Hi everyone,
I know I'm on the DMT Nexus Forum here, but since I found references to mescaline extraction (Kash's A/B mescaline extraction), and I just love mescaline, I thought it would be nice to both share my experiences and learn more about this wonderful alkaloid.
So first, How did I get into all of this?
My first mescaline experience goes back to 2013, twelve years ago, when I was 48. Before that I'd been a pothead for a long time (started when I was about 17, stopped when I got married at the age of 35). And even before that, when I was very young, I'd already discovered ether (not good for your health!) and sniffing toiler freshener put me in an altered state of consciousness. Enough said, suffice it to say I just love exploring other states of being.
I had a brief brush with cocaïne which propelled me into an aggressive addiction that emptied my bank account in no time. Then, at a moment when I was out of cocaine, weed and money, someone offered me a bag of mushrooms. I had my first psylocibin trip and lo and behold! The cocaine addiction disappeared overnight!. I then experimented with huge amounts of shrooms until one evening, everything just feel into place. Suddenly, my life, who I was, why I was who I was, how I’d become who I was, even a peek at the divine nature of reality. It all became crystal clear in an instant. Like a supersaturated salt solution into which you drop a tiny seed and in the blink of an eye, all these beautiful structures appear.
I meditated for a long time, but gave up. A daily practice, it requires a lot of discipline. I did achieve some results, emptying my mind completely for 30 minutes or so. It's a bit like training for a marathon; you just have to do it very day, don't think about the end goal too much but simply keep it up. The results will come by themselves.
I learned to meditate in yoga philosophy classes, given by a western teacher who was considered an authority (Indian yogi's would come and take lessons from him) in yoga. In these classes (Satsangs), he would discuss Patanjali's Sutra's, but also would digress often into western philosophy, parallels with Christian mysticism, quantum science and - yes - even psychedelics.
Other than that: Very strong interest in science early on (I ended up studying biochemistry) and the BIG questions. I remember I felt queasy after watching a Star Trek episode where they went to the edge of the universe (at least that's what I remember). I then started thinking of what would be beyond the edge of the universe and felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Despite studying biochemistry, I ended up working in IT, earning good money, despite a persistent cannabis habit and the occasional mescaline trip
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So bit of a long intro: My main goal is to perfect mescaline extraction from San Pedro tea because I've tried it twice now, and I do have some issues and questions.
But to finish off this introduction, allow me to briefly describe one of my 17 mescaline trips so far that really knocked me of my socks. It was my second experience.
Reality broken.
The first time came about because I'd received a reference to a post from someone I knew; something about life after death, but in there was a link to a book about San Pedro: Ross Heaven's The Hummingbirds Journey To God. Intrigued, I bought an 80cm cutting of Trichocereus Pachanoi, prepared a traditional San Pedro tea and that ended up being a medium strength experience. After which I was determined to go 'one step up' as it were.
So I bought well over double the amount I had the first time. 190 cm of cactus. I set out in the evening trying to get the skin off along with the spines, and ended up at four in the morning, with sore hands, raw cuts all over my fingers, flesh under nails that had been cut by cactus skin as I tried to peel it off, and very tired. I chopped up what I had and put it in the freezer.
The next day, after only a few hours of sleep, I started preparing the cactus. I got the chunks out of the freezer and sent them through a juicer with a bit of water. The result was a big bowl of light green - almost fluorescent snot with a layer of foam on top. The rest was still in the juicer. I tried to filter it through a sieve, a colander, but that didn't really work. The filtered stuff looked absolutely disgusting. It had bits of skin and white cactus core floating in a light green mucous type of consistency. I decided to give up on the filtering and managed to get a bowl-full of green snot that didn't have any skin, spines or other pieces of cactus.
With the help of some tangerine juice, I ingested the bowl I’d managed to filter out, and set about collecting the rest, clean up the mess I’d made of the kitchen top by now (in the midst of having to feed my three cats), and got a large pan out for the boil, filter and straining technique. I also had a large cup of very, very strong coffee, straight after that, because I’d read that caffeine further potentiates the mescaline. So, after a rather stressful phase last night, the preparation had become a bit of a disaster as well.
Needless to say, the boiling took me over three hours to complete, and by that time the effects of my first bowl of ‘raw’ mescaline were full on. It does come on quicker, and results in a more crisp and sharp experience, so it is in my opinion a superior method. One just needs to find a way to filter it more effectively, and be able to eat it all, because it is truly disgusting.
By the time I decided I was ready to strain the boiled cactus solution, I was well into the effects of the first lot I’d ingested, actually feeling higher than I did on my first attempt a couple of months ago. And I’d only had maybe a quarter or less of what I had in terms of cactus quantity!
I ended up with about 500 ml of 'tea', which I drank very quickly.
I keep notes when I trip, and after the entry where I drink the liquid there is nothing except for 14 hours after that, which was the point at which time I was capable of starting to put some reflections on paper. The whole trip lasted well over 24 hours.
This is sort of how it felt: At one point, and this was still part of the first ingested lot, things became completely disconnected, in every conceivable manner:
A “what the fuck did I do to myself!” feeling washed over me, and it felt as if I might never return to normal. At one point, I felt some kind of pull from, some kind of presence of something very powerful and frightening. In retrospect, I think it was call to fully let go and dissolve. I did not dare.
Three things made me come out in one piece. I guess the only other route I could have taken was complete surrender, which was a lot more terrifying than I thought the surrender into the divine unity would be. In fact, it presented an existential terror I’ve never felt before.
Something peculiar I remarked was an indescribable notion/feeling/thought that I recognized as exactly the same as something that would occur in my mushroom trips so long ago. Eerie to “recognize” a psychedelic feeling from a totally different substance, and from 15 years ago!
I tried going to bed, but ended up just trying to relax, control my breathing. I had a kind of vision of something that looked like a cosmic airport, with lights blinking all over the place. Kind of like a “Reality Command Centre”. Beings/people were sliding long bars with lights on them in and out of machines, probably as they were trying to fix reality for me. I can’t recall if it was me that broke reality or them or my cats. All I know it was thoroughly messed up.
I went for a walk about 26 into it, still tripping. The walk was nice and I was hoping the clean air and the exercise would coax my metabolism into dispensing with whatever remnants of the mescaline were still floating in my brain. No luck though. The walk led me to the park. It was a beautiful, crisp morning with a bright sun set in a blue sky with wispy clouds. Looking at the buildings around me, reality still felt like a cosmic air traffic incident gone horribly wrong, it was still not right and I was still trying to find a way to fix it, although not as dramatically as the previous night.
I stopped in front of a tree with dazzlingly bright yellow leaves, looking as the sun lit the leaves from behind it and cried. I felt so lucky to be alive, so grateful that I was sane again, so awestruck at the beauty of reality and the gift of life.
The next day, I went to work, and still my head was not feeling the same as the Friday evening before I’d started. But at work, I was able to function efficiently, and all my angst had actually disappeared! It seemed I coped a lot better than before the weekend. It felt like I had returned to a different reality though, it just was not the same as before, but not in a bad way, just different, and actually more real, more alive.
The rest of the week, I continued to feel light-headed and had no trouble at work or have any panic attacks. My meditations were deeper and calmer than before.
Conclusion:
It is this experience that makes me want to:
Hence: Mescaline extraction!
Psychedelic greeting!
I know I'm on the DMT Nexus Forum here, but since I found references to mescaline extraction (Kash's A/B mescaline extraction), and I just love mescaline, I thought it would be nice to both share my experiences and learn more about this wonderful alkaloid.
So first, How did I get into all of this?
My first mescaline experience goes back to 2013, twelve years ago, when I was 48. Before that I'd been a pothead for a long time (started when I was about 17, stopped when I got married at the age of 35). And even before that, when I was very young, I'd already discovered ether (not good for your health!) and sniffing toiler freshener put me in an altered state of consciousness. Enough said, suffice it to say I just love exploring other states of being.
I had a brief brush with cocaïne which propelled me into an aggressive addiction that emptied my bank account in no time. Then, at a moment when I was out of cocaine, weed and money, someone offered me a bag of mushrooms. I had my first psylocibin trip and lo and behold! The cocaine addiction disappeared overnight!. I then experimented with huge amounts of shrooms until one evening, everything just feel into place. Suddenly, my life, who I was, why I was who I was, how I’d become who I was, even a peek at the divine nature of reality. It all became crystal clear in an instant. Like a supersaturated salt solution into which you drop a tiny seed and in the blink of an eye, all these beautiful structures appear.
I meditated for a long time, but gave up. A daily practice, it requires a lot of discipline. I did achieve some results, emptying my mind completely for 30 minutes or so. It's a bit like training for a marathon; you just have to do it very day, don't think about the end goal too much but simply keep it up. The results will come by themselves.
I learned to meditate in yoga philosophy classes, given by a western teacher who was considered an authority (Indian yogi's would come and take lessons from him) in yoga. In these classes (Satsangs), he would discuss Patanjali's Sutra's, but also would digress often into western philosophy, parallels with Christian mysticism, quantum science and - yes - even psychedelics.
Other than that: Very strong interest in science early on (I ended up studying biochemistry) and the BIG questions. I remember I felt queasy after watching a Star Trek episode where they went to the edge of the universe (at least that's what I remember). I then started thinking of what would be beyond the edge of the universe and felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Despite studying biochemistry, I ended up working in IT, earning good money, despite a persistent cannabis habit and the occasional mescaline trip
.So bit of a long intro: My main goal is to perfect mescaline extraction from San Pedro tea because I've tried it twice now, and I do have some issues and questions.
But to finish off this introduction, allow me to briefly describe one of my 17 mescaline trips so far that really knocked me of my socks. It was my second experience.
Reality broken.
The first time came about because I'd received a reference to a post from someone I knew; something about life after death, but in there was a link to a book about San Pedro: Ross Heaven's The Hummingbirds Journey To God. Intrigued, I bought an 80cm cutting of Trichocereus Pachanoi, prepared a traditional San Pedro tea and that ended up being a medium strength experience. After which I was determined to go 'one step up' as it were.
So I bought well over double the amount I had the first time. 190 cm of cactus. I set out in the evening trying to get the skin off along with the spines, and ended up at four in the morning, with sore hands, raw cuts all over my fingers, flesh under nails that had been cut by cactus skin as I tried to peel it off, and very tired. I chopped up what I had and put it in the freezer.
The next day, after only a few hours of sleep, I started preparing the cactus. I got the chunks out of the freezer and sent them through a juicer with a bit of water. The result was a big bowl of light green - almost fluorescent snot with a layer of foam on top. The rest was still in the juicer. I tried to filter it through a sieve, a colander, but that didn't really work. The filtered stuff looked absolutely disgusting. It had bits of skin and white cactus core floating in a light green mucous type of consistency. I decided to give up on the filtering and managed to get a bowl-full of green snot that didn't have any skin, spines or other pieces of cactus.
With the help of some tangerine juice, I ingested the bowl I’d managed to filter out, and set about collecting the rest, clean up the mess I’d made of the kitchen top by now (in the midst of having to feed my three cats), and got a large pan out for the boil, filter and straining technique. I also had a large cup of very, very strong coffee, straight after that, because I’d read that caffeine further potentiates the mescaline. So, after a rather stressful phase last night, the preparation had become a bit of a disaster as well.
Needless to say, the boiling took me over three hours to complete, and by that time the effects of my first bowl of ‘raw’ mescaline were full on. It does come on quicker, and results in a more crisp and sharp experience, so it is in my opinion a superior method. One just needs to find a way to filter it more effectively, and be able to eat it all, because it is truly disgusting.
By the time I decided I was ready to strain the boiled cactus solution, I was well into the effects of the first lot I’d ingested, actually feeling higher than I did on my first attempt a couple of months ago. And I’d only had maybe a quarter or less of what I had in terms of cactus quantity!
I ended up with about 500 ml of 'tea', which I drank very quickly.
I keep notes when I trip, and after the entry where I drink the liquid there is nothing except for 14 hours after that, which was the point at which time I was capable of starting to put some reflections on paper. The whole trip lasted well over 24 hours.
This is sort of how it felt: At one point, and this was still part of the first ingested lot, things became completely disconnected, in every conceivable manner:
- Semantically: Impossible sentence constructions with impossible words went through my head.
- Chronologically: It felt as if things happened in a completely fragmented way and sequences of events appeared to just exist and be experienced as single, unconnected frames; I’d remember things that hadn’t happened yet and things that had happened earlier felt as if I I’d never experienced them.
- And as a consequence, ontologically: Reality literally came apart, and I must admit I feared for my sanity at this point. Up was left, down was sideways, before was during and after was never.
A “what the fuck did I do to myself!” feeling washed over me, and it felt as if I might never return to normal. At one point, I felt some kind of pull from, some kind of presence of something very powerful and frightening. In retrospect, I think it was call to fully let go and dissolve. I did not dare.
Three things made me come out in one piece. I guess the only other route I could have taken was complete surrender, which was a lot more terrifying than I thought the surrender into the divine unity would be. In fact, it presented an existential terror I’ve never felt before.
- There was something playful, mischievous about the whole thing. It felt everything had become completely jumbled up in a very intricate, almost technological way, and it was just going to be my mission to ‘fix’ it all (Thereby actually putting reality back together from scraps of existential unconnected fragments). Fortunately, this playfulness seemed to be part of the first ‘raw’ dose I’d ingested and this theme continued into the rather dramatic second phase, where I must have ingested a lot more mescaline than I’d bargained for, and when reality literally came apart
- Raw instinct of survival. The feeling of everything being broken at the fundamental level of the fabric of how I normally construct my ordinary reality was frightening, but I was going to fix it and figure out a way back. That feeling was there from the start
- My three cats. Luckily, the mischievous nature of the middle of the lot, Casper, and the innocent – I just stumbled into this thing – way of the youngest, Milo, along with the needy, relentless cries for attention of the oldest, Trixie all put things in perspective a bit, and kept pulling me back to some kind of responsibility, this thing that I had to do, as I gasped for ontological breath, trying to put reality back in order.
Something peculiar I remarked was an indescribable notion/feeling/thought that I recognized as exactly the same as something that would occur in my mushroom trips so long ago. Eerie to “recognize” a psychedelic feeling from a totally different substance, and from 15 years ago!
I tried going to bed, but ended up just trying to relax, control my breathing. I had a kind of vision of something that looked like a cosmic airport, with lights blinking all over the place. Kind of like a “Reality Command Centre”. Beings/people were sliding long bars with lights on them in and out of machines, probably as they were trying to fix reality for me. I can’t recall if it was me that broke reality or them or my cats. All I know it was thoroughly messed up.
I went for a walk about 26 into it, still tripping. The walk was nice and I was hoping the clean air and the exercise would coax my metabolism into dispensing with whatever remnants of the mescaline were still floating in my brain. No luck though. The walk led me to the park. It was a beautiful, crisp morning with a bright sun set in a blue sky with wispy clouds. Looking at the buildings around me, reality still felt like a cosmic air traffic incident gone horribly wrong, it was still not right and I was still trying to find a way to fix it, although not as dramatically as the previous night.
I stopped in front of a tree with dazzlingly bright yellow leaves, looking as the sun lit the leaves from behind it and cried. I felt so lucky to be alive, so grateful that I was sane again, so awestruck at the beauty of reality and the gift of life.
The next day, I went to work, and still my head was not feeling the same as the Friday evening before I’d started. But at work, I was able to function efficiently, and all my angst had actually disappeared! It seemed I coped a lot better than before the weekend. It felt like I had returned to a different reality though, it just was not the same as before, but not in a bad way, just different, and actually more real, more alive.
The rest of the week, I continued to feel light-headed and had no trouble at work or have any panic attacks. My meditations were deeper and calmer than before.
Conclusion:
It is this experience that makes me want to:
- Measure my dose more precisely.
- Find a way to not have to drink disgusting snot or San Pedro tea. It truly is foul.
Hence: Mescaline extraction!
Psychedelic greeting!
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. I see I’m really going to have to invest some time and effort into keeping a nursery of cuttings to have some references. 
