DOSE:
250 mg
oral
Mescaline
(liquid)
BODY WEIGHT:
140 lb
Mescaline was never a drug I had considered trying before. It had never been on my radar, had never been easily accessible. My friend J, who I�ve had several psychedelic adventures with, loves mescaline, and happened to come across some and offered me the opportunity to try it with him. Always interested in exploring new places and new substances, I of course agreed.
J and I traveled to an amazing little wilderness area a few hours outside of the city I live in, a place with substantial physical and emotional separation from my everyday life. Our mutual friend S came with us, and we backpacked a few miles into the woods and stayed the night in a nice pine forest right on the edge of a big marshy grassland. I really enjoyed the idea of staying right on the edge of the forest, and unbeknownst to me this transition between the trees and the meadow would play a large part of my trip the following day.
I got an amazing amount of sleep the night before, and woke up to find myself alone in the tent, the sun already fairly high in the sky. I wandered around the woods a bit before I found J and S, who had discovered a nearby creek and a great little place to make basecamp for the day. I followed them through the marshy grassland, which was covered in huge patches of thick moss, to a big flat rock in the middle of the creek. We were right next to the meadow, but we were only about 10 feet away from the edge of the forest. We mixed up 500 mg of pure white mescaline powder into some water, and J and I each drank half of the liquid, chasing it down with a generous amount of orange juice.
I always enjoy waiting for the come up, and I was curious how mescaline would be different than mushrooms, which I have done maybe half a dozen times. We took off our shoes and shirts and enjoyed the warm sun, and started to walk around in the calf-deep water. After maybe half an hour I started to feel slight changes in my perception. The water and trees and sky were already incredibly deep and pure in color, so the perception changes had more to do with eye movements and body awareness. Just slight things, like noticing that I would stare off at a patch of water or tree needles for longer than usual, or that my body felt like I was in an extremely slow motion wave.
J and I both had to pee around the same, so we waded upstream for a little ways and then found a nice place to enter the forest. We gingerly walked barefoot through a patch of woody ground cover, but after that we made it to an area of moss inside the forest. We stood on the moss, which was full of cold water. It send shivers up my spine, and then the shivers started to reverberate through my body, going up and down my legs, through my torso, into my arms, and back and around and over and it felt so good. J and I giggled, just standing there in the cold moss and jerking our bodies around to this internal rhythm. The trip had begun.
After peeing we walked around on the moss for a while, and eventually stopped in front of a tree with a bunch of dead branches. One time J and I had gone to a science museum, and there was this really cool exhibit where a thin metal bar was attached to the vibrating head of a speaker that played various songs. You couldn�t make out what the song was until you bit down on the metal bar, which vibrated your teeth and your skull and you could hear the song loud and clear, like it was coming from inside your head. Inspired by this random memory, I broke off a dead stick and put it in my mouth, then plucked the stick and my head filled with the most wonderful vibrations! I broke off a dead stick and put it in my mouth, then plucked the stick and my head filled with the most wonderful vibrations!