Weight: 70kg
Height: +/- 1.9m
Recent use: Diphenhydramine / Codeine (22 hours prior)
Last meal: small packet of corn chips at around 6 hours prior
Dose: approx 2.5 feet of San Pedro, around 4 inches thick and with 5 ribs - later divided with fellow psychonaut
The report:
I woke up dazed from my opiate sleep at around 3am (I had fallen asleep and missed my plans of meeting my bandmate at a gig)
I immediately got to work and began brewing the cactus, which had been prepared on thursday and freeze thawed 3 times by now.
I brewed this cactus for 10 hours, with 2 dashes of vinegar.
At around the 3pm mark the tea was filtered and the cactus strained, then reduced to exactly 300ml and split perfectly into two cups.
In contemplation I suggested to Z that I had some datura seeds to help with nausea. He said hes keen and so we each had 4 seeds and a cup of coffee.
By 5pm, my friend had gulped the entire 150ml down. I finished mine in 3 shots over a period of 45 minutes.
This was my second time drinking brew.
He let his load go after the 45 minute mark, unfortunately(as you will see later)from my side there was zero purge
The effects were rapid. We were sitting in my room listening to Motorhead when we noticed the effects. I decided to put on the white stripes and we conversed further, each note of every instrument having different textures were slotting into my body like spears. We came to the conclusion that Jack White stinks of style, and that he had no problem getting chicks. lol.
Later on We put on Mastodon (Leviathon album) which was PERFECT. I started feeling the thorns within myself. Started feeling like a San Pedro. The thorns were in my stomach.
We decided to walk to the shop as it was my mothers birthday, this was around 7:30pm.
When we got to the shop I realized just how intense the visuals were getting.
When I spun the card display around it appeared the cards were holograms, but upon inspecting them they were only plain images. The products on shelves would shimmer and cascade like a HI-FI display.
Got my mom some chocolates. walked back to my house.
This is where it gets strange.
About a block away from my house I saw a rock sliding towards me. I picked it up and it had a painting of a golden elephant on it. (I love elephants). So picked it up and took it home, slightly worried that someone would think my intentions with the rock were malicious but I HAD to have this rock it called out to me and was free for the taking as it was in the middle of the road (odd).
When we got to my house we fed my cat, and we had more coffee, sitting on the kitchen floor. My cats face was morphing, and his fur felt amazing. We watched him drink a glass of milk.
I started to have severe stomach pains and convinced myself that I had somehow poisoned myself, and that because Z had purged I was the only one in danger. He convinced me to take a shower and so I did. The water was on its hottest (I love boiling showers) but the water was fluctuating from hot to cold, to hot, to cold, and I realized that I couldn't stand, I kept falling over and my reflection in the tiles was warping while the tiles slid around.
I rushed back to the lounge wrapped in a blanket and sat down on the couch, this was around 5 hours since ingestion.
Everything was getting more and more intense. I felt forced to close my eyes but i was too afraid to let go.
I lost focus of what i was looking at and collapsed defeated to the living room floor.
Z was lying on the couch, he was having no ill effects at all, all the while my stomach was in extreme pain.
I saw myself as the cross section of a cactus with microscopic vision. I became stiff, stretching, until somebody came and burst my cell walls by cutting me loose.
I heard my mind crack open, much like the sound you get when separating the flesh from the cactus core.
I found myself alongside a river in a jungle, where gnomes were doing back flips out of each other's noses, and random feet flipped over into the water.
I was floating on this river, underneath a boardwalk with people walking above me.
I was in communication with Z telepathically, we both had our heads under separate blankets, and he started reading my thoughts.
I saw the woman's eyes who I had seen dying on Thursday after she got hit by a bus.
I died.
All of a sudden creator/whichever presented itself to me in space. I just knew. In the form of a yellow elephant. I totally understand the whole "Godhead" analogy now.
My eye aligned with the eye of this creator, in the form of an eclipse, and I saw how the universe was pushed out of its pupil, towards a giant spider which reminds me of Baal, the spider opened its legs and trapped the universe within its web, which is how the universe came to be suspended within space.
I witnessed man and woman, complete opposites in every way, spiraling in DNA patterns, I was in a place of fire and witnessed the evil of creation. Not the best way to put it as everything was one in the same
This is the best I can remember...
At about 3am, I heard someone at our front gate (we are having problems with criminals hanging around our house lately and watching us, luckily we have a huge dog to sleep inside while we are at work), and picked up my long winding staff.
Nobody was there, it was the cat eating food in the kitchen.
I retired back to my blanket on the floor, clutching the stick, and envisioned myself as an elder wrapped in robe.
In between 3am and 5am, I wrote a form of poem on the floor using a lighter as light source.
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Reversed realities link
A crucifixion in space
Tightening
Taught
Snap!
-piercing through reeds-
I hear my mind crack open
Telepathian cartwheels
Feet jumbling to its flow
Drifting out blue to the machine
Like feathers on water
Everything serene
22 years
within my own eyes
I've been waiting blindly
Upon the souls of my spines
Within shedding the light
The darkness blurs grey
In exchange for new life
Another gives way
From 1 single eye the universe was born
Like a spider unfurling 8 legs
To rot in a web that once was its core
Freedom latched on and uplifted from source
Is something worth claim without fear of remorse
1 Consciousness.
Existence within void.
Where just 1 single tear
Reflects everything worth joy
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Next time I wont be so afraid to let go.
With every great plan comes the pleasure of patience. Take a rest, and grab a suckle off the teat of life!