His Name Is Frank
Bluelight Crew
I wanted my first time with morning glory seeds to be in the daytime, but since I work six days a week, I decided to go ahead and try them the first chance I had.
4:00pm- I crushed 400 seeds in a coffee grinder after washing and drying them. I repeated this for my ex-gf.
5:30pm- We both eat the powder with peach ice cream. She mixed it in and I ate a spoonful with each bite of ice cream. The taste wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Very similar to mushrooms, IMO.
6:00pm- Begin to feel a change. Similar to the beginning of a roll. It fades away. I pop in the movie Sunshine while I wait.
7:00pm- Still no trip as of yet. Nausea has set in for both me and my ex. She has given up on us tripping. I tell her that I didn't care. A realization has come to me. We spend so much time wanting to trip. To try and distance ourselves from reality and connect with that unseen world around us. It's always there and will always be. Patiently waiting. As should we. I was perfectly OK either way.
8:00pm- My ex comes into the room from putting on her make-up. "Get up and walk around!" ,she tells me. "It makes a huge difference!" That and the pot she smoked made a difference, I'm sure. I'm on probation so I wasn't able to smoke with her. Her pupils are big, beautiful shining orbs.
8:20pm- She is still in the back bedroom putting on her make-up. A joker grin has found its way onto my face and grows bigger every time I feel her getting closer to coming in the room. She finally comes in and asks me if her make-up looks OK. She says her hands are shaking so bad that she's having a hell of a time putting it on. I tell her she looks fine. Even though watching tv is about one of the most boring things you can do, it seems pretty interesting at the moment. The light all around the tv is shining to the point where it is spilling out and there are colorful swirls zooming around in the background,
8:40pm- Her friend, Tracy, shows up. They had made plans to go out to the club earlier. They want me to go, to which I politely replied, "Fuck no!" Tracy asked what was up with us. We were both grinning from ear to ear. I tell her about the seeds and realize how silly it all must seem to someone who doesn't do ANYTHING but drink, like Tracy.
9:15pm- They both leave and I'm finally alone. Immediately, every ounce of energy leaves my body and I become a silly, melting mess on the couch. Closed eye visuals are definitely on the agenda. I bounce back and forth from this stage to nausea for the next hour or so.
10:30pm- I finally know I'm about to puke. I go to the toilet and dry heave a couple of times, followed by a small vomiting spree. More dry heaves and vomiting follow. After vomiting the second time, I feel like a lightswitch has been clicked on in my head. I feel so much better and different. Still tripping, just not nearly as out of control as before. And no nausea!
11:15pm- I came back to my place and got on the computer. It was kind of hard to type, with the letters moving around. I called my ex to check up on her. She's a giggling mess. Turns out *gasp! I was right. Going to the bar while tripping wasn't such a good idea after all. Who woulda thunk it? She spent the night trying to mask her trip. That's never a good thing.
12:15pm- She finally made it home. Still goofy, still tripping, still my ex. But, I love her and glad she's back. A mutual friend brought her home since Tracy was now drunk beyond all repair. No worries. She had a ride home, too. Anyways, this mutual friend is an avid lover of psychedelics. When we explained to him about Morning Glory Seeds, he quickly left to Wal-Mart and I haven't seen him since.
12:30pm- We enjoy the next hour or so talking and just having fun. Later on, we eat some Waffle House and drift blissfully off to sleep.
The next time, I'm going to try at least 650 seeds. Also, I'm going to make sure I start early in the moring and I'm going to our local park. It's a great park with a lot of trails. All and all, my visuals weren't that strong, but my environment was an apartment after all. The experience was great and the insight was much needed. Thanks, LSA!
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4:00pm- I crushed 400 seeds in a coffee grinder after washing and drying them. I repeated this for my ex-gf.
5:30pm- We both eat the powder with peach ice cream. She mixed it in and I ate a spoonful with each bite of ice cream. The taste wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Very similar to mushrooms, IMO.
6:00pm- Begin to feel a change. Similar to the beginning of a roll. It fades away. I pop in the movie Sunshine while I wait.
7:00pm- Still no trip as of yet. Nausea has set in for both me and my ex. She has given up on us tripping. I tell her that I didn't care. A realization has come to me. We spend so much time wanting to trip. To try and distance ourselves from reality and connect with that unseen world around us. It's always there and will always be. Patiently waiting. As should we. I was perfectly OK either way.
8:00pm- My ex comes into the room from putting on her make-up. "Get up and walk around!" ,she tells me. "It makes a huge difference!" That and the pot she smoked made a difference, I'm sure. I'm on probation so I wasn't able to smoke with her. Her pupils are big, beautiful shining orbs.
8:20pm- She is still in the back bedroom putting on her make-up. A joker grin has found its way onto my face and grows bigger every time I feel her getting closer to coming in the room. She finally comes in and asks me if her make-up looks OK. She says her hands are shaking so bad that she's having a hell of a time putting it on. I tell her she looks fine. Even though watching tv is about one of the most boring things you can do, it seems pretty interesting at the moment. The light all around the tv is shining to the point where it is spilling out and there are colorful swirls zooming around in the background,
8:40pm- Her friend, Tracy, shows up. They had made plans to go out to the club earlier. They want me to go, to which I politely replied, "Fuck no!" Tracy asked what was up with us. We were both grinning from ear to ear. I tell her about the seeds and realize how silly it all must seem to someone who doesn't do ANYTHING but drink, like Tracy.
9:15pm- They both leave and I'm finally alone. Immediately, every ounce of energy leaves my body and I become a silly, melting mess on the couch. Closed eye visuals are definitely on the agenda. I bounce back and forth from this stage to nausea for the next hour or so.
10:30pm- I finally know I'm about to puke. I go to the toilet and dry heave a couple of times, followed by a small vomiting spree. More dry heaves and vomiting follow. After vomiting the second time, I feel like a lightswitch has been clicked on in my head. I feel so much better and different. Still tripping, just not nearly as out of control as before. And no nausea!
11:15pm- I came back to my place and got on the computer. It was kind of hard to type, with the letters moving around. I called my ex to check up on her. She's a giggling mess. Turns out *gasp! I was right. Going to the bar while tripping wasn't such a good idea after all. Who woulda thunk it? She spent the night trying to mask her trip. That's never a good thing.
12:15pm- She finally made it home. Still goofy, still tripping, still my ex. But, I love her and glad she's back. A mutual friend brought her home since Tracy was now drunk beyond all repair. No worries. She had a ride home, too. Anyways, this mutual friend is an avid lover of psychedelics. When we explained to him about Morning Glory Seeds, he quickly left to Wal-Mart and I haven't seen him since.
12:30pm- We enjoy the next hour or so talking and just having fun. Later on, we eat some Waffle House and drift blissfully off to sleep.
The next time, I'm going to try at least 650 seeds. Also, I'm going to make sure I start early in the moring and I'm going to our local park. It's a great park with a lot of trails. All and all, my visuals weren't that strong, but my environment was an apartment after all. The experience was great and the insight was much needed. Thanks, LSA!
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seems that there must be something strong there.. some materialistic reign over me.. I read somewhere that amphetamines cause permenant anxiety.. I have a deep love for MDMA but sometimes I wonder if I need to let her go.. I'm always trying to mirror the experience when I trip and then as you know it becomes something much more and again.. I panic 8) 
