FranLover
Long live the world in peace, prosperity, and free
Dose: 14" thick cutting of a T. Peruvianus, 3" of a thick T. Bridgesii + 3" of San Pedro. Of three tea cups one weak cup remained which I later threw out (how wasteful, I should have fed it to the Caapi plants and see if mescaline aids plant growth, argh!)
I consumed it at 1pm but could only take very little in. By 3PM I was high off mescaline, though I didnt fully realize it, so I made an error in judgment under the influence and orally consumed 5-10mg speed (meth/amph) thinking that this would shut down my stomach so that I could consume more mescaline tea. And this I did. By 5PM it was all on me and it was totally great. After a jog I took a swim and melted in the water. I was gone. Mind was travelling. Closed eyes visuals were all these triangles, all that stuff.
I was so hyped I ran 4 miles two times in the span of 5 hours. This I am sure contributed to the trip going downhill as too much energy might have been wasted. The other thing I did was play guitar all day, but that was good. By 10pm my pupils were enormous and things I looked at morphed and spiraled and when I looked at the moon I saw it in double. I laid down and listened to the Grateful Dead song a friend played and the command of a spaceship materialized around me and I started taking off. Ah! Familar scenery! It was just as intergalactic as DMT and it was so freaky. Real aliens like on DMT. I felt amazing and it just kept coming on.
At around 12 or 1AM I totallly crashed and lay in bed suffering from feelings of worthlesness. I understood it was a bad drug combination or maybe I dont like T. Peruvianus or I dont know. Your guess is as good as mine. In any case I was going to have to ride it out. For the first time ever I thought about going to the hospital and I even phoned someone at 4am to ask for a xanax. It was really bad! My brain was so messed up, I felt so messed up; the left side of my body was generating this crippling anxiety and it rushed up through me and gripped my heart. On manual breathing I just breathed it out.
I managed to sleep two hours.
The branch of psychology known as Transactional Analysis has this theory about human ego states.
I needed to go back to being OK, even though I totally understood how some like Sartre reported HPPD after mescaline, and the feeling that "the universe creates a bunch of useless stuff for no reason."
When I woke up at 7am I felt a little better, but broken. I procured to do all I could do to get over the sickness fast; I ate bread and drank milk even though I was nauseous, as well as bought vitamin C and had some. And the main thing is I had to manual breathe and be compeletley aware. If I let my mind wander the anxiety would come up. It was always there; all these terrible feelings. They were right next to my soul and I was keeping them at bay through awareness and breath.
I would have to learn to live with anxiety and this crippling fear. Maybe it was because of neurological damage due to toxicity, maybe having to suffer all night was so painful and traumatic that now I had some form of PTSD. Its all conjecture.
After 3 days with this crippling anxiety (I had to miss a day of work, and one of them go to work) I was feeling slighlty better but still terrible and thinking about maybe reaching out to a doctor. I had gone to the gym even though i didnt fee like it and that helped my mind and body. I laid down and watched two movies about jesus and cried while watching them. Even though I had all this pain I had felt so broken I had been unable to cry even though I knew I needed that catharsis. Tears of repentance and of love for god.
And then I sudenly was OK again. I smoked a joint and went to work. I've been OK ever since.
I think Mescaline is a medicine. I broke myself for a couple hours but it was through my ignorance. I still learned invaluable lessons. I now understand suffering a little better, awareness a little better, and this huge aprecciation for life. Just total sobriety is so amazing. You know the drift, its really a marvelous thing, existence and life. Its hard to express but a lot was learned, the heart oppened a little bit. Much more gentle...and a striving to be free from atachment. I threw away the speed pills and said bye bye to speed. During those three days I learned to love much more, to deeply feel for my family and for people. These are the things I brought back from suffering through an error in drug taking.
So yes, you can have a bad trip on Mescaline, it will lasts a long time and it will leave you with a bad stomach for some days.
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I consumed it at 1pm but could only take very little in. By 3PM I was high off mescaline, though I didnt fully realize it, so I made an error in judgment under the influence and orally consumed 5-10mg speed (meth/amph) thinking that this would shut down my stomach so that I could consume more mescaline tea. And this I did. By 5PM it was all on me and it was totally great. After a jog I took a swim and melted in the water. I was gone. Mind was travelling. Closed eyes visuals were all these triangles, all that stuff.
I was so hyped I ran 4 miles two times in the span of 5 hours. This I am sure contributed to the trip going downhill as too much energy might have been wasted. The other thing I did was play guitar all day, but that was good. By 10pm my pupils were enormous and things I looked at morphed and spiraled and when I looked at the moon I saw it in double. I laid down and listened to the Grateful Dead song a friend played and the command of a spaceship materialized around me and I started taking off. Ah! Familar scenery! It was just as intergalactic as DMT and it was so freaky. Real aliens like on DMT. I felt amazing and it just kept coming on.
At around 12 or 1AM I totallly crashed and lay in bed suffering from feelings of worthlesness. I understood it was a bad drug combination or maybe I dont like T. Peruvianus or I dont know. Your guess is as good as mine. In any case I was going to have to ride it out. For the first time ever I thought about going to the hospital and I even phoned someone at 4am to ask for a xanax. It was really bad! My brain was so messed up, I felt so messed up; the left side of my body was generating this crippling anxiety and it rushed up through me and gripped my heart. On manual breathing I just breathed it out.
I managed to sleep two hours.
The branch of psychology known as Transactional Analysis has this theory about human ego states.
The phrase I'm OK, You're OK is one of four "life positions" that each of us may take. The four positions are:
I'm Not OK, You're OK
I'm Not OK, You're Not OK
I'm OK, You're Not OK
I'm OK, You're OK
The most common position is I'm Not OK, You're OK. As children we see that adults are large, strong and competent and that we are little, weak and often make mistakes, so we conclude I'm Not OK, You're OK. Children who are abused may conclude I'm Not OK, You're Not OK or I'm OK, You're Not OK, but this is much less common. The emphasis of the book is helping people understand how their life position affects their communications (transactions) and relationships with practical examples.
I'm OK, You're OK continues by providing practical advice to begin decoding the physical and verbal clues required to analyze transactions. For example, Harris suggests signs that a person is in a Parent ego state can include the use of evaluative words that imply judgment based on an automatic, axiomatic and archaic value system: words like 'stupid, naughty, ridiculous, disgusting, should or ought' (though the latter can also be used in the Adult ego state).
I needed to go back to being OK, even though I totally understood how some like Sartre reported HPPD after mescaline, and the feeling that "the universe creates a bunch of useless stuff for no reason."
When I woke up at 7am I felt a little better, but broken. I procured to do all I could do to get over the sickness fast; I ate bread and drank milk even though I was nauseous, as well as bought vitamin C and had some. And the main thing is I had to manual breathe and be compeletley aware. If I let my mind wander the anxiety would come up. It was always there; all these terrible feelings. They were right next to my soul and I was keeping them at bay through awareness and breath.
I would have to learn to live with anxiety and this crippling fear. Maybe it was because of neurological damage due to toxicity, maybe having to suffer all night was so painful and traumatic that now I had some form of PTSD. Its all conjecture.
After 3 days with this crippling anxiety (I had to miss a day of work, and one of them go to work) I was feeling slighlty better but still terrible and thinking about maybe reaching out to a doctor. I had gone to the gym even though i didnt fee like it and that helped my mind and body. I laid down and watched two movies about jesus and cried while watching them. Even though I had all this pain I had felt so broken I had been unable to cry even though I knew I needed that catharsis. Tears of repentance and of love for god.
And then I sudenly was OK again. I smoked a joint and went to work. I've been OK ever since.
I think Mescaline is a medicine. I broke myself for a couple hours but it was through my ignorance. I still learned invaluable lessons. I now understand suffering a little better, awareness a little better, and this huge aprecciation for life. Just total sobriety is so amazing. You know the drift, its really a marvelous thing, existence and life. Its hard to express but a lot was learned, the heart oppened a little bit. Much more gentle...and a striving to be free from atachment. I threw away the speed pills and said bye bye to speed. During those three days I learned to love much more, to deeply feel for my family and for people. These are the things I brought back from suffering through an error in drug taking.
So yes, you can have a bad trip on Mescaline, it will lasts a long time and it will leave you with a bad stomach for some days.
[YOUTUBE]






