[My boyfriend’s report follows mine; for him, the experience was less significant and he only has a few comments on it. We did converse about the day at length though, so my conclusion is actually drawn from both of our experiences.]
Sunday, April 27th, 2008 (4:30 p.m.)
S and I had made the decision a few weeks ago to possibly consider tripping on morning glory seeds- and sooner than we expected, we found ourselves in a gardening store, buying six packages of seeds: two of Heavenly Blue (at 2.5 gms. of seeds per pack) and four packages of Flying Saucers (at 2 grm. of seeds per pack) giving us 6.5 gms. of seeds each. They were of the Botanical Interests brand (which happened to be the only one available). Luckily for us, we live in Austin- so the odds of our finding seeds with a disclaimer such as “all…seeds are untreated…”* is pretty high.
After reading up on various methods of ingestion we decided against an extraction (not being able to procure petroleum ether, and because of the suspected decrease in potency with methods using anything but). Chewing the seeds was out of the question however, as S is still recovering from jaw surgery. We decided to put to use the pestle and mortar that had been given to us right before we moved. We ground them up to the consistency of light, loamy soil (with bits of seed husk still mixed in, but broken up). After that, we stuffed them in gel caps.
I had completely forgotten the plans for that day as I had been at work, and so forgot to not eat anything- I ate a vegetable stir-in the last thirty minutes of my shift at 2:30. S had eaten a light meal earlier in the day, just something to tide him over, as he knew he probably wouldn’t be eating anything else for awhile. He also remembered to take a chewable 1000 mg. Vitamin C, as well as a B-complex. I neglected to take either of those, as well as ate what I definitely usually considered too close to the time of the ingestion (I am prone to stomach discomfort with most substances).
I did, however, at least get in a large, strong mug of ginger root tea as a means to wash down the gel caps. S took his with Pepsi and a little orange juice. After that, we waited. I was seized by a sudden thought after a few minutes and grabbed some paint brushes and my ink pens, “just in case”. For some reason (probably due to the various people I had discussed morning glory seeds and a lot of the trip reports I read) I had the feeling that the experience was going to be peaceful, quiet, very relaxed, and playfully, lightly creative. We smoked some marijuana to pass the time, and laid around listening to our stomachs make odd noises as it started trying to digest what we had given it.
I first noticed weird gurgling around the twenty minute mark, which continued in frequency for the next twenty minutes or so. Towards the end of this period I had noticed an odd heaviness in my head and occasional swimming thoughts- although there was the possibility of it being placebo in conjunction with the pot and finally being off of work. My stomach was undeniable, however, and it then progressed into a new phase of noises, and more actual discomfort- there was the rise in a feeling of it turning the way it does on mushrooms, the odd, indescribable not-quite-nausea. This feeling would continue on throughout the night, occasionally becoming less or more noticeable depending on how I moved about. Various pains would also follow, moving from my stomach to other parts of my abdomen as I felt the seeds were probably being digested. It was honestly not that bad however, and I say that as a person who has vomited on literally 85% of the substances I have taken at least once. The biggest factor was how long it persisted for- it just never came to a head and caused such intense discomfort that I was overwhelmed.
At the end of the first hour I noticed what I definitely believed to be a slightly altered sense of perception- aided by the music that had allowed me to just drift in a very pleasant headspace. Musical synesthesia was overwhelming when I closed my eyes; there were visions there, but they were just out of eye range. They were viewed deep up in my mind instead of on the screen behind my eyelids. I had the impression that I could see figures and shapes, but I believe I was still imagining anything that could be considered specific (although I guess my imagination was running wild).
We had been smoking this entre time, which I believe helped combat the nausea that seemed to want to swell up inside of me. At one point I asked S, who was having less stomach discomfort than I, if he would make me more tea (ginger and green tea), and then I would just call it quits and deal with the unhappy organ. While he was making it I moved over to the opposite side of the bed, so as to bask in the sunshine through the window and gaze out at the sky. This is where I would quite contentedly remain for most of the rest of the evening. A little while after we had settled back in to our respective positions, our neighbor came over to hang out for a bit (it wasn’t awkward, he’s a long-time friend of ours). This, of course, led to more smoking. We told him what was up, and we all just lounged around, talking and smoking from time to time.
I was very compelled to lie on my side, propped up, and periodically curl up into a ball. Getting up to open the door and let in our friend had set off some annoyingly sharp pains in my stomach that where appearing more frequently. This in turn caused a bit more turning in the stomach- of which the remedy for was to smoke and continue basking in music in and sunlight. At one point I was possessed by an intrigue in the ink pens I had placed next to the bed. I set up everything in the window sill, and then just started doodling. When I switched to green ink I stated drawing basic shapes- and a bright green poppy pod, far better drawn than anything I am usually capable of, appeared on the page. At S’s request the flower followed. When I had finished I propped it in the window to dry, while quietly pleased with the work (I am not generally know to exhibit talent when it comes to drawing or painting- whenever I do possess it, however, it usually involves the replication of flora).
After some time, S and M decided that they wanted to go smoke a cigarette, and procure some music things from next door. While they were gone I had pulled myself up, sitting with my back to the wall. I started staring at a large, white coffee cup, and loosened the focus of my eyes. The reflection in the cup was initially that of me back against the wall, with shadows dancing around me as the trees out the window were tossed by the wind. Forms started appearing- I started getting the impression of it showing someone other than myself, and there would every so often “appear” to have other human feeling figures showing up around the edges. I sat, lost in this for a few moments.
They came back after a while with a couple of synthesizers that added quite well to the keyboard and various other instruments. They proceeded to start messing around, lost in their own thoughts, playing things together and just experimenting. When I followed the music, I felt swiftly carried along by what S was playing in particular- I felt that I had tapped into his trip vibe. The notes seemed to vibrate the air and blanket around me; this buzzing I could feel in my bones. It was a very peculiar, very relaxing feeling.
I was suddenly aroused from my lethargy by hunger- I came back with a piece of mushroom pizza and some vegetable lo mein. I devoured the pizza, but only ate a few (large) bites of the lo mein- it was too oily, and I feared it would make the discomfort worse. S was hungry as well- he ate while playing with the synthesizer. The food really did help my discomfort, perhaps it helped pushed the seeds out of my stomach? Whatever it did, the post-consuming digestive lethargy set in and greatly expanded the sedation from the seeds. The sun was setting, the room was getting dark, and there was only a bedside table lamp and the last rays of day for light. I lay on my pile of pillows, eyes unfocused and half-closed, gazing out the window, content in my total relaxation and lack of will to move.
Drifting in and out of what felt like sleep (essentially, I was nodding) was very peaceful and euphoric. My thoughts became very vivid mental imagery riding along the crests of the musical waves hanging gently, with each note a faint twinkle, in the air of the apartment. It was the most elegant, simple morphing of closed-eye visions and very lucid dreaming I have ever come across, and all of it was deeply sculpted and edged off by the music. It was beautiful; because it was all technically deep in my mind’s eye and not being projected onto the theater screen of the closed eye, the imagery and feelings seemed to exist very finely on top of what I was actually looking at when I looked around the room.
This was the twinkling, celestial mood place that I hovered in until S asked if I wanted to play with the synthesizer. I am not very gifted with making music- I can read sheet music, that’s about it. I started concentrating on making sounds that I could later morph into almost sounding like words. S lay at my side, playing along with me, and we went back and form altering and adjusting the noises each one was concocting. Simple things such as the repetitions of the arpeggiator seemed entrancing to me, so much that M finally made a joking comment about it.
Once we had all grown bored with the instruments (and in the case of S and myself, very tired), I went outside to get on the internet while S and M smoked cigarettes. M went back to his apartment to cook dinner, while S and I waited for said dinner to be ready. A little after ten we all sat down and had dinner at M’s apartment with his girlfriend. By then the only truly noticeable effects of the seeds were an intense lethargy and some realistic flu ad cold symptoms- feeling cold, kind of shaky, with an odd, turning stomach. We devoured the pasta, declining the vodka that was offered.
There ceased to be any noticeable effects after this point other than tiredness… in fact at one point I had the feeling that I was coming off of the seeds because I felt as if I suddenly had a bit more energy than I had possessed all day. My sleep that night was very deep; however I was able to wake up at nine the next morning for work. I was very sedate all throughout the next day, as was S. The stomach discomfort remained, gradually growing less and less over the next day. I felt a deep compulsion to eat foods with very high fiber contents- apples, carrots, whole-grain breads, etc. during the days following as a means to appease my digestive system.
*Remember, untreated seeds are the best way to go to make sure that you don’t ingest really gross things like chemical sprays and pesticides.
[S’s Comments]
When the effects of the seeds became evident, so did the intense discomfort in my body. I felt them being digested, over-aware of my body’s actions. I experienced what felt like the stopping of digestion, and it almost hurt. This was followed by a feeling of euphoria, but unlike what I expected to feel. I was very calm through all of this, given the sedating nature of the seeds. I relaxed, but did not find the effects inspiring in any way. It did not feel psychedelic in any way, yet my inhibitions were lowered, and my reactions to things seemed rhythmic.
M and I began to play music, using a drum machine, guitar, synthesizer, and keyboard. The way we usually play is we begin a drum beat or some repeated line, and start to mess around with a melody. Usually it takes me a while to adjust to the way someone is playing, but this afternoon, I was able to form ideas about the music very quickly and easily. After we had been playing for a while, M left, and I invited Nikol to play on the synth together. So we laid on our bed and began to play, reflecting each other’s creativity. I think we were very in-tune at this point, and it allowed me to enjoy the seeds a lot more. The feeling still wasn’t the best, but we were experiencing something together, and that was most important. We had never played music together before, and it was a joyous and fun experience for both of us.
We ate a little while later, at our friend’s apartment next door. We had become increasingly tired as the night went on, and we left some short time after we finished eating.
Morning glory seeds really did turn out to be almost exactly as I had imagined- in fact they were better given that I did not vomit has I had been almost certain I would. The high was very subtle, very definitely contingent on how sedating it was- I felt as if the reason I enjoyed it so much was because of how little I did. It was nice; that was what made it so relaxing. Normally I am a fairly motivated person- even if I am lounging about it is likely that I am writing or studying. This was very nice, however, as a way to block out a lot of that and just nod- comparable to opiates but with a euphoria more similar to benzodiazepines.
S’s main satisfaction with the experience was derived from the time that we spent together, and how it allowed us to interact in ways that we had never had before.
I have no inhibitions against trying this again; however I would make sure to use Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds simply to guard against more nausea by ingesting fewer seeds. S is in agreement with me here (he actually had wanted to experiment with LSA through HBWR, not morning glories; it was my insistence that caused us to use them). Overall, we felt that the experience was a positive thing, we simply differ in that he does not regard it as necessarily noteworthy.
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Sunday, April 27th, 2008 (4:30 p.m.)
S and I had made the decision a few weeks ago to possibly consider tripping on morning glory seeds- and sooner than we expected, we found ourselves in a gardening store, buying six packages of seeds: two of Heavenly Blue (at 2.5 gms. of seeds per pack) and four packages of Flying Saucers (at 2 grm. of seeds per pack) giving us 6.5 gms. of seeds each. They were of the Botanical Interests brand (which happened to be the only one available). Luckily for us, we live in Austin- so the odds of our finding seeds with a disclaimer such as “all…seeds are untreated…”* is pretty high.
After reading up on various methods of ingestion we decided against an extraction (not being able to procure petroleum ether, and because of the suspected decrease in potency with methods using anything but). Chewing the seeds was out of the question however, as S is still recovering from jaw surgery. We decided to put to use the pestle and mortar that had been given to us right before we moved. We ground them up to the consistency of light, loamy soil (with bits of seed husk still mixed in, but broken up). After that, we stuffed them in gel caps.
I had completely forgotten the plans for that day as I had been at work, and so forgot to not eat anything- I ate a vegetable stir-in the last thirty minutes of my shift at 2:30. S had eaten a light meal earlier in the day, just something to tide him over, as he knew he probably wouldn’t be eating anything else for awhile. He also remembered to take a chewable 1000 mg. Vitamin C, as well as a B-complex. I neglected to take either of those, as well as ate what I definitely usually considered too close to the time of the ingestion (I am prone to stomach discomfort with most substances).
I did, however, at least get in a large, strong mug of ginger root tea as a means to wash down the gel caps. S took his with Pepsi and a little orange juice. After that, we waited. I was seized by a sudden thought after a few minutes and grabbed some paint brushes and my ink pens, “just in case”. For some reason (probably due to the various people I had discussed morning glory seeds and a lot of the trip reports I read) I had the feeling that the experience was going to be peaceful, quiet, very relaxed, and playfully, lightly creative. We smoked some marijuana to pass the time, and laid around listening to our stomachs make odd noises as it started trying to digest what we had given it.
I first noticed weird gurgling around the twenty minute mark, which continued in frequency for the next twenty minutes or so. Towards the end of this period I had noticed an odd heaviness in my head and occasional swimming thoughts- although there was the possibility of it being placebo in conjunction with the pot and finally being off of work. My stomach was undeniable, however, and it then progressed into a new phase of noises, and more actual discomfort- there was the rise in a feeling of it turning the way it does on mushrooms, the odd, indescribable not-quite-nausea. This feeling would continue on throughout the night, occasionally becoming less or more noticeable depending on how I moved about. Various pains would also follow, moving from my stomach to other parts of my abdomen as I felt the seeds were probably being digested. It was honestly not that bad however, and I say that as a person who has vomited on literally 85% of the substances I have taken at least once. The biggest factor was how long it persisted for- it just never came to a head and caused such intense discomfort that I was overwhelmed.
At the end of the first hour I noticed what I definitely believed to be a slightly altered sense of perception- aided by the music that had allowed me to just drift in a very pleasant headspace. Musical synesthesia was overwhelming when I closed my eyes; there were visions there, but they were just out of eye range. They were viewed deep up in my mind instead of on the screen behind my eyelids. I had the impression that I could see figures and shapes, but I believe I was still imagining anything that could be considered specific (although I guess my imagination was running wild).
We had been smoking this entre time, which I believe helped combat the nausea that seemed to want to swell up inside of me. At one point I asked S, who was having less stomach discomfort than I, if he would make me more tea (ginger and green tea), and then I would just call it quits and deal with the unhappy organ. While he was making it I moved over to the opposite side of the bed, so as to bask in the sunshine through the window and gaze out at the sky. This is where I would quite contentedly remain for most of the rest of the evening. A little while after we had settled back in to our respective positions, our neighbor came over to hang out for a bit (it wasn’t awkward, he’s a long-time friend of ours). This, of course, led to more smoking. We told him what was up, and we all just lounged around, talking and smoking from time to time.
I was very compelled to lie on my side, propped up, and periodically curl up into a ball. Getting up to open the door and let in our friend had set off some annoyingly sharp pains in my stomach that where appearing more frequently. This in turn caused a bit more turning in the stomach- of which the remedy for was to smoke and continue basking in music in and sunlight. At one point I was possessed by an intrigue in the ink pens I had placed next to the bed. I set up everything in the window sill, and then just started doodling. When I switched to green ink I stated drawing basic shapes- and a bright green poppy pod, far better drawn than anything I am usually capable of, appeared on the page. At S’s request the flower followed. When I had finished I propped it in the window to dry, while quietly pleased with the work (I am not generally know to exhibit talent when it comes to drawing or painting- whenever I do possess it, however, it usually involves the replication of flora).
After some time, S and M decided that they wanted to go smoke a cigarette, and procure some music things from next door. While they were gone I had pulled myself up, sitting with my back to the wall. I started staring at a large, white coffee cup, and loosened the focus of my eyes. The reflection in the cup was initially that of me back against the wall, with shadows dancing around me as the trees out the window were tossed by the wind. Forms started appearing- I started getting the impression of it showing someone other than myself, and there would every so often “appear” to have other human feeling figures showing up around the edges. I sat, lost in this for a few moments.
They came back after a while with a couple of synthesizers that added quite well to the keyboard and various other instruments. They proceeded to start messing around, lost in their own thoughts, playing things together and just experimenting. When I followed the music, I felt swiftly carried along by what S was playing in particular- I felt that I had tapped into his trip vibe. The notes seemed to vibrate the air and blanket around me; this buzzing I could feel in my bones. It was a very peculiar, very relaxing feeling.
I was suddenly aroused from my lethargy by hunger- I came back with a piece of mushroom pizza and some vegetable lo mein. I devoured the pizza, but only ate a few (large) bites of the lo mein- it was too oily, and I feared it would make the discomfort worse. S was hungry as well- he ate while playing with the synthesizer. The food really did help my discomfort, perhaps it helped pushed the seeds out of my stomach? Whatever it did, the post-consuming digestive lethargy set in and greatly expanded the sedation from the seeds. The sun was setting, the room was getting dark, and there was only a bedside table lamp and the last rays of day for light. I lay on my pile of pillows, eyes unfocused and half-closed, gazing out the window, content in my total relaxation and lack of will to move.
Drifting in and out of what felt like sleep (essentially, I was nodding) was very peaceful and euphoric. My thoughts became very vivid mental imagery riding along the crests of the musical waves hanging gently, with each note a faint twinkle, in the air of the apartment. It was the most elegant, simple morphing of closed-eye visions and very lucid dreaming I have ever come across, and all of it was deeply sculpted and edged off by the music. It was beautiful; because it was all technically deep in my mind’s eye and not being projected onto the theater screen of the closed eye, the imagery and feelings seemed to exist very finely on top of what I was actually looking at when I looked around the room.
This was the twinkling, celestial mood place that I hovered in until S asked if I wanted to play with the synthesizer. I am not very gifted with making music- I can read sheet music, that’s about it. I started concentrating on making sounds that I could later morph into almost sounding like words. S lay at my side, playing along with me, and we went back and form altering and adjusting the noises each one was concocting. Simple things such as the repetitions of the arpeggiator seemed entrancing to me, so much that M finally made a joking comment about it.
Once we had all grown bored with the instruments (and in the case of S and myself, very tired), I went outside to get on the internet while S and M smoked cigarettes. M went back to his apartment to cook dinner, while S and I waited for said dinner to be ready. A little after ten we all sat down and had dinner at M’s apartment with his girlfriend. By then the only truly noticeable effects of the seeds were an intense lethargy and some realistic flu ad cold symptoms- feeling cold, kind of shaky, with an odd, turning stomach. We devoured the pasta, declining the vodka that was offered.
There ceased to be any noticeable effects after this point other than tiredness… in fact at one point I had the feeling that I was coming off of the seeds because I felt as if I suddenly had a bit more energy than I had possessed all day. My sleep that night was very deep; however I was able to wake up at nine the next morning for work. I was very sedate all throughout the next day, as was S. The stomach discomfort remained, gradually growing less and less over the next day. I felt a deep compulsion to eat foods with very high fiber contents- apples, carrots, whole-grain breads, etc. during the days following as a means to appease my digestive system.
*Remember, untreated seeds are the best way to go to make sure that you don’t ingest really gross things like chemical sprays and pesticides.
[S’s Comments]
When the effects of the seeds became evident, so did the intense discomfort in my body. I felt them being digested, over-aware of my body’s actions. I experienced what felt like the stopping of digestion, and it almost hurt. This was followed by a feeling of euphoria, but unlike what I expected to feel. I was very calm through all of this, given the sedating nature of the seeds. I relaxed, but did not find the effects inspiring in any way. It did not feel psychedelic in any way, yet my inhibitions were lowered, and my reactions to things seemed rhythmic.
M and I began to play music, using a drum machine, guitar, synthesizer, and keyboard. The way we usually play is we begin a drum beat or some repeated line, and start to mess around with a melody. Usually it takes me a while to adjust to the way someone is playing, but this afternoon, I was able to form ideas about the music very quickly and easily. After we had been playing for a while, M left, and I invited Nikol to play on the synth together. So we laid on our bed and began to play, reflecting each other’s creativity. I think we were very in-tune at this point, and it allowed me to enjoy the seeds a lot more. The feeling still wasn’t the best, but we were experiencing something together, and that was most important. We had never played music together before, and it was a joyous and fun experience for both of us.
We ate a little while later, at our friend’s apartment next door. We had become increasingly tired as the night went on, and we left some short time after we finished eating.
Morning glory seeds really did turn out to be almost exactly as I had imagined- in fact they were better given that I did not vomit has I had been almost certain I would. The high was very subtle, very definitely contingent on how sedating it was- I felt as if the reason I enjoyed it so much was because of how little I did. It was nice; that was what made it so relaxing. Normally I am a fairly motivated person- even if I am lounging about it is likely that I am writing or studying. This was very nice, however, as a way to block out a lot of that and just nod- comparable to opiates but with a euphoria more similar to benzodiazepines.
S’s main satisfaction with the experience was derived from the time that we spent together, and how it allowed us to interact in ways that we had never had before.
I have no inhibitions against trying this again; however I would make sure to use Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds simply to guard against more nausea by ingesting fewer seeds. S is in agreement with me here (he actually had wanted to experiment with LSA through HBWR, not morning glories; it was my insistence that caused us to use them). Overall, we felt that the experience was a positive thing, we simply differ in that he does not regard it as necessarily noteworthy.
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). This is really interesting and even more interesting given that you have posted another story or two here from your faerie book of psychedelic trips so that you are building a portrayal of how your mind operates here for whoever is interested. 