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Showing Me Myself - Cacti - T. peruvianus by Pulsetsar

None of the people I was with knew I was tripping, and nobody suspected a thing. In fact, the interactions I had with others that day were amazing. I felt a real connection with everyone that I talked to. My communication ability was not impaired at all, and I was able to focus so thoroughly on another human being and really connect with them.

I noticed that most people, when they talk to me, don’t look me directly in the eye. The intimacy and power that comes from looking into another person’s eyes as you interact should never be underestimated, but also used with discretion since it can make many people uncomfortable.

A sea, no, an ocean of people drift by as I walk around. I was exposed to so many faces and lives that day.

A girl stands in the corner and I notice how sad she is, and is amazed that nobody else sees it. I then look closer and see that she is jealous of her friend playing kissy-face with some guy. I wanted to go over and console her, but it is not my business and not my place to interfere with all the powerful lessons that could be learned by both parties.

I tell my friend T- about it and he agrees but is amazed that I was able to perceive that with so little effort. Looking at T-, I almost get lost a little and give away my state. Every little stubble of hair on his face was a universe in and of itself.

The detail of the external world on mescaline is unmatched. It doesn’t create visual hallucinations the way that LSD does. It, rather, enhances one’s ability to perceive the world visually. Every shadow, crease, reflection was available to me. It’s amazing how much people move their facial muscles. During my trip, it was impossible for people to lie or hide anything from me. Their faces were so transparent that I could see right into their souls and know what they were thinking and feeling. Perhaps this is why I was able to interact with them so well.

I felt such compassion and sadness watching the people around me writhing in the delusion of their own isolated existence. If they could only see the world the way I do for a second they would not live like they do! How could they not know how significant and insignificant they were? Alas, I am here in this world to better myself and do what I can to bring happiness to those around me, and I went about that task for the rest of the day.

I saw myself as a nobody. Why should my feelings and desires matter more than anyone else’s? I am fully willing to let the world trample on me so long as something good comes out of it.

Something clicked that day and stuck with me. I called my mom the day afterwards and we had the best conversation we’ve had in years. I can’t wait to be a physician; my love of people is increasing every day. …..

I used to think of myself a Hindu, but that has no meaning now. I may as well be a Christian. What does it matter, the garment I wear and slogan I sling, when we all return in the end from whence we came?

At 2:00 AM in the morning my friends suggest that I eat. I found their concern funny but thought that since it was the next day I may as well break my fast.

The sensory experience of eating was remarkable. Flavours have so much depth and detail to them and are packed with potent association with memories.

The sense of touch was enhanced along with all others. I could even feel mosquitoes landing on my skin and I don’t know how this was possible. Although I didn’t have any, I bet that sex on mescaline would have been an amazing and extremely rewarding and powerful experience if with the right person.