DOSE:

150 seeds

oral

Morning Glory

(extract)

BODY WEIGHT:

150 lb

Morning Glory was my first-ever experience with any hallucinogen. Marijuana always makes me feel very anxious, and I have a family history of psychosis (on both sides, lucky me) so I've always been afraid to try mushrooms or LSD but very curious about tripping.

I bought Heavenly Blue seeds at a local hardware store. I don't believe that morning glory seeds are 'poisoned' to discourage abuse-- I think that's an urban legend-- but I did check the label to make sure that the seeds were not treated with any fungicides.

At home, I ground up 150 seeds in my coffee grinder and did a cold-water extraction: shook the powder into a mason jar, filled the jar to the brim with water, and put the concoction in the fridge. I cleaned my room, watched my favorite feel-good kid's movie, and went to bed.

I strained the morning-glory mixture the next day at about noon. This was very difficult to do, and if I ever try morning glory again, I'll leave more time for this step. I ended up doing a very shoddy filtration with a wire colander. There were still some white solids in the fluid when I drank it, at about two o'clock. The liquid was brown and did not taste altogether unpleasant; it reminded me of the 'soup' I'd make from puddle water and grass when I used to play house in the backyard.

Then I sat outside in the sun, listened to some classical music, and waited for something to happen. I noticed how the sunlight made rainbows in my eyelashes and on the grass, but I'm not sure if that was an effect of the drug. After about two hours, D came outside to check on me, and I was getting bored so I went back inside with her. It was about four o'clock.

I began to notice the first definite effects at about this time. I would describe it as 'intoxication': slightly distorted vision, some loss of coordination, unusual thoughts. I could see faint purple rivers flowing along the walls. I sat on the kitchen floor to watch D make dinner, and she gave me an ice cream sandwich, and as I ate it I felt very happy and thought about school picnics. When I was done licking the wrapper I got up to help her de-bone the chicken breast. This made me wonder what people's insides look like, so while the chicken was in the oven D and I watched some autopsy videos on youtube. It didn't bother me at all; it was fascinating.

Although, afterwards, when I was washing the knives, I had a horrible thought about people getting stabbed in the face. I let myself have the thought, and let it pass, but it was profoundly disturbing.

At about five-thirty some friends came over and D and I hung out with them in the living room. I couldn't follow the details of the conversation, I was too preoccupied with everyone's social tics-- things I hadn't noticed before but which seemed very obvious to me now, like how D prefaces all of her comments with a timid little 'See, for me, I feel like...' and how J makes fun of rednecks a lot because he's self-conscious about being from the rural South. Then I wondered what my social tics are, and then I thought, 'I don't have any! The drugs have stripped them away, that's what drugs do, and everyone knows I'm tripping, and oh my god!' I excused myself to go lie down in my room. I was feeling nauseous anyway.

Oh, the nausea. I was not prepared for that. It set in about four hours after I consumed the seed-slurry and it was intense. I imagine that this is how the rumor about poisoned seeds got started. I only vomited once. I was disappointed then because I thought the experience was over, but when I went back to my room, the best effects set in.

I had the curtains drawn and I was curled up under my favorite comforter, listening to techno music. My comforter has a pattern of little orange rosettes on a white background and I found it very pleasing to look at, and after a while the roses started moving in time with the music. I especially liked the leaves. There were three leaves on each rose and they were quite cheerful. I named them Pip, Bo, and Mr. Norrington, and Pip and Bo were shy but Mr. Norrington was very talkative and he laughed a lot. I was very happy to be in my room with them instead of being back in the living room with everyone else.

I saw patterns when I closed my eyes. They were bright and slithery and full of very complicated spots of color; I was reminded of the markings on the back of the tent caterpillars I used to find in my driveway. I also saw a field of repeating concentric circles that vibrated and alternated colors.

After I passed large quantities of strong-smelling pee, I started to come down. It was about ten o'clock at night. The hangover on the following day involved an intense headache.

It was a great first-time experience. It felt like the kind of high fever that makes you see bright colors while you're sleeping it off. I didn't have the anxiety I get when I smoke weed, and I'm surprised that the experience was punctuated with so many pleasant childhood memories because in reality my childhood was pretty bad. I have a healthy respect for morning glory, though-- it is a real drug, and there were moments when it could have turned nasty.

Two years later, I can still see the pattern of concentric circles, under my eyelids, when I'm feeling lightheaded. And I can still see the rainbows in my eyelashes. It makes me happy.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 84107
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 23
Published: Apr 11, 2016	Views: 2,642
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