When i took Datura, wrecklessly consumed half of a whole seed pot, skin husk seeds and all.
Not only that, the seed pod was dry. I was young, about 16 and completely unaware of what Datura actually was.
The reason why i took it, because i was told that it was a legal high. Not only that, i paid some asshole fucking 25 dollar for the goddamn hell that ensued.
So i consume this seed Pod on my lunch break at school, and manage to finish up my last class, before starting to really feel uncomfortable.
I began my walk home, and i remember looking down at the ground, and seeing my health card on the ground. The Month Previous to this, i had lost my health card twice, so i was desperately trying to pick up my health card off the ground, but no matter what i did, i couldn't it was as if my health card was part of the sidewalk. I had a "moment of clarity" before everything faded to black, but basically i remember looking up, and seeing that i was sitting in front of the police station of my City. Considering the highschool was only 2 blocks away, i realized i hadn't made it very far. As a Matter of fact, i was sitting on the ground, in the middle of the side walk, furiously scratching away at the concrete trying to pick up my health card. Once i made the realization that my health card was not actually there. the health card stood up verticle and started flipping its imprint into the concrete all the way down the side walk.
I heard laughter all around me, at this exact instant i stood up and frantically started my walk home i don't even taking the next set of steps in my journey.
Apparently this is where shit gets fucked. A Couple of my friends found me like in an Alley a few blocks away from my apartment Just stareing off into space, basically catatonic. Oddly enough, they escourted me home, and told me that despite not saying anything i had this look of relief on my face.
They took me home, and apparently this was just day one, of a two day, almost 3 day trip.
They noticed that my lips were dry, and i hadn't really closed my eyes, None of them had any idea what i took, and i was really starting to frighten my girlfriend because i actually hadn't said anywords. Apparently i was incredibly contained, just extremely catatonic.
When noon of the second day arrived and they saw that i was still fully pupil dialated, Mouth extremely dry, and eyes extremely red they put me into the bathtub with freezing cold water, which was where, i got my second moment of clarity, apparently as soon, as my fully clothed body was immersed in the water, i laughed and looked at my friends and said THERE YOU GUYS ARE, I'VE MISSED YOU, Hugging and like getting them all soaked with water.
Apparently this was my last moment of clarity before going catatonic one last time.
It was at this point my friends thought that i had totally lost it because i would make random and repetitive body gestures. When people would talk to me, i would make massive word salads that my friends thought were rather humorous.
The whole entire thing for me is an immense blur, i remember things like being led by a cowboy through the night, where, he was like training me to fight undead hordes in the Desert. Mind you I am 23 now, and oddly enough, i still have, memories that i know are stemming from that datura trip. While i was not showing any signs of fear on my physical form, i know that there is a part of my soul, that is forever changed because of Datura. I have never taken it again, and it actually took me about a year after trying it, to discover what it actually was.
This "drug" is not a drug, its a conciousness in a plant, that requires a central nervous system to be able to tell you its story, no different than mushrooms, But this one, is not one to be fucked with. It's seriously like being trapped in a nightmare with no real way to differentiate the difference between what is the dream, and what is actually going on.
I would suggest no one on here be wreckless with this. For about 2 months after that trip, i would wake up from nightmares every few nights that were so viscerally real and intense, it was actually like that hallucinatory cowboy who was leading me through the desert training me to fight the undead, was actually training me for an epic battle which was to occur in my dreams.
It really makes you question, the exact thickness of the curtain between us and the absolute unknown. Not saying that dream zombies are trying to take over our world by consuming our thought waves through sleep. But my goodness.
Anyways, thank you for reading.