Let me preface this by saying that in no way would I encourage anyone who isn't experienced with antheogins to try any of my experaments. I am 43 years old, and I have experienced many diferent kinds of psychidelic
drugs such as mushrooms, LSD Mescaline, ex, morning Glory seeds, salvia divinorum, and probably a few I've forgotten, so I am no stranger to these experiences.
Here, I am going to present my most recent trip experience, since having happened only yesterday, is still fresh in my mind. I purchased 75 GM, (25 in one order, and 50 in a subsiquent one), and yesterday at around 12:00 P.M my wife and I divided the whole amount evenly between us. This stuff was dried, and kind of looked like tree bark. My wife said it was an army grenish grey. It was in hard little pieces. We tried to break the pieces in to smaller bits and just swallow them down, but this proved too dificult. I had to actually chew each piece at least once to get it small enough for me to swallow. Yuck!!!!!! I've never tasted anything so nasty. My wife chopped hers up, and smuthered it in pancake syrip, and then swallowed spoonfuls untill it was gone. It took us a half an hour to get 37.5 GM each in us.
It was about 2 hours before we felt any indicaters of antheogenic activity. At about 2:30 p.m, I noticed a slight change in perception. I must say here, in case my username didn't give it away, that I am totally blind from my birth, and have never seen anything except for light and darkness, (EXCEPT FOR HALUCINIGENIC EXPERIENCES), but the light in my livingroom seemed diferent to me. I decided that a pipe full of Mary Jane would help things along, which it certainly did. I had the feeling that I was dealing with something verry serious, and that I was going to learn something from this experience. By 3:30, it was getting more intense, and I thought I was peaking...I was wrong! The actual peak diddn't come untill about 5:00, when my wife asked me to turn the music off and put on the evening news. I stood up to turn on the TV, and it seemed like I had to walk 100 yards instead of only about 10 steps to where it was. When the news came on, it was like my mind wanted to break every story down and annalize it in a split second. There was a story about a man on trial for killing his infant daughter, and this seemed to really bug me. I mean it would normally, but my mind wouldn't leave it alone. I mentioned that I had taken mescaline before, but that experience was over 20 years ago, and I only vaigly remember what it was like. Also, that had been synthetic mescaline, and not organic. Both my wife and I began to experience ever increasing waves of intensity. We alternated between sweating, and being chilled. The ferocity of the peak was a bit frightening, but we rode it out. My wife said that she didn't particularly care for this experience. It is possible that the medication which she takes may have changed things a bit for her, but she said that between the nastiness of the taste, and the way it made her feel physically, she simply didn't care for the sacred cacti. Personally, I was enjoying the experience. As I said, it did spook me a little, but they all usually do, that is except for shrooms, which I find to bee a really fun mellow trip. The only down side to it, besides the taste, was a persistant nausia. I never threw up, but I think I'd have felt better if I could have done so.
As we were watching the weather, my wife said that the map on the TV was moving up and down. I was extremely surprised that I was still tripping balls at 8:00 p.m, which was a full 8 hours after having eaten the cactus. At around 10:00 p.m, my wife said that she was going to try to lay down, having taken her night meds. I, still tripping hard, said that I would come to bed as soon as I felt able to lay down. This did not happen untill 2:00 a.m. I came in to my little home recording studio where my computer is at around 11:00 to post a note here, and it was all I could do to type. The phone rang, and it scared the shit out of me. I have never had something take so long to hit, and last so long. Just when I thought it was letting off, I'd get another wave. I had to keep getting up and walking around, as there was a large lump in my stomach, which I couldn't dislodge. I tried to puke, but couldn't.
I finally went to bed around 2:00 still kind of trippy. When my wife and I awoke this morning, we both felt normal, but after my morning pipe I felt definit traces of mescaline still in my system, and so did she. However, by this afternoon, we were fine. In closing, I must say that I truly enjoyed this experience, and I will repeat it, but not with dried San Pedro. I will probably try the peruvian torch cactus, as I have heard that you don't need to eat as much. I must place a warning here! There is some information on erowid, that says you have to eat 100 GM of dried Trichosareus Pachanoi, (San Pedro), to get a 300 MG dose. I do not believe that this is the case. While I have no way of measuring the dosage, I feel quite certain that we got at least 300 MG, because they say that's the average dose, and I'm telling you we tripped balls. If some dummy tried to eat 100 GM of that stuff, I think they would not survive the experience, as that would be at least 3 times what we did. Hell even if that could be survived, I don't think I'd do it. I read somewhere that a good San Pedro dosage was considered to be an all day antheogenic lollypop, and I agree! Only for the experienced.