Fuck psychonaut haters

misslivmoon — Sat, 28 May 2022 13:42:41 +0000

I'm surrounded by them for life ever since I fell in love with Dimitri & Miss Molly. What the fuck? I started in 2017. Did a dmt trip last night. Felt amazing. But I came back to reality & seems like people who think they're human (mainly family) think they know me. I'm a psychonaut for life. Fuck psychedelic/psychonaut haters.... I'm a hypocrite though. I hate them. I only know this because of love. Ugh... DMT carts in the pic with a couple of MJ carts. I'm grateful.

Visions of Huachuma

pachanoi-roy — Mon, 26 Jul 2021 02:46:30 +0000

I promised someone a while ago that I would do a trip report on my next cactus experience so here goes nothin I went to a festival last weekend with the idea of having a nice big peak while my favorite band played a 3 hour show. That's exactly what happened. As soon as we got our camp setup and got settled in, I drank my cactus brew. Just before I got the bottle of huachuma out to imbibe, a very gentle guy came up and had a genuine but light conversation that settled my nerves a bit beforehand. I was already feeling encouragement all day beforehand, and that conversation was just another good sign about the night to come. As I finish drinking I notice how little nausea I'm feeling, as if the viscous teacher had plans to stick around. It did end up sticking around longer than usual but it ended up coming out after a while. That didn't matter much though. I think when I first noticed any effects was after my first portopotty visit. The shift in environment from the claustrophobic, hot portopotty to the outdoors with smiles and pleasant smells was uncanny and hit me hard. I was coming up rapidly and switching back and forth from body numbness to extreme tactile sensitivity. I had to sit down at the tent for a while. As my favorite band takes the stage I see them through tunnel vision. Every time I close my eyes I see the things I was seeing almost exactly what I was seeing when my eyes were open, only with "inverted" colors. Kinda like an andy worhol painting or something. That's the best I can explain it. What happened when I laid down was even more unexplainable. After the music we went to the car to grab some edibles. At that point I did about 1500mg of edibles (I have a high tolerance). Once they kicked in I was pretty much unable to walk. It was already hard to walk because it was dark and my vision was just a deluge of flat, matte colors. But then the weed caused me to be physically stoned. So I laid down and closed my eyes while the late night tent played some seriously crunchy tunes in the not-so-far-off distance. Before I knew it I was in a swell of geometry that was colored the same weird matte colors as I mentioned earlier. The morphing and speed of the geometry was unlike anything I had ever been shown before. Ill do my best to explain it. The shapes were round and sharp at the same time. Almost like those tribal tattoos that the tough guys used to get in the early 2000s but not really at all. If you can imagine drawing a backwards c starting from the bottom, then going up and immediately hooking down, that was how the shapes morphed. I was also zooming in and out of the geometric worlds. I could zoom in past the scenes I was being shown to get to the next deeper "layer" of the visions. I could also zoom out and get a giant panorama of what was happening. It was so incredible. Whenever I reach that level of tripping with tryptamines I am almost never lucid enough to remember what was happening. With this trip I was fully there. So much of the night is getting skipped because I don't want to write this for 4 hours, but suffice to say some of the intentions I set for my trip were tested while we were there. I believe I did a-ok, which means I'm really making progress in my life and with my character. I'm also totally grateful for my wonderful partner who is everything I need in life. I didn't need help realizing that but it was something I felt deeply the whole time. I was kind of on the fence about taking this specific sacrament at a festival but I guess there are ways to do that which are still respectful to the experience. If I was disrespecting the medicine I would not have been given its visions. I plan soon on taking an even higher dose while laying down and just listening for the messages.

Mescaline/THC-induced non-dual experience

Rangahan — Wed, 09 Sep 2020 16:53:13 +0000

Hey! So this past weekend I brewed around 170g of fresh San Pedro cactus. I had no experience with it so I aimed at the 100-200 mg of mescaline. I definitely shot below threshold because all I felt was a mild buzz, similiar to being stoned. It did come up rather quickly though, maybe 45 min or so. Only at the 3/4h mark did I notice my pupils getting big but I didn't get any psychedelic effect whatsoever. Around the 8/9h mark I decided to take a weed/hash firecracker to kick it up a notch but felt almost nothing. Weird. I went to sleep and the next day woke up pretty sober. Around the 24h mark I took another weed/hash firecracker, a bit stronger, and laid in bed. A couple hours into the high I had a feeling I had never before tasted and the word for it immediately came up to me: a non-dual experience. I had a clear feeling of collapse of the subject-object distinction and felt like I WAS the entire room around me. It was very peaceful, I felt my body kind of being transparent or empty, as if I was being projected into the air in the middle of the room in front of me. I had never felt anything like it and it had that quality of being an 'authentic' experience, it felt honestly weird. I don't know if it was a 'real' non-dual awakening because I had never experienced one before but it felt like something real. It subsided in a few minutes but I kept that feeling that something important had just happened for at least the next day. On the other hand, I would expect that 'the real deal' would be obvious beyond any doubt... I don't know what to make of it. I consider myself a guy trying to wake up and look to psychedelics for help but was definitely not expecting something to come out of the afterglow a half-assed San Pedro experience mixed with cannabis. On the other hand I've been using cannabis for almost a decade and never felt anything like this. I'm open to interpretations and opinions if anyone is willing to give any. I guess I'll have to add this to the 'Non-ordinary consciousness experiences' folder and wait for it to repeat. Thanks!

1st time doing good, homemade Mescaline Tea!

ChucklesTheClown — Sat, 08 Jun 2019 19:32:43 +0000

I was walking around the streets of Santa Ana, California. When a blessing from the universe crossed my path: I found a wild San Pedro cactus that was very mature in an alley way! There was probably a good 50 feet to the many branches of this cactus, so I know that it's an old soul. I cut about 15 feet of the cacti and took it home; 9 of those feet I planted in my garden so I can pay my respects and grow my own from now on while 6 feet I boiled down into a very large batch of tea. An okay dose is about 1 foot, but between 2 friends of mine and I, we had about 1.5 feet in juice for each person. We went to the beach, drank it on an empty stomach at around 8pm, and waited while the nausea set in for some of them. I did my best to cut out the whites of the cactus (which is where the nausea comes from apparently) and I felt little to no nausea, but my other friends who are lighter than I am in psych experience felt like puking for a good hour. Luckily, no one spat anything up, though, and after that first hour our minds began to feel a little funky. Mescaline takes a while to set in, but the first noted thing is that sort of "psychedelic mind" experience where you feel a little funny and start looking at things in a different way. The best way I can explain it is that the world starts looking like an extremely detailed CGI movie or something of the like, almost as if I'm looking at a 1080p max HD tv screen, but it's real life. After that follows the expanded mind feeling, where you're a little more docile and attentive to details around you. Going through the second hour, it was clear that the real effects of the cacti began to set in among us. A heavy feeling of relaxation and euphoria set through our bodies, to the point that you don't want to move and just want to melt into your chair. Physically, we were absolutely exhausted suddenly, but our minds began racing. Closing our eyes gave us waves of fractals or psychedelic imagery in our heads, and the streets at night had a green glow to them from the traffic lights. We decided to smoke some weed, since it's an absolute staple in our group for hangouts. The high from that boosted the experience immensely, and it felt like through the vaporizer of our friend, we blasted further into our experience. In my peripheral, eyes are appearing in the walls, and I'm almost feeling like I'm psyching myself out and imagining something scary like Ju-on: the Grudge is there that really wasn't. Like you know how when you're a kid and you were afraid to enter a dark room since you imagined a monster was right there? I was almost doing that to myself, but luckily I'm level-headed enough to know that it's obviously just my mind going rampant, so I stood calm. According to my (heavily tripping, and newer to psychs) friend, he was experiencing fractals and a universal feeling much greater to the point that he was getting overwhelmed. As a good friend, I made sure to console him, though, and told him jokes and emanated only positive energy towards him so as to bring his mood away from whatever he was psyching himself out with. My other friend, who did around 1 foot of the juice instead of his full dose since he was also new to psychs, seemed dazed during his experience and was rather quiet since he was just enjoying the visuals in his head. I felt amazing, though, that car ride home (with a sober driver, of course) was one of the most great experiences we've had. Even though my friends promised their parents they'd be home by 11 (we're still 18-19 as I'm writing this lol), they ended up vehemently not wanting to return since they were too high to confront their parents. So we went to the park and played some Smash Bros on my friend's Switch while having a great time observing the scenery and generally tweaking haha. It was funny absolutely destroying them in game since they claimed they could "barely understand what the fuck was happening" as our characters bounced around the screen in vibrant colors (Donkey Kong is too OP :P). The flowers around us had a warbling effect to them, and according to my friends, it looked like the plants were like snapping piranhas in the way they moved in their heads. I suggested we smoke more, but my friends seemed to not like the idea since they felt it would overwhelm them. I'm not sure why, but everytime I do psychs my brain seems like it can sponge a metric fuckton of weed, it just boosts the experience for me, and my normal satisfaction with a medium amount suddenly turns into a craving for more. So I smoked alone at the park as my friends expressed how strongly the cacti affected them and how they thought it would be much shorter than it actually was. After an hour or so of being there, we decided it was a good night and was time to head home. Unfortunately for my friends who thought they would have gotten a good night's sleep, though, the effects of the cacti prevented any of us from resting. My friend who was more silent during his experience claimed he didn't even sleep that night and just watched videos/ listened to music. My other friend, who was overwhelmed from before, though, claimed that he felt the effects even more immensely since he was alone in the dark of his home. He actually called my phone and asked me to "please stay on the phone, everytime it goes quiet I start losing my fucking mind". He claimed his lamp was turning into snakes, and that he was too afraid to go to the bathroom even though he felt really horny and just wanted to go jerk off (which he expressed more than a few times, i guess he was really feeling it lmao). We were both experiencing vibrant fractals in our head, and I had fun riding out the trip by drawing on my arms with my Henna kit. Weirdly, I began seeing the outline of what I wanted to draw on my skin before I actually put it down, as if there was a tracing that was on my skin even though I know it wasn't actually there. It helped me in my drawing process, even though my lines weren't as straight as they usually were. The eyeballs returned in my peripheral, but moreso at this time, and I couldn't help but laugh at the experience that my friend and I were having as we stood up until 4 in the morning. By then, I just wanted to go peel off the now drying Henna and eat something, so I bid my friend farewell and told him to stay sane or call in case he felt uncomfortable. Finally I was able to knock out, and woke up in the morning with a nice afterglow. Overall, this was an AMAZING experience and I look forward to cultivating more of my own batches once my cactus is able to grow. I would LOVE to do this at a festival, but my friends claim otherwise since they felt a little too overwhelmed by the dose they had and had more trouble with nausea than I did. I'd like to try a really solid dose of this stuff and see how far my mind can go, but that's for the future. For now I won't do psychs for many more months since it's not about abusing these powerful plants, it's about appreciating them and coming to them when you're ready.

Much love! and I hope whoever's seeing this had fun reading my report! I couldn't help but notice that no one else had any San Pedro experiences, but I'd love to hear from anyone else in the comments if they wanted to share!

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