Mr. Tambourine Man
Bluelighter
Morning Glory Seeds (360 seeds) - Moderately Experienced - "Day of the Ducks"
A few days before the experience, my friend suggested ending a long period of substance abstinence with a powerful morning glory experience, which he had been trying to achieve for some time. On his last attempt, he experienced a taste of an unambiguous morning glory experience, in the form of complex Meso-american themed OEV's, but which failed to progress further. This also seemed like an good way to welcome in the oncoming spring season, by having an experience in a pleasant natural setting. We decided to attempt this experience two days later, which was a Thursday, when neither of us had any obligations. At around 12 A the next day, we left to buy bottled water, trail mix, and anti-nausea pills (meclizine) and morning glory seeds from the local hardware chain. After our purchases, we walked to the campus arboretum, a set of long, meandering trails bordering a man-made river surrounded by a great variety of native plants and redwoods. We sat down at a picnic table, and I proceeded to count grind 720 seeds to a fine powder with a mortar and pestle, which took over an hour.
After the first batch of 360 seeds was ground, my friend took his dose of powder with some water, and by the time my dose was ready he said he felt the first indistinct signs of "coming up" on something (we had both taken 3 25mg meclizine pills an hour prior). After I took my dose, we walked slowly down the trail, as my friend was beginning to feel the usual nausea of the seeds, though much muted by the meclizine. After some time walking and sipping water, I too began to feel nauseated and we sat down on a bench in the sun, both feeling slightly chilly from the vasoconstriction and congested. Eventually we progressed from bench to bench slowly, as the nausea increased to an unpleasant, but manageable peak, and then slowly began to subside. Apart from a slight dizziness/feeling of intoxication about 10 minutes after ingestion, as well as slightly sore legs, the first feeling, almost an hour later was a visual effect of complicated objects such as asphalt curbs swelling or flowing slightly, similar to a come up on psilocybin. We had been listening to various songs on my friend’s i-pod, mostly reggae, until we began to lose interest in it and become more fascinated with the natural world (which for me is a signature effect of morning glories). The mental effects became to multiply slowly, such as faintly geometric closed eye visuals, mostly concentric circles (which are also iconic of these seeds for me). Also, as the feelings of coming-up became more prominent, the nausea was replaced by a mild feeling of hunger, and we began to feel quite lethargic and tired of walking. As soon as we reached a nearby field, we spread out a large blanket on the grass and lay down on it, under a bright blue march sky.
I began to experience definite, though somewhat undefined OEVs when staring at the sky, usually of faces, figures, and progressively more and more complicated geometries. With my eyes closed, my visions would be much more vivid and colorful, including eyes, skulls, and moving rainbow-colored patterns of great complexity, with shapes outlined by thin gray lines. I began to experience a strong feeling of constantly recurring awareness, very similar to déjà-vu, but much stronger, also very similar to about 2+ grams cubensis mushrooms. I also noticed a very interesting effect of the seeds which I had never experienced before, which I nicknamed the “sound well”. It started with a string of sounds, or concepts associated with sounds, such s the sound of drop of water, a hand clap, the image of a door closing, a radar “blip” noise, etc in a long string which seem to Doppler, or descend like a falling dropped object, downward through my head. This would repeat at irregular intervals, in exactly the same sequence, throughout the remainder of the experience. The effects of the seeds at no time threatened to be overpowering to the point of being unpleasant, as I consider myself to be somewhat experienced with the incredible stimuli brought on by a strong psychedelic experience, bombarded me with a vast array of thoughts and concepts at progressively greater speed. I recognized many of these topics as having been discussed in my recent past; in much the same way as a dream brings together fragments from events in the days prior. At the peak of my experience, much of the area surrounding the field I was in seemed to dissolve from my visual comprehension, not in a riot of visuals, but merely ceasing to be significant. I felt as though I was in the midst of a very lucid dream, and as though the field I was in was in fact a jutting plateau near a high cliff, bathed in a light that felt like sunlight, but brighter and more ethereal. The visuals had ceased to be as significant to the experience, and I became more focused on the stream of ideas I was having, although my friend and I would often spend long periods staring at the blue sky, which, with the positioning of the sun, took on the appearance of a huge morning glory bell. The transparent visuals and phantasms we were both seeing in the sky reminded my friend of the Aztec concept of Teotl, the composite male-female, life-giving force, symbolizing duality. I too was enraptured with similar op thinking about them. ideas, particularly with concepts of pre-Neolithic humanity, in the state of hunter gathering that various world religions depict as a “Garden of Eden” state. Although I am not religious, I became fascinated with these thoughts, and particularly with the notion that, when human beings accepted the inevitable growth and development that was associated with the most essential of human innovations, agriculture, humanity began a race against time to evolve into a more psychologically sound, cooperative species before their own technology destroyed them. This got me to thinking about humanities recent “close calls”, particularly with chemical and nuclear technology, and I began hoping, somewhat optimistically, that humanity would hopefully begin to mature at a greater rate, in order to keep up with its technology and curtail its self-destructive tendencies.
I attempted standing up and walking across the grass, and was able to handle myself quite well, although fortunately there was no one nearby to put me on my guard. When I rejoined my friend, he was sitting quietly, with a broad smile on his face, staring off at the nearby lake. We began to laugh, and tell some jokes, which seemed obscenely funny at the time, and began strewing handfuls of sunflowers from the trail mix bag around our carpet to the nearby ducks. The visual effects from the seeds, however, showed no signs of slowing in near future, and if anything, the distortion of the natural world seemed to increase substantially. The grass around us seemed to swirl and flow like water, and the closed eye visuals continued in a stream of abstract shapes, expansive exotic flowers, complicated geometric patterns and latticework, all evolving at a rapid yet comfortable pace. A large clump of oleander bushes nearby began to morph and swell, the spiky leaves turning into comical faces, and huge, bristling crystals or corals, expanding and twisting into new and different shapes. The same effect was seen in the bark of nearby trees, and the water of the lake took on the hyper-fluid, sensuous look that water often has when taking psychedelics. Eventually, as we began to focus a bit more on our immediate surroundings, we began to notice that we were surrounded in a large crowd of ducks, easily thirty or more, which we realized must be eating all the sunflower seeds we spread in the grass. Although the ducks in the arboretum are as wary of humans as any, these particular ones either did not deem us a threat, or were too hungry to care about approaching us. Many of them got so close that I was able to reach out and pet them, after which I had the sense to go and clean my hands in a drinking fountain. Sitting in the midst of this vast crowd gave me new thoughts, particularly when watching how these ducks behaved among one another. My friend remarked how similar their behavior was to large groups of people, particularly how a few of the more aggressive males would spend inordinate amounts of time attacking and chasing one another, for no discernible reason. The quacking and flapping of feathers even began to take on the characteristics of the hum and babble of a large crowd, such as one might hear at a large party. My friend, who has for some time suffered from moderate to strong social anxiety, made an excellent analogy, which I felt also partially applied to me; that we were compelled for great stretches of our lives to live among ducks with which we could not communicate. In this case, he was referring to the ranks of individuals with whom he had difficulty interacting and speaking to owing to many interests and values unshared between him and others. For example, although we have found friends who share, or are tolerant, of our mutual drug use and interests, it is often aggravating, particularity for my friend, that such things are not considered socially acceptable behaviors or topics of discussion. Also, the banality and focus on trivia that seems to make up so much of modern life is a source of great annoyance for us, and one which seemed exemplified in the seemingly random bustling, violence and ceaseless quacking of the ducks.
After watching them for some time further, we saw that it was getting rather late, and we packed up our things and moved to a different field where, about a month and a half before, we had had a strong DXM experience, which gave the area a special fondness for us. It was a field on a gentle rise, dotted with Algerian Oaks, from which you could see the mountains of the California coast range in far distance, with the sun setting behind them. We alternated for some time between talking about many different topics including social organization, and human relationships, and lying on the hill listening to the early evening birds in the oaks. The thought of going back home seemed, after the enjoyable time spent out in a semi-natural setting, almost repugnant, and for a few moments we were seized with the delusional impulse to camp outside for the rest of the night. However, after the night crept up on us, (which happened surprisingly quickly), we found that the combination of the sudden cold and hunger made heading back home a more attractive prospect. We stopped at a friend’s on the way home, and in consequence stayed the night at her place. After eating some pasta, my friend fell asleep fairly quickly, while I stayed awake and helped my friend finish an essay which turned out surprisingly well, considering the degree to which I was still affected (colorful residual patterns on many surfaces, and gently swirling carpets). Before going to sleep, I smoked a very small bowl of keif, which seemed to rekindle many of the effects from the seeds (particularity the “sound-well” effect, which then continued to occur every time I smoked cannabis for over a month afterwards). Then I finished the night with 3mg melatonin, and was able to sleep very well, waking up the next day feeling quite refreshed and cheerful.
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A few days before the experience, my friend suggested ending a long period of substance abstinence with a powerful morning glory experience, which he had been trying to achieve for some time. On his last attempt, he experienced a taste of an unambiguous morning glory experience, in the form of complex Meso-american themed OEV's, but which failed to progress further. This also seemed like an good way to welcome in the oncoming spring season, by having an experience in a pleasant natural setting. We decided to attempt this experience two days later, which was a Thursday, when neither of us had any obligations. At around 12 A the next day, we left to buy bottled water, trail mix, and anti-nausea pills (meclizine) and morning glory seeds from the local hardware chain. After our purchases, we walked to the campus arboretum, a set of long, meandering trails bordering a man-made river surrounded by a great variety of native plants and redwoods. We sat down at a picnic table, and I proceeded to count grind 720 seeds to a fine powder with a mortar and pestle, which took over an hour.
After the first batch of 360 seeds was ground, my friend took his dose of powder with some water, and by the time my dose was ready he said he felt the first indistinct signs of "coming up" on something (we had both taken 3 25mg meclizine pills an hour prior). After I took my dose, we walked slowly down the trail, as my friend was beginning to feel the usual nausea of the seeds, though much muted by the meclizine. After some time walking and sipping water, I too began to feel nauseated and we sat down on a bench in the sun, both feeling slightly chilly from the vasoconstriction and congested. Eventually we progressed from bench to bench slowly, as the nausea increased to an unpleasant, but manageable peak, and then slowly began to subside. Apart from a slight dizziness/feeling of intoxication about 10 minutes after ingestion, as well as slightly sore legs, the first feeling, almost an hour later was a visual effect of complicated objects such as asphalt curbs swelling or flowing slightly, similar to a come up on psilocybin. We had been listening to various songs on my friend’s i-pod, mostly reggae, until we began to lose interest in it and become more fascinated with the natural world (which for me is a signature effect of morning glories). The mental effects became to multiply slowly, such as faintly geometric closed eye visuals, mostly concentric circles (which are also iconic of these seeds for me). Also, as the feelings of coming-up became more prominent, the nausea was replaced by a mild feeling of hunger, and we began to feel quite lethargic and tired of walking. As soon as we reached a nearby field, we spread out a large blanket on the grass and lay down on it, under a bright blue march sky.
I began to experience definite, though somewhat undefined OEVs when staring at the sky, usually of faces, figures, and progressively more and more complicated geometries. With my eyes closed, my visions would be much more vivid and colorful, including eyes, skulls, and moving rainbow-colored patterns of great complexity, with shapes outlined by thin gray lines. I began to experience a strong feeling of constantly recurring awareness, very similar to déjà-vu, but much stronger, also very similar to about 2+ grams cubensis mushrooms. I also noticed a very interesting effect of the seeds which I had never experienced before, which I nicknamed the “sound well”. It started with a string of sounds, or concepts associated with sounds, such s the sound of drop of water, a hand clap, the image of a door closing, a radar “blip” noise, etc in a long string which seem to Doppler, or descend like a falling dropped object, downward through my head. This would repeat at irregular intervals, in exactly the same sequence, throughout the remainder of the experience. The effects of the seeds at no time threatened to be overpowering to the point of being unpleasant, as I consider myself to be somewhat experienced with the incredible stimuli brought on by a strong psychedelic experience, bombarded me with a vast array of thoughts and concepts at progressively greater speed. I recognized many of these topics as having been discussed in my recent past; in much the same way as a dream brings together fragments from events in the days prior. At the peak of my experience, much of the area surrounding the field I was in seemed to dissolve from my visual comprehension, not in a riot of visuals, but merely ceasing to be significant. I felt as though I was in the midst of a very lucid dream, and as though the field I was in was in fact a jutting plateau near a high cliff, bathed in a light that felt like sunlight, but brighter and more ethereal. The visuals had ceased to be as significant to the experience, and I became more focused on the stream of ideas I was having, although my friend and I would often spend long periods staring at the blue sky, which, with the positioning of the sun, took on the appearance of a huge morning glory bell. The transparent visuals and phantasms we were both seeing in the sky reminded my friend of the Aztec concept of Teotl, the composite male-female, life-giving force, symbolizing duality. I too was enraptured with similar op thinking about them. ideas, particularly with concepts of pre-Neolithic humanity, in the state of hunter gathering that various world religions depict as a “Garden of Eden” state. Although I am not religious, I became fascinated with these thoughts, and particularly with the notion that, when human beings accepted the inevitable growth and development that was associated with the most essential of human innovations, agriculture, humanity began a race against time to evolve into a more psychologically sound, cooperative species before their own technology destroyed them. This got me to thinking about humanities recent “close calls”, particularly with chemical and nuclear technology, and I began hoping, somewhat optimistically, that humanity would hopefully begin to mature at a greater rate, in order to keep up with its technology and curtail its self-destructive tendencies.
I attempted standing up and walking across the grass, and was able to handle myself quite well, although fortunately there was no one nearby to put me on my guard. When I rejoined my friend, he was sitting quietly, with a broad smile on his face, staring off at the nearby lake. We began to laugh, and tell some jokes, which seemed obscenely funny at the time, and began strewing handfuls of sunflowers from the trail mix bag around our carpet to the nearby ducks. The visual effects from the seeds, however, showed no signs of slowing in near future, and if anything, the distortion of the natural world seemed to increase substantially. The grass around us seemed to swirl and flow like water, and the closed eye visuals continued in a stream of abstract shapes, expansive exotic flowers, complicated geometric patterns and latticework, all evolving at a rapid yet comfortable pace. A large clump of oleander bushes nearby began to morph and swell, the spiky leaves turning into comical faces, and huge, bristling crystals or corals, expanding and twisting into new and different shapes. The same effect was seen in the bark of nearby trees, and the water of the lake took on the hyper-fluid, sensuous look that water often has when taking psychedelics. Eventually, as we began to focus a bit more on our immediate surroundings, we began to notice that we were surrounded in a large crowd of ducks, easily thirty or more, which we realized must be eating all the sunflower seeds we spread in the grass. Although the ducks in the arboretum are as wary of humans as any, these particular ones either did not deem us a threat, or were too hungry to care about approaching us. Many of them got so close that I was able to reach out and pet them, after which I had the sense to go and clean my hands in a drinking fountain. Sitting in the midst of this vast crowd gave me new thoughts, particularly when watching how these ducks behaved among one another. My friend remarked how similar their behavior was to large groups of people, particularly how a few of the more aggressive males would spend inordinate amounts of time attacking and chasing one another, for no discernible reason. The quacking and flapping of feathers even began to take on the characteristics of the hum and babble of a large crowd, such as one might hear at a large party. My friend, who has for some time suffered from moderate to strong social anxiety, made an excellent analogy, which I felt also partially applied to me; that we were compelled for great stretches of our lives to live among ducks with which we could not communicate. In this case, he was referring to the ranks of individuals with whom he had difficulty interacting and speaking to owing to many interests and values unshared between him and others. For example, although we have found friends who share, or are tolerant, of our mutual drug use and interests, it is often aggravating, particularity for my friend, that such things are not considered socially acceptable behaviors or topics of discussion. Also, the banality and focus on trivia that seems to make up so much of modern life is a source of great annoyance for us, and one which seemed exemplified in the seemingly random bustling, violence and ceaseless quacking of the ducks.
After watching them for some time further, we saw that it was getting rather late, and we packed up our things and moved to a different field where, about a month and a half before, we had had a strong DXM experience, which gave the area a special fondness for us. It was a field on a gentle rise, dotted with Algerian Oaks, from which you could see the mountains of the California coast range in far distance, with the sun setting behind them. We alternated for some time between talking about many different topics including social organization, and human relationships, and lying on the hill listening to the early evening birds in the oaks. The thought of going back home seemed, after the enjoyable time spent out in a semi-natural setting, almost repugnant, and for a few moments we were seized with the delusional impulse to camp outside for the rest of the night. However, after the night crept up on us, (which happened surprisingly quickly), we found that the combination of the sudden cold and hunger made heading back home a more attractive prospect. We stopped at a friend’s on the way home, and in consequence stayed the night at her place. After eating some pasta, my friend fell asleep fairly quickly, while I stayed awake and helped my friend finish an essay which turned out surprisingly well, considering the degree to which I was still affected (colorful residual patterns on many surfaces, and gently swirling carpets). Before going to sleep, I smoked a very small bowl of keif, which seemed to rekindle many of the effects from the seeds (particularity the “sound-well” effect, which then continued to occur every time I smoked cannabis for over a month afterwards). Then I finished the night with 3mg melatonin, and was able to sleep very well, waking up the next day feeling quite refreshed and cheerful.
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