Mescaline and the Mother Earth Pt 4: The Snuff From Hell, and a Journey to the Afterlife

Continued from Part 3 (Read part 1 here and part 2 here.)

The Banter Long Read: Still deeply plugged in to Huachuma, we gathered round the Mesa as don Howard poured the pink looking liquid into a small sea shell. One of the aides had placed purge buckets on the floor and was armed with hundreds of napkins. I tilted my head back and poured the antiseptic smelling liquid up my left nostril, planning on saving enough to put up the right. Alas, the effect was so powerful that I began coughing and spluttering instantaneously…

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