Trichocereus Peruvianus

Moldy cactus

were do I start. Iíve never written about any of my drug experiences so I felt now was as good a time as any to do so. For the past two years Iíve been very interested in hallucinogens. This interest led me to a fascination with psychoactive fungi and cacti. I consider myself an avid pot smoker, along with other various drugs including DXM and some amphetamines. But for some reason I always steer toward hallucinogens. I believe these are the most pleasurable and unpredictable drugs. For these reasons, I along with most of my friends enjoy these drugs on top of most others for recreational use. a month ago I was feeling like going on an adventure. I decided to go into my backyard and look at my Trichocereus collection. Since I had cut down my half dozen san pedro cactus I was left with my only other option. My trichocereus peruvianus. This cactus is much harder to get than san pedro so I was hoping it wouldnít disappoint me. This cactus is much larger has longer spines, and the skin has a more bluish tint than that of san pedro, (far more bitter, probably due to the higher mescaline content). Other than those factors it looks just like san pedro. So I cut down around a foot of the Cactus, watching the green goo drip from my knife blade I wondered how on earth the Indians could eat peyote which is said to taste worse. All my san pedro trips were rather timid. Two feet of cactus produced nothing more than a nice amphetamine like high along with a few, very few visuals. This isnít bad by any means, I just wanted to see how high this little cactus could take me. I spent the rest of the day cutting the spiny pads off of the cactus. I ripped into the flesh at the base of the pad and tore it out, very painful to my fingernails. I spent the next two hours ripping that horrible plastic covering off the cactus, once again using the same fingernails used on the pads. When I finished my fingernails had green slug jammed a quarter of the way up to the where they began, it was awful. So than I had to eat the stuff after I cut all the green tissue off. I had a bowl of sludgy gunk. This stuff tasted awful, smelled awful, and looked awful. I said screw it. There was no way I could eat anything worse than san pedro. So I put it in the closet. Well if you managed to read up to this point Iím shocked. Who on earth would read half a page of this junk right. Sorry. Most people could care less what I have to say. So anyway I had just gotten back from a trip and feeling rather drained. I though hay, my cactus is probably dried up by now Iíll just swallow a few grams at a time with my coke and thatíll be that. So I go to the closet and find a bowl of black goo with reddish tin spots on it along with white fury stuff growing all throughout the bowl. So I said screw it if I die I die. I put the stuff in the oven for 10 minutes then took it out. Most of the white fungi was burned off but some still remained. I just said the hell with it and ate. The next hour was spent lying on the couch sick. Every time I took a bite I had to eat three candies to mask the taste of the stuff, just so I could swallow it. This was followed by lots of coke. After I ate the stuff, around 20 to 25 grams (partially dried) I had eaten 25 candies, drunken a two litter bottle of coke, and had an extremely sick feeling in my stomach. Normally I can eat a foot of san pedro practically like a cucumber, but this stuff was horrible, the worst taste you can possibly imagine. But due to my strong stomach I managed to hold off from making a trip to the toilet. So after nearly an hour and a half of might and magic 6 the trip began. The nausea had died down to a minimum so I sat back and continued playing. Every time on a san pedro trip my legs really feel awful like someone took a hammer and smashed it against both my humerusís. I think this is due to the strychnine some of the places put in their growing foods that grow the cactus. This wasnít the case with the peruvian cactus. But anyway I was sitting down playing the game when the speaker started to ripple from the corner of my eye. As soon as I glanced at the speaker it stopped and the other speaker started waving. I looked at the other and it two stopped. My speakers are on the opposite side of my computer so you can see both of them at once. This was when it all started to come in. I turned off my computer and went downstairs for some water, so I went to the kitchen. When I picked up the cup it felt like my hand had shifted into the sides. It felt like the water was coming out of my hand through my veins, than out the pores. I wonder what it would be like to feel every blood vessel in you body flow with blood, imagine. I than proceeded to get a candy bar from the cookie jar. The jar has a little dwarf on it standing on a tree stump. I could have sworn the entire time he was starring at me when I lifted him up to get a candy bar, the jar was not a hallucination. I took the candy bar and then ate it. I donít know how but as soon as I bit into that candy bar I felt like I had bitten my tongue off. I could almost feel it, except it wasnít pain, it was pleasure. I knew my tongue was there but It felt like it wasnít. I continued to ponder how this could be happening to my tongue when I stumbled outside. My father asked me to take a walk with him, so I agreed. I was walking rather odd and I think my father knew what was happening because I kept gazing into space. I felt so good being outside in the warm air gazing at the stars. The stars produced little flickers of light that came and went and bounced around my hands. When the first car came on the street, I swear I could have jumped out in front of it and cared less. So I turned around realizing this noticing the intensity of the trip starting to magnify. I went inside and went strait to my room. The next few hours were spent without explanation. Imagine your in a room that is there but than again it isnít could it be there or are you thinking up your entire consciousness. Could this drug be a doorway to breaking free from Gods perfect world, a world where humans are connected. When I was in that room I felt literally like the drug took me out of the connection out of the conscious connection that I was aligned in. I was free from the world of pain, suffering, It was my world. This world I saw gazing at the ceiling without even seeing this world I was there, I was there. I was there not just mentally but spiritually. I felt like the floor was sucking through every pore of my body and pulling me down. I felt extremely good, my testicles felt great, my attitude felt great, my soul felt great. The hallucinations I wasnít paying attention to as much as this world I was conceiving in my mind. But when I did look at the visuals they always changed yet they remained the same. I think mescaline is a defense against animals to eat it, that is why the plant makes it. When Iím under the effects of mescaline the visuals felt like a spider type feel, like I was the prey. There arenít a lot of large scale visuals, rather a large scale of small visuals. These visuals at the peak engulfed my entire room. Everywhere I looked in the dark all I could see was little sparkles, dots, and flickers of reds, yellows, and blues. If I were to close my eyes the visuals would brighten and expand, if I opened them they reduced but still retained their structure. I noticed a lot of cobweb visuals, I felt like a fly in a web but the spider had no authority to come get me. I never saw any of this but this is as close as words can describe it. At different points of the peak, roughly 6-8 hours in, I did see some large scale visuals that really stuck out. I noticed these large ball-like structures that would materialize from the smaller visuals around them. These would come about 1 foot from my face than head back to their point of origin and re-decrystalize into the mass of other little visuals. The balls almost looked like several little sausage type ovals that all connected to form a distorted peace sign in the middle that constantly flickered mainly green, yellow, red, and blue colors. Those balls were the most vivid visuals Iíve ever experienced under the influence of mescaline. Iíve never seen little elves, goats, or any of those types of visuals. If youíve ever seen any demons or elves send me some of the stuff, Iíd like to try it. Iíve done everything from 1,200 mg (weight 155)DXM to DMT extract from acacia(very easy, unfortunately not for me), and Iíve never seen any of these things these people talk about. Iíd sure like to but I donít think I will. The closest I have come is on this trip. One thing I recall is that with all other hallucinogens Iíve tried you donít see things but you feel their presence. This occurred almost every time I was alone in the dark, in my big spooky house, walking up the stairs. I was sure there was something chasing me up the stairs with a knife and its only intent, to stab me in the back. But every time I turned around I couldnít catch the thing in time. Itís as if you know something or someone is their but every time you turn, they turn with you. That was mainly the only time I ever came close to a bad trip. After the peak was over which by this time I had spent the entire peak in one place, one position for quite some time, I started to get a head rush. This wasnít a good rush but a sick cactus rush. My brain and stomach must have been in shock from being exposed to that horrible sludgy black pulp. Could that furry white stuff have been poisonous? Am I going to die? These questions shortly arose after the rush came. All I could do was sit around and battle out the mind numbing headache for the next few hours. I was still feeling the effects after 10 hours, by this time I wanted it to wear off (mainly the sick feeling in my head). This feeling continued until the effects wore off around 12 hours, similar to acid only in the amount of time they both last. This drug is much different than either LSD or psilocyben. LSD has the anxiety, paranoia, slurred retarded like speech, and other bad factors. Psilocyben on the other hand doesnít last long enough. My only real problem with these two drugs is the peak is to short. With mescaline you can expect at least a 3 hour peak. 3 hours of more relaxing, and spiritual fulfillment than the other two. If I didnít have to go through a whole day to prepare one dose I might enjoy it more than acid or shrooms. It just has that body rush, stimulating amphetamine like quality that sets it apart. For all I know this could all be in my head. Than again so could everything else in life. Overall this wasnít my best peruvianus trip but I plan to have an ultimate trip when I eat a 2 foot long piece or even more. Mescaline is a different drug from the rest and I respect it and what it has given me. But this drug is definitely not for everyone. You need a strong stomach and a strong state of mind.

Created 8/14/2000 15:16:23
Modified 8/14/2000 15:16:23

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