Oh Datura, I remember way back when i was Child, so tender and innocent.
Here i was on a "naturals kick" I love Pot and Mushrooms, and sometimes Morning Glory seeds and Mescaline.
Dude comes up to me while i'm at high school saying "hey kid i got this pod full of acid seeds from the internet you want some"
I'm like Fuck yeah i do. So I buy a pod off of this son of a bitch for 20 dollars. I remember it looking like the most unfriendly fruit i've ever seen.
I cracked that mother fucker open. and noticed that the seed pod structure resembled a brain. and i ate the whole thing and joke about how i just ate my brain. (ha-ha)
Anyways, My stupidity without realizing that this shit clown didn't actually sell me some HBRW seeds and it was a cluster fuck of datura.
I went back to class. I made it through my last period only noting an incredibly dry mouth, Insanely Light head.
When i got outside the sun was so bright i felt like it was going to melt my corneas. I walked passed the police station which was one block away from my highschool.
I notice that my identification card, i had lost 3 weeks previously, is just sitting there on the concrete, In front of the police station. The exact same street i've crossed every single day back and forth multiple times for school and work. Bam, just sitting there.
So, i try to pick it up. But it is some how inside of the concrete. Like it's in there, i cannot get it out. The idea that this is happening frustrates me so much i continuously scratch at the concrete until my fingers are bleeding. Then i get this notion. What i dubbed, the final moment of sobriety.
That, here i am in broad day light, scratching at the concrete trying to get something i know is lost.
So i start walking. This is when i black out. I remember subtle parts. But not all of it.
My friends who lived down the hall from me in my apartment building at the time, found me roaming the train tracks.
Matt's little brother got dosed on them, and spent 6 weeks in a psych ward because of it and he didn't want that to happen to me.
So they basically brought me back to the apartment and kept track of me.
The locked the apartment and barred the balcony with the couches as i became their 3 days long entertainment piece.
Apparently there was a party raging around me at one point. For real, as they held a party. Apparently during the party. I was mostly catatonic staring at the wall.
As people guzzeled alcohol and became their demons it was hard for me to be in that room. But the corner of the wall they said must have been giving me so good shit.
"because man you talked to it for like hours!"
I had incredibly single sided conversations with people who weren't there. Apparently many of them about the desert and being lost man, so lost.
But then someone would show up, and i wouldn't be talking to the real people. I would be getting MAD about talking to the real people.
So they let me talk to the imaginary people. They tried to give me cigarettes and glasses of water, while i was lost in this phantom daze.
But the real things bothered me on so many existential levels i couldn't even begin.
They said, i was probably the calmest, yet most foul mouthed person they have ever seen on datura.
Probably because it is like a state of complete and total disassociation verging on possession and surrendering ones soul to a higher power which is almost demonic//insectoid in origin to keep you alive.
For about 3 weeks after the experience. All font, I mean ALL font, would scramble and spell different things.
Like i would try to write what i was reading in a book because it was a book by Carlos Castaneda which used to be insightful to me.
But for 3 weeks after all font would scramble. I finally snapped thinking i was never going to be the same again. Instead of going to a normal doctor.
I went to an eye doctor. She told me that my pupils on the inside look like they have been extremely stressed. She gave me some eye drops. I told her i had been reading alot.
Magically I Returned// Turned Into the person you are talking with today.
I'm 28 now. I've only been Dosed on it once.
I watched a whole entire park this summer full of kids, find some old ladies datura bushes.
And do them all summer long, and now they are all drop outs who are like mentally retarded.
Watch yourself with that shit. It's a Tropane Alkaloid.
There is something almost HEDONISTIC about it, in the sheer amount of excess it can take you on.
But watch yourself. This plant is meant for divining. I don't recommend people doing it in an unceremonious setting with a HANDFUL of trip sitters who CAN retrain you.
