I know nothing about it really, other than one interesting recount from a friend about it.
What I do know:
-Comes from a boiled cactus bloom
-Used by natives of what is now America
Your turn to fill in the gaps, as well as tell stories of personal experiences!
@nightowl, I agree with the way you view your trips and adventures.
Sounds to me like you have a mission to accomplish. Maybe this stuff is just hardest to come by, but I have always been interested in the stories that natives have had about it.
It’s not exactly a mission, but your statement still sorta works.
It is hard to come by. Usually when you find it, you find synthetic mescaline.
I only want it from a cactus, because I realize that the particle is not all that’s at work with imbibing in entheogens, but also the higher harmonic and transient vibrations those particles carry from their “history”.
The San Pedro cactus is still legal in most places, tho not prepared. Grows as much as a foot a year – a foot so happens to be what you typically use.
Peyote itself IS legalized except for the Peyote churches, and grows so slowly anyway, that most only use the “buttons” instead of the cactus itself as the cacti gets maybe an inch rounder a year. The cactus can be harvested for many uses when it’s finally matured :] but no need if it continues to button.
@nightowl, I feel like I know what it is you are seeking. I feel like I am far behind you in the journey, but I am on a similar path. That being said, you cannot really end up anywhere else than with the exploration of peyote. That is how I feel, at least, and I don’t mean to offend if I get it wrong. We are, after all, two people.
So, basically one might consider simply acquiring a San Pedro cactus and allowing it to grow continually, using the buttons of the plant until it it ceases to produce the buttons, at which point the actual plant can be harvested for complete usage. Sounds like it would be nice, and I am in complete agreement that there comes a different energy from the natural source versus the synthesized alternative.
I still have a lot of exploration to do, so I feel like I will try to allow these things to unfold as I progress through each day. We will see how things turn out, won’t we?
@lytning91, all is well, but Peyote is a chubby cactus that makes “buttons” and San Pedro is a tall cactus with spines. San Pedro can only be taken by consuming the cacti itself.
San Pedro can likely be found at local plant nurseries, it’s a common household or decorative cactus
@nightowl, OHHHHH. As you can see, I have little experience in this realm of being. If San Pedro is so accessible, one hold only need to eat/boil the contents of the cactus into a consumable broth in order to have the experience. That sounds quite easy for having not found people experienced with the substance.
Me and my wife, 8 buttons of peyote, the Nevada desert, a campsite, marshmallows, and the rest of the usual s’more’s kit, we found a relatively flat spot far enough away from the road so that we wouldn’t wander too close to it, I unpacked our tent, and we each ate two buttons of peyote, they started to kick in just as the sun set, I began feeling, native, as if I had never seen a city before, me and my wife began to laugh, I picked up my guitar, I found inspiration in the world, the night sky was coming out, it had been about an hour after sunset when I decided to have three more, my wife having one more. When I do drugs, I usually take a high amount, its not that I have a high tolerance, but, when I take a large amount of anything I become in a cloud filled mind, me, the essence of me, I love being me, not pretending to be an adult, not pretending to be anything, just being me. The air started cooling down, I stared at the sand, it began swirling around. My wife was following a tarantula around, and I began strumming, my guitar felt juicy, in a word. I started playing with an inspiration that was incredibly to achieve on any other drug, but came easy to me on peyote. I don’t know if the drug was making me play better, or making terrible playing sound amazing, but I was moved by my own music, I saw guitars made of sand start to rise out of the ground, all playing simultaneously, mimicking my sound exactly, layering the music over and over. I placed the guitar down, but they were playing faster and faster, building up to a crescendo, then, stopping. My wife was dancing around, I went into the tent, all the crinkles dancing like snakes, and turned on the radio, putting Relics, by Pink Floyd in. Me and my wife began to dance, we ran up the dunes, and tumbled back down, we fell down, both lying on our backs. I looked up, just as “Interstellar Overdrive” was at it’s crescendo. The stars were shooting all over the sky, one, way off in the distance started coming closer, and closer, it was purely white, but as it got closer, it was as bright as the moon, soon it filled the sky, then it got smaller, and smaller, until it landed in my hand, about the size of a soft ball. I picked it up, my wife, still staring at the sky, suddenly looked at me and started laughing, I loved this star I took it to the top of a cold sand dune, and threw it back in to the sky, it turned red as it landed among the other stars. I rolled back down the dune. I was about to peak, the sand began changing colors, every single grain different, the fire was 50 feet tall, turning from green to blue to red to green. Faces appeared in it, I went to the radio out side my tent to put Atom Heart Mother on, as I picked up the disk, it melted in my hand, the metallic goo falling to the floor, and crawling up to the radio, I pushed play and walked over to my wife. She was sitting in the lotus position, staring at the fire, I joined her, and we stood up all night, listening to various Pink Floyd albums and making S’mores, we didn’t really talk, but we didn’t need to, we were kindred spirits there and then. We watched the sun rise up from the top of the sand dune as a wind blew over us. It was magical.
@thomaschong, by “doesn’t need to be acid or weed” you mean just go out into the wilderness and be? I have lived in the woods my whole life, a good 30 minutes away from town. My childhood is something I will always return to, in that sense, despite progressing further and further into the modern, city life.
@lytning91, Well, when I was a kid, I never stopped moving when I was in the forest, now, that’s fine and dandy, here’s my challenge to you, and to everyone else who lives near a forest, go there, find a place to sit, light up a joint, and don’t stand up for at least an hour, you won’t regret it.
@thomaschong, *sigh* I can’t really smoke. I have quite bad allergies and, having never tried smoking as a result, I think I would not have the experience you are prescribing. I might replace a J for something else and see where it takes me.
@thomaschong, if I am being completely honest, I have kind of developed some sort of aversion to it. I have been around it SO long but never really taken the dive. It is almost as if the amount of time I have spent around it…I just do not really have an urge to start trying it. It’s strange, and numerous people have found it to be weird. I have contemplated edibles before, had the opportunity, but just never went for it.
@lytning91, Don’t do edibles your first time. Just buy an inexpensive vaporizer. Take one hit…see how it feels (you probably wont feel anything), take another…see how you feel, take another etc. Don’t rush it, don’t force it, just be and let it flow.
Trust me mate, you want to try marijuana. I was scared at first, but it was SO worth it. Definitely take it with care though, forming a habit is not beneficial for your spiritual growth.
@blankey, I am not really scared. I just have been SO immersed in it, having been around it for SO long. I just lost interest by the time I was old enough to find it interesting. I know I’d vaporize if I ever did it. I have been offered it numerous times, as well as edibles and other THC-infused items. I would HATE to feel like I wanted to use it everyday, and everyone that I know that uses it does. I guess that’s part of it. I know that it’s really unlikely with other things, and so I shy away from it.
@lytning91, Honestly, even if it becomes a habit, it won’t hurt your health. Also, to prevent this, just don’t do it every day. I do it once or twice a week, sometimes I go weeks without doing it, other times I do it daily. The great thing about marijuana is that it is not detrimental to your health and is not physically addictive.
I SWEAR I am not knocking it. I totally respect it and I have done TONS of reading to confirm just how OK I would be with myself if I did. But the thing is, I mean I already have such bad habits as it is. I feel like my personality is just gonna have me stuck on it and I’mma start paying for it, and I’mma start having it absorb my time and money. I already have enough trouble focusing on things anyway. I already feel apathetic to daily routine.
This is where I am. I guess a time or to on occasion would be one thing, and I could do that. I know people that have. I just haven’t…and when people ask me to, I just dont’. I honestly don’t know why this is such a wall for me.