CrimsonQueen
Bluelighter
Morning glory is definitely a drug worth doing, despite my still very tender stomach the next day. I ordered 50 grams of heavenly blue morning glory seeds from an online source and decided to sample it last afternoon with my friend, K. It was a rainy, cold day and I'm feeling light-headed from a long night of drinking and pubbing the night before, with a little bit of ketamine to boot. We were both feeling a bit off because of the vast amounts of alcohol and drugs, but felt good enough to give Morning Glory a second chance.
Setting: At home, in my room, heater in full blast, a big bed, music and weed at hand. Time: 3 pm. Note: both of us have just started our Piracetam, and whilst I’ve had great success with it
Dosage and Preparation: The first time I took about 150 seeds and it was a very comfortable experience, nothing too intense, so we decided to take about 250 seeds this time to intensify the experience. The seeds were counted out by hand, washed with cold water, and grinded up to a chewy powder, semi-fine in a electric coffee grinder. We dumped the contents in the coffee grinder into a small tub of Dryer's ice-cream, semi-melted, and mixed it up. The ice-cream was delicious, and covered the wooden, soddy taste of morning glory. If I try hard enough, I could almost pretend the little bits I'm chewing are nuts. Recalling the experience of the preparation is giving my stomach a little lurch now, and I think I'm not eating nuts OR ice-cream for a very long time. K, on the other hand, didn’t like the nuts, and he recalled his first experience to be nauseas, so he sort of choked on the seeds.
The Experience: Within 15 minutes of consumption, I feel the familiar slowing of the senses, the mildly drunk feeling I had the first time. I smoked a cigarette and listened to the cars zooming by the highway outside my window. The roaring engines of the cars sounded more prominent, in a pleasant way. The smoke from my cigarette curling upwards looks pretty to the slowing of my senses. Then I went into the kitchen to make some chicken soup and toasted pita bread, hoping that maybe some food in my stomach would curb the nausea that's about to come. K is sitting in my room, already feeling the first waves of nausea. I placed the steaming hot soup in my room and we begun to dig in. K had only drunk half the bowl before he had to stop with an ill look on his face. Moving around and doing things made the beginning of the LSA effects less noticeable.
K got into bed and under the blankets, and the look on his face made me wished fervently that I would miraculously escape the nausea of the morning glory seeds. The nausea I had with my first experience was nearly intolerable. I surfed the web for a while, before the crunching of my stomach prompted me to lie in bed for a while. By this time, the effects of the LSA were getting more intense - it is very hard to describe EXACTLY how it feels like, and since I'm not very experienced with most psychedelics all my comparisons will be to other chemical drugs. I felt a little disassociated, similar to Ketamine or DXM, and reality moved slower, in a long, dragging moments. It is hard to focus on any one thought or one thing for too long. While I lay in bed in a feral position, feeling sicker by the minute, I immersed myself in Tool's Third Eye, and easily lost myself in to the music - it was almost like smoking some really good weed, the way music sounded to your ears, every twang of the guitar prominent, music seems to break down into it's bare components, coming together every moment - as I mentioned each moment feels very slow. However, the disorientation and disassociation effects of LSA were a separate part to the nausea I'm feeling - the nausea, which is getting more intense by the minute, prevented me from enjoying and exploring fully the sensations of my 'head high'. I closed my eyes, and tried to think of other things other than the nausea. Everything was making me feel nauseous, and the dreamy effects of LSA made strange flows of haphazard thoughts in my mind. There were no psychelic effects at this point. I seem to sink into a LSA dream in my mind, but the unbearable nausea kept pulling me from the brink of that dream.
Finally, K couldn't stand it any longer, and got up painfully from the bed to puke noisily into a plastic bag, in the corner of my room. 'Jesus!', I moaned, and tried to cover my ears. I stuck my head under the blanket and resisted the temptation to do the same - I hate puking. I thought of the story 'The Revenge of Lard Ass Hogan' in Stephen King's The Body and giggled (a fatass chugged a bottle of castor oil and vomited all over an audience on the stage, which prompted everyone to start puking on each other).
Anyway, I'm sure my fellow bluelighters are more interested in the experience of my trip than a detailed first-hand description of a vomiting experience. To sum it up, I eventually did throw up, and though the nausea was gone, throwing up so hard gave me a headache. Which sucks. We wiped our mouths and looked at each other. Getting up and moving around, again, cleared up the dreamlike qualities of the trip. We both thought that it was the end of the trip (5 pm), since it only lasted about two or three hours the first time. We were very wrong - it was just the beginning. I thought the effects were intense while I was struggling with the nausea in bed, but more is to come.
I won't bog you down with details, but I peaked for a long time - we spent most of the trip in bed together, just lying there and enjoying the nice body high. For K, the body high was sort of annoying as your joints and bones feel like as if they have vanished, and you would want to constantly move because it feels good to move. However, there is also that nice ‘pot-like’ feeling that you just want to lie down and do nothing. These two combos don’t exactly work together, so he kept on getting up and falling over.
K found that most of the trip was more of a body high than visuals, but after he gave me a massage, I seemed to spiral down deeper to psydelic experience, and the back massage seems to have intensified the experience.
After the puking- which was about T + 1 hour, we basically lied there for the rest of the day, until around 10 pm when my mum came back and reality came crashing in. By then, we were steadily returning to baseline, but the ‘lazy’ effects were still there. Not wanting to leave hints to my mum that we were tripping our balls off, we went outside for a late dinner to freshen ourselves up. The cold wind that blew in our faces did its work, and K then went home and slept. I did the same as well.
Visuals?
About a few paragraphs of this trip report is written by K, so let me supplement some of it:
One distinct effect I noticed about LSA is it’s kinda like E…when you close your eyes it’s very easy to lose yourself in it…I lay in bed for a long time and couldn’t get up, everytime I tried to get up I fell back into bed, like my bones have melted into my muscles…I was disappointed as it was more of a body high than visuals. The most exciting thing I have seen were meaningless, closed-eyed, pretty visuals and my leopard print body hugger getting bigger and smaller as K lay on it. But eventually, when I managed to get up from bed and walked around, it was kinda a fun, stumbling, drunken haze. Yet the urge to lie back down is overwhelming, and I could only close my eyes and lose myself in the head high.
Setting: At home, in my room, heater in full blast, a big bed, music and weed at hand. Time: 3 pm. Note: both of us have just started our Piracetam, and whilst I’ve had great success with it
Dosage and Preparation: The first time I took about 150 seeds and it was a very comfortable experience, nothing too intense, so we decided to take about 250 seeds this time to intensify the experience. The seeds were counted out by hand, washed with cold water, and grinded up to a chewy powder, semi-fine in a electric coffee grinder. We dumped the contents in the coffee grinder into a small tub of Dryer's ice-cream, semi-melted, and mixed it up. The ice-cream was delicious, and covered the wooden, soddy taste of morning glory. If I try hard enough, I could almost pretend the little bits I'm chewing are nuts. Recalling the experience of the preparation is giving my stomach a little lurch now, and I think I'm not eating nuts OR ice-cream for a very long time. K, on the other hand, didn’t like the nuts, and he recalled his first experience to be nauseas, so he sort of choked on the seeds.
The Experience: Within 15 minutes of consumption, I feel the familiar slowing of the senses, the mildly drunk feeling I had the first time. I smoked a cigarette and listened to the cars zooming by the highway outside my window. The roaring engines of the cars sounded more prominent, in a pleasant way. The smoke from my cigarette curling upwards looks pretty to the slowing of my senses. Then I went into the kitchen to make some chicken soup and toasted pita bread, hoping that maybe some food in my stomach would curb the nausea that's about to come. K is sitting in my room, already feeling the first waves of nausea. I placed the steaming hot soup in my room and we begun to dig in. K had only drunk half the bowl before he had to stop with an ill look on his face. Moving around and doing things made the beginning of the LSA effects less noticeable.
K got into bed and under the blankets, and the look on his face made me wished fervently that I would miraculously escape the nausea of the morning glory seeds. The nausea I had with my first experience was nearly intolerable. I surfed the web for a while, before the crunching of my stomach prompted me to lie in bed for a while. By this time, the effects of the LSA were getting more intense - it is very hard to describe EXACTLY how it feels like, and since I'm not very experienced with most psychedelics all my comparisons will be to other chemical drugs. I felt a little disassociated, similar to Ketamine or DXM, and reality moved slower, in a long, dragging moments. It is hard to focus on any one thought or one thing for too long. While I lay in bed in a feral position, feeling sicker by the minute, I immersed myself in Tool's Third Eye, and easily lost myself in to the music - it was almost like smoking some really good weed, the way music sounded to your ears, every twang of the guitar prominent, music seems to break down into it's bare components, coming together every moment - as I mentioned each moment feels very slow. However, the disorientation and disassociation effects of LSA were a separate part to the nausea I'm feeling - the nausea, which is getting more intense by the minute, prevented me from enjoying and exploring fully the sensations of my 'head high'. I closed my eyes, and tried to think of other things other than the nausea. Everything was making me feel nauseous, and the dreamy effects of LSA made strange flows of haphazard thoughts in my mind. There were no psychelic effects at this point. I seem to sink into a LSA dream in my mind, but the unbearable nausea kept pulling me from the brink of that dream.
Finally, K couldn't stand it any longer, and got up painfully from the bed to puke noisily into a plastic bag, in the corner of my room. 'Jesus!', I moaned, and tried to cover my ears. I stuck my head under the blanket and resisted the temptation to do the same - I hate puking. I thought of the story 'The Revenge of Lard Ass Hogan' in Stephen King's The Body and giggled (a fatass chugged a bottle of castor oil and vomited all over an audience on the stage, which prompted everyone to start puking on each other).
Anyway, I'm sure my fellow bluelighters are more interested in the experience of my trip than a detailed first-hand description of a vomiting experience. To sum it up, I eventually did throw up, and though the nausea was gone, throwing up so hard gave me a headache. Which sucks. We wiped our mouths and looked at each other. Getting up and moving around, again, cleared up the dreamlike qualities of the trip. We both thought that it was the end of the trip (5 pm), since it only lasted about two or three hours the first time. We were very wrong - it was just the beginning. I thought the effects were intense while I was struggling with the nausea in bed, but more is to come.
I won't bog you down with details, but I peaked for a long time - we spent most of the trip in bed together, just lying there and enjoying the nice body high. For K, the body high was sort of annoying as your joints and bones feel like as if they have vanished, and you would want to constantly move because it feels good to move. However, there is also that nice ‘pot-like’ feeling that you just want to lie down and do nothing. These two combos don’t exactly work together, so he kept on getting up and falling over.
K found that most of the trip was more of a body high than visuals, but after he gave me a massage, I seemed to spiral down deeper to psydelic experience, and the back massage seems to have intensified the experience.
After the puking- which was about T + 1 hour, we basically lied there for the rest of the day, until around 10 pm when my mum came back and reality came crashing in. By then, we were steadily returning to baseline, but the ‘lazy’ effects were still there. Not wanting to leave hints to my mum that we were tripping our balls off, we went outside for a late dinner to freshen ourselves up. The cold wind that blew in our faces did its work, and K then went home and slept. I did the same as well.
Visuals?
About a few paragraphs of this trip report is written by K, so let me supplement some of it:
One distinct effect I noticed about LSA is it’s kinda like E…when you close your eyes it’s very easy to lose yourself in it…I lay in bed for a long time and couldn’t get up, everytime I tried to get up I fell back into bed, like my bones have melted into my muscles…I was disappointed as it was more of a body high than visuals. The most exciting thing I have seen were meaningless, closed-eyed, pretty visuals and my leopard print body hugger getting bigger and smaller as K lay on it. But eventually, when I managed to get up from bed and walked around, it was kinda a fun, stumbling, drunken haze. Yet the urge to lie back down is overwhelming, and I could only close my eyes and lose myself in the head high.
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