Peyote is the ultimate teacher of patience
Besides being a specialty psyche-delicacy, Mescaline & Peyote are the ultimate teachers of patience. A psychonaut must truly go out of their way to experience it.
Ever since I read Aldous Huxley's Doors of Perception almost a decade ago, I've been on the hunt for mescaline.
If you haven't read the book, I'd definitely recommend it.
In my opinion, It should be a staple in any serious psychonaut's psychedelic library of literature.
Plus, Huxley was an incredible writer, so just the prose alone is worth the short read.
—Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
So... where was I?
Oh right, about how I've been on the hunt for mescaline, or in my case, peyote to be specific.
What I've learned is that...
Peyote is the ultimate teacher of patience.
Which, in my opinion, makes it a true psyche-delicacy that is reserved only for the most dedicated psychonauts.
Because it's extremely difficult to find peyote in the wild, and even if you were lucky enough to find it OR get ahold of some, you still have to consume it, which is not easy.
Note: You shouldn't harvest peyote in the wild by the way, since it's endangered. Keep reading for sustainable alternatives.
It doesn't matter if you make tea out of it or boil it or eat the flesh as it is—because, in my opinion, it still tastes like shit.
If you've never drunk peyote (or even San Pedro) tea before, imagine swallowing a Starbucks Grande-sized cup full of The Incredible Hulk's jizz — and you're about 95% there.
At least that was the first image that popped into my head the last time I consumed peyote tea by myself in the middle of a desert while on a solo spirit walk.
Now, granted, I am very sensitive to things that taste terrible, so I'm sure the horrendous taste is likely slightly worse for me than the average psychonaut, but on the aggregate, I think you'd agree with me.
Peyote is also kind of hard to grow, at least to maturity—and I have killed thousands of peyote cacti over the years, and only have a handful left from my efforts to propagate it.
Peyote still doesn't taste as bad as Iboga, which is probably the foulest thing I've ever tasted, along with Syrian rue as a close runner-up — so, swallowing hulk's jizz isn't as bad as it gets, I guess
But, I digress.
So far, we've established that:
- Peyote is hard to find.
- Peyote is hard to grow, and if you do grow it, takes 10-15 years to mature, and you need multiple cacti if you're going to consume it.
- If you do obtain it and manage to consume it, nausea is almost guaranteed, onset is slow, and the experience itself lasts as long as LSD.
- It's not uncommon for effects to also be inconsistent.
I've tried it in tea form by myself in the desert during a Spirit Walk, and have eaten boiled peyote buttons in a Navajo-led ceremony — and in both cases, I managed to swallow it and hold it down for the most part, but the effects weren't anything spectacular.
Sure, people say Mescaline is a wonderful, heart-opening medicine with many benefits, but it hasn't lived up to the hype of Aldous Huxley or Carlos Castaneda—at least for me personally.
So, here I am... STILL impatiently chasing peyote after all these years.
When one considers the ridiculous number of hoops one must jump through to experience mescaline via Peyote, I'd consider Peyote to be the ultimate teacher of patience 😉
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