Hi Terry. Yes these plants are incredible. The only place I know is in the desert by a Mexican town called Wadley, near Real De Catorce in San Luis Potosi. You have to go quite deep before finding any, but its there (or at least it was when I was there a few years ago). Good luck on your search and I’m sure you can find some closer to home!

Thanks for sharing Charlie, we are incredibly lucky to have experiences like these!

Whereabouts in Canada are you? I live in the okanogan in bcs

Hi Joni, thanks for stopping by. I don’t think you will have enough peyote even if you harvested the entire plant. Peyote is also a slow grower so you would be waiting years to decades for it to grow enough to harvest. Maybe look into San Pedro or Peruvian Torch cactus – they grow much faster and also contain mescaline. Good luck!

Rob, what a story. Amazing. Thanks for sharing.

I began walking down a dirt road that ran off a highway in front of the farm. it led to another farm futher off the highway.

I suddenly had a very strong feeling someone was observing me. I stopped and looked around it was early March there was nothing but a barren field around me. I put the feeling down to paranoia which can sometimes happen on Mescaline. I started walking again and the feeling came back even more strongly.

I stopped in my tracks and again looked around. It was at this moment the Mescaline took effect. I again looked at the barren field, only this time it was transformed. I became aware of the immense energy coiled in the ground waiting to spring. Yes Spring it was Spring waiting to spring out so to speak and yell surprise. It was beautiful mother nature preparing to put on a show in all it’s glory. I am trying to use words to describe this experience. It was not like some poetic nonsense about spring flowers and birds chirping. It was much much deeper than that.

I was so moved I reached down and picked up some dirt and squeezed it tightly in my hand as through it was the most precious thing in this world.

I looked at a old barren tree across the field which in my normal consciousness I would not think twice about.

Now I was looking at the garden of Eden before the fall.

I realized it is we who were blind. The garden of Eden never disappeared it was right here before my eyes. I gazed back at the highway at the cars speeding by. I thought don’t they realize they are driving asleep through Paradise.

I stood transfixed by what was around me. I noticed how the curve a small mounded hill perfectly matched the curve of my body, how we were inextricably linked. While standing there I actually felt the old earth rocking gently in it’s orbit. Yes that’s right I felt the earth move literally.

I went back to the farm and put on some music and sang songs of gratitude for hours for what Mescaline had shown me.

I went up to my bedroom and saw my personal belongings. Things that belonged to someone that thankfully did not exist anymore for me in that moment. It was was like they belonged to a rather simple child. I realized at that point with bittersweet regret when the drug wore off, I would soon be inhabiting these things once again. I would return to being that simple unconscious child.

The feeling however stayed with me the next day. I was walking down the highway the sun was setting and I could feel it in my stomach a feeling of contentment with the world and joy.