DOSE:	15 in	oral	Cacti - T. bridgesii	(tea)
	14 in	oral	Cacti - T. pachanoi	(tea)

BODY WEIGHT:

280 lb

I made both the cactus cuttings into a tea, then reduced until it was around 6oz. Setting was a favorite fishing spot of mine, alone, with a tent and campfire. I drank the yummy juice around 630pm, got camp set up and settled in. The night was beautiful and clear.

No nausea for a couple hours, then I got that old familiar feeling in my stomach. I began to think my tea was weak, but THE MOMENT I puked, I thought to myself 'oohhh fuck, here I go'. As I came up fast and strong, I watched the clouds morph and swirl into amazingly beautiful shapes backlit by the moon. The body rushes were out of this world.

I put on peyote songs of the native American church and laid back, mother earth began to show me her eye in the clouds. A boat went by, and it took me forever to figure out what the fuck I was seeing, I was thinking spacecraft or something and I kinda panicked for a moment lol. I started to get cold, and my fire was being difficult, so I went to go sit in my truck for awhile.

Fog blew in, and things started to get very weird. Crippling paranoia came in waves, along with almost orgasmic body rushes. The wind picked up and everything outside was crazy, I teetered on insanity. The peyote songs guided me through my own mind. I noticed that my tent had blown over, I got out and tried to pack it up, but I found it impossible. It was very profound for me to give up and accept I had lost control. The earth was telling me to take my sandals off, she wanted me to feel something personal. I stepped onto to cold wet ground barefoot, and I immediatly felt the Earth was telling me she is sick, and overwhelmingly sad at what we have done to her.

I got back in the truck and slipped back off into my journey. After an unknown period of time, the wind died down and everything calmed outside. I got out and made another attempt at packing the tent and airbed. I succeeded, and it was a very profound experience. I felt like a warrior. I realized that in my life, I always try to fix things when things are the most turbulent, I know now that its better to give up control, wait until the dust settles, then calmly pick up the pieces. The tent was the most important part of the experience by far.

My visions stopped almost immediaetly and felt wired, like I wanted to run a marathon. I made the short drive home, and came in to relax. I spoke to my wife briefly, then she went back to bed. I laid down with some TOOL on the headphones, and the cactus made it clear that it wasnt done with me. Full on open eye visuals, swirling colors and morphing shadows, christmas tree doing wierd shit and the ceiling looked like the surface of water. Eventually the trip subsided again, and I stepped outside to see the sunrise.

It's now 3pm the next day and I'm almost back to normal, just whacked out feeling. I'd call it about a 13hr trip I guess. I'm still taking everything in, and how the earth spoke to me has really affected me.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 107827
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 36
Published: Jun 20, 2016	Views: 2,467
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