alert but physically drained, like a stimulant come-down. Still enjoyable, but heavy on the body. I danced till 2 AM, then collapsed in the car and slept a couple hours.
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Reflections
The rectal ROA worked perfectly. No nausea at all. Come-up was slow but intense, with zero vomiting or cramps.
The bodyload is real — not painful, just heavy, dense, like a gravitational pull inward.
No true ego death, but a suspended self, passive and quiet. Unlike DMT, LSD, or mushrooms — mescaline here felt like full presence without reaction.
Setting plays a massive role. In noise: stimulating. In silence: highly psychedelic.
This was my first mescaline experience ever.
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Would definitely repeat in a calmer setting. The compound has huge potential, but it demands respect and preparation. A mountain rave wasn't ideal — but it taught me a lot.
— ERRI —
(The Solitary Alchemist)
Thanks for the advice, are much appreciated