( This is long detailed description of the affects of Morning Glory seeds, which I hope Ya'all will find interesting. if you'd rather read about whether smoking in ones car causes more accidents, or flame Ed, hit 'n' now) Seeing as there were a few questions on Morining Glory seeds, and seeing As I *have* tried them, I thought I'd pass along some tips I've garnered on consuming them, as well as a description of the high. Earlier this year, I downloaded the 'Natutal-High' FAQ. The description of Morning Glory seeds, as well as earlier discussion about them on the net (last year some people described their experiences with them) prompted me to take them. (I've never tried LSD, and the FAQ said that the seeds constained LSA, some sort of chemical cousin of LSD. This added further impetus to my desire to try them.) Based on my own empirical testing of the commonly available MG seeds, the ones labeled 'Heavenly Blue' are the ones you want. The other seed types seemed to have little physchoative affect. I purchased the seeds from two different companies Northrop King (NK), where the seed origin is Holland, and Olds, which grows their seed here in my hometown (Madison WI.). The easiest time to find MG seeds (or most other commonly sold seeds) is in the Spring, when they are sold at supermarkets, hardware stores, etc. Play it safe. Before you consume the seeds, wash them. This is not to prevent nausea, because even untreated MG seeds are probably going to make you feel sick. The LSA, and the chemicals that make you feel sick are all there *because* the plant does not want you eating its seeds. Washing them removes any dirt and fungacides which may be on the seeds - things you probably don't want to eat. I used a strainer (the kind used for noodles) to clean the seeds. Place all the seeds in the strainer and run luke warm water over them for a minute or two. You might want to use a little dishwashing liquid too. After washing them, its time to consume them. The FAQ said LSA is water soluble, so ideally you would grind up the seeds (a pepper grinder works well) and soak them in water. Soak the seeds for an hour or two. Strain the water through a coffee filter and drink the blackish-green water. Alas, in my own experience (described below) the effect of the seeds is much stronger if you actually drink the ground up seeds with the water. I've tried MG seeds on three occasions, all within a two week period a about a month ago. The first time a friend and I consumed five 1.5 gram packs between us. We ground up the seeds and put them in tea bags, which we soaked in hot water for about 10 minutes. After a few hours we both concluded that they had done little for us. We both just felt a liitle 'weird' for a few hours. On the up side, neither of us felt sick after drinking our 'tea'. Being the stubborn person that I am (I am a programmer after all ;-) ) I was determined to see if there was anything to MG seeds. On the second occasion I consumed six 1.2 ounce packs of seeds. On this occasion I ground up the seeds and put soaked them in some water for about an hour. I then drank the entire mess. In anticipation of feeling sick, I hopped on my bicycle (it was a cold spring night) and rode around the city. I had been hoping that the bike riding would keep my mind off any sickness. I started to feel sick after about half an hour. It started to get real bad (the nausea) after 45 minutes. I had brought some pot with me just in case, and after smoking a little almost all the nausea went away. Unfortunatley, I was now high, so I could't really observe the MG seeds as they came on :-). After about an hour I still felt nothing (besides being high) and concluded prematurely that the seeds had done nothing. However, As I was riding home, I began to feel *real* weird. My field of view seemed to expand, and the entire sky looked enourmous. The bike ride home was fantastic. I really can't explain the high -- I now understand why people say you can't describe LSD to people who have never used it. The affects wore off after about four hours, but I had a lot of trouble sleeping that night. On the third occasion I was with my brother. This time I tried NINE 1.5 gram packs of ONLY heavenly blue seeds. Note that on the other two times I had mixed different types of seeds. My brother tried only other varieties of seeds. Again I ground up the seeds, soaked them in some water, and drank the entire mix. This was to be the start of a huge, often unenjoyable trip for me. My brother (who *has* tried acid) said that he felt very little (that's why I recommend the Heavenly Blue seeds), but that what he did feel was like the end of an acid trip. About an hour after eating the seeds, I began to feel sick. (we ate the seeds at about eight at night). I would feel sick on and off during the entire trip until about six in the morning, when I finally blew chunks. This did not, however, end the trip. The affects of the high/trip came on very gradually, over some hours. After staying with my brother for a few hours, I decided to try to bike home. This was something of a mistake. Riding home was difficult, as everything seemed strange and alien. I ride my bike a lot (I don't own a car) yet even my bike seemed foreign -- I had trouble telling where my body ended and the bike began. I also started experiencing visual hallucinations -- I saw red and green lights and my vision seemed soft and fuzzy. As cars passed by me, their headlights seemed to shine through the back of my head. I also started to get *real* paranoid and self-conscious. When I got to my apartment, I saw that my roommate was still up. I was feeling so weird and paranoid that I felt I couldn't deal with talking to him. So I wandered around my neighborhood late at night on my bike, paranoid sick and tripping. That part was truly awfull. I began to worry that that the seeds had been treated with Mercury and that I had permanently lost my mind. After what seemed like days (actually only about an hour) I returned to my apartment, where to my relief I found my roommate had gone to bed. Feeling I might throwup, I went to the bathroom. In the mirror I noticed that my pupils were fully dialated, and I spent several hours looking at myself in the mirror. Near the end of this time the skin all over my body seemed to be moving and crawling as I looked at it. This scared me pretty bad, so I went to my room to try to sleep. (I still don't know whether or not my skin was actually crawling, but it sure looked like it.) I coulnd't sleep - my bed, the room, everything was wrong. Also, I kept seeing these strange lights - not really in the room, but more inside myself. Some of them were pretty ornate and seemed to be moving. This may sound cool, but it was *extremely* unpleasant. At that time I would have given anything to stop the experience and roll over and go to bed. Around 6:00 in the morning I finally hurled, but I still felt weird. The REALLY STUPID thing was that I did this during a weekday, and I had to go to work the next day. Not having slept at all, I went into work still feeling pretty shook up, but I made it through the day. Overall it was a pretty nasty experience. I guess you'd say I had a bad trip. On the plus side, I did have a few interesting thoughts. The old philosophical mind/body problem seemed to become a non-problem. At one point while I was looking at myself in the mirror, and struggling with my nausea, the sick feeling suddenly became entirely a mental phenomena. I came to see my body as a mental thing, merely an extension or lower part of my entire being. This was something I actually experienced, not just an intellectual realization. So rather than having ones mind a product of the body/brain it seemed just the opposite to me. Also, I found myself thinking about the quote from (I think) Socrates which goes something something like 'All I know is that I know nothing'. I know this may sound sophomoric, but the truth of this statement dumb- founded me. All our knowledge of 'things' or phenomena is ultimately relative, referring to other things or phenomena. Science is just a more rigorous way of classifying/observing/predicting things. But ultimately we remain completely stupid -- we can never know what something is. This seemed a fundamental truth, no matter how advanced we ever get technologically. The world seemed like a very crazy, random, chaotic place - like a giant zoo, with everybody living in it for completely different reasons. These thoughts really depressed me at the time. Phew. Well, this has gotten long. In conclusion, I don't know if I'll ever try MG seeds again. The length of my last experience with them, plus the nausea and depression outweighed the positive aspects of it. If MG seeds are at all like LSD (which I haven't tried), its probably easier just to stick to acid. However, if you do try them, I'd recommend taking no more than six 1.5 gram packs of seeds. Regards, -Eric theboo@saavik.cs.wisc.edu theboo@picard.cs.wisc.edu ============================================================================= Newsgroups: alt.drugs From: an19563@anon.penet.fi (Aqualung) Subject: my night on morning glory seeds Message-ID: <1993Apr27.054150.6003@fuug.fi> Date: Mon, 26 Apr 1993 18:58:06 GMT After reading the FAQ and seeing another article on morning glory seeds I got off the new archive, I wanted to try them. Well last Friday night I had nothing to do. My buddy I usually hang out with was out of town and I was looking at a very boring evening. So I decided, "what the hell," and I went to the local supermarket and bought five 1.8 gram packs of Heavenly Blue morning glory seeds. I wanted to grind them up and put them in water, but I don't have a pepper grinder so I dumped the five packs into a baggie, took my hammer and attempted to smash them outside on a tree stump. Well, of course, the bag simply broke and seeds started to scatter. I don't think I lost a substantial amount, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I just said, "f--k it," and chewed the seeds. It was about 9 pm at this point. As I was chewing the seeds, a friend dropped by with some alcohol. "Cool," I thought, at least I'll have some company now. This friend also informed me that he had tried morning glory seeds once and had only gotten sick to his stomach with no psycadelic effect. But no, I wouldn't be daunted that easily. Before I go on to describe the effects of the seeds, I feel the need to say that I've never tried acid, but I have eaten shrooms on several occasions. So all my comparisons will be to shrooms. Well, my friend and I made some fairly strong margaritas and were sitting outside on the lawn smoking and drinking. After about an hour and 2 margaritas (probably about 4 shots of tequila) I started to feel really, really stoned. I felt like I'd done a few bong hits of really good kind bud and drank a few beers along with it. My limbs were really heavy, I kind of felt like I was moving in slow motion, you know, a good high. At this point I lost track of time so I can't say how long things took at this point except for the couple of times I looked at a clock. After sitting out on the lawn a while more, we got cold and went inside. I lied back on the couch and started staring at the ceiling. At this point it felt like shrooms do when they start coming on. I have really great textured walls and ceilings where I live that produce great effects when tripping. So I watched the ceiling ripple and watched the ridges sway and move about a bit. Let me point out that the hallucinations were very mild. It only felt like the beginnings of a mushroom trip and nothing like I understand acid to be. It was definately pleasent though. Although it was to a lesser degree than shrooms, I got the feeling I always get that everything is perfect and in its place and exactly as it should be. Well it turns out that this would be the height of my "trip." I got tired of staring at the ceiling fairly quickly, (something that doesn't happen on shrooms) and my friend and I moved into my bedroom where we started watching some TV. After a little TV I felt that I was beginning to come down. I got this incredible desire to watch The Wall, so at about midnight I put the tape in. I've watched The Wall when coming down from shrooms and I know that the coming down period lasts much longer then it takes to finish the movie. But the seeds had pretty much worn off by about 3/4 of the way through. (Somewhere around Comfortably Numb.) It was probably somewhere between 1 and 1:30 at that point. Well the rest of the night isn't worth telling. Nothing more exciting happened. Although I will point out two things. I was very restless after the seeds wore off. I was wide awake and ready to go do something. Also, apparently the seeds hadn't completely worn off until I woke up the next day. For right before I finally went to bed at about 7 am, I stopped and looked at my couch intensely for a bit. After a few seconds of staring, lo and behold the fabric of my couch starting rippling and wavering and generally shifting around. So some remnant of the seeds were still in my system ten hours after I initially ate them. My final analysis of the seeds is that they were worth doing. The seeds cost me $5. In relation to other drugs they probably don't provide as much bang for the buck. But I haven't been able to get my hands on any acid or shrooms recently. And that $5 provided more entertainment than alcohol or a movie or anything of that sort. What it felt like was a very mild shroom trip. In fact, it was very similar to the time I ate shrooms two nights in a row and the second night was very mild. The main difference from a mild shroom trip was that I didn't get quite the same "warm fuzzy" feeling. There were a few times of mild anxiety with the seeds. I think I'm going to try the seeds again but I will increase the dosage. I'm a little wary of doing this, though, because both sources I have from the net recommend no more than 9 or 10 grams, which is what I ate. Maybe I'll try 6 or 7 packs next time. Oh yeah, one more thing. I suffered no nausia (sp?). The only side effect was some pretty nasty diaharrea (sp?). But even that was short lived, it was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. Well, that's all. Have fun. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. *IMPORTANT server security update*, mail to update@anon.penet.fi for details. ============================================================================= Newsgroups: alt.drugs From: kaz@iastate.edu (Errington Shroud) Subject: Morning Glory seeds are the work of the devil... Message-ID: Date: Mon, 5 Apr 1993 09:08:06 GMT I just thought I would relate a brief personal experience with Morning Glory. This is not my first negative experience, but this was by far the worst. 10:00pm Washed off store bought seeds (in a vain attempt to remove any fungicide). Started to grind them 10:45pm With a very, very tired arm, I was done grinding them. I put them in water and let them soak, stirring occasionally. Took 1 dramamine. 11:30pm Poured the liquid through a coffee filter, then drank it. It didn't taste or smell badly. 12:30pm Felt a little buzz, and a little sick. 1:30pm Visited my friend, the toilet. Felt slightly better, went back to my room. 1:45pm Dropped by to visit the toilet again. 4:00pm Still at the somewhat strange looking toilet, drinking water so I could have something to puke. Dry heaving had grown old... 5:00pm Fell asleep, hoping I would not choke on my own vomit. It's been about a week, and my digestive system has still not fully recovered. Just thought I'd give an experience to those thinking to try it.... :) Jeff "Kaz" Kaczmarek -- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jeff "Kaz" Kaczmarek (kaz@iastate.edu) "The future is long past forgotten, when you're on the road to madness!" -Geoff Tate (Queensryche) ============================================================================= Newsgroups: alt.drugs From: an17016@anon.penet.fi Subject: What I did Last Monday - By FwapNimmer SmapKnockle Message-ID: <1993Apr13.210634.25267@fuug.fi> Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1993 20:33:26 GMT A slight uncertainty arises as to where to start my explanation of this experience, because it eventually seemed to have found root in events months before it actually took place. Nonetheless, I will do my best to accurately describe the facts in rough chronological order, and to denote any comments that I am adding as hindsight, as opposed to events/thoughts of the time. I expect that I'll still be remembering things that I left out for a few weeks after I finish this file, but I hope it's relatively thorough. This may read a little choppily, because as I remember new things, I have to pick where to place an account of them, but do your best - I'm posting this so that the alt.drugs.veterans can anylize this experience to death. It was unbelievably powerful, and I'd like to hear as much as I can about it. I came out of it with a wonderful outlook on life, partly because of the realizations I had about my life and the problems with it, party because I felt that I had found the answers to most of those problems, and partly because I was still alive at the end of it all. My recreational legal drug use had never produced what I would refer to as a "trip", but instead, a wide array of buzzes, nothings, highs, stones and such. Mostly sensual experiences, with a dash of thought alteration, basically. I longed to experience the altered perception and psychadelia documented in so many books, posts, and files I had collected. I had always prided myself in my habit of thoroughly researching a substance to the point at which I could surprise almost anyone I met with a fact about it before I would even consider ingesting it. I've always had very clear boundaries between substances: those I do/would use if given the chance, those I avoid at all costs, and those on which I have yet to gain enough information. I had put D-lysergic acid amide on my list of substances on which I had sufficient information to warrant experimentation, and apparently this was either a premature assumption, or I made a few errors. Regardless, I ingested 7.2 grams of Heavenly Blue Morning Glory seeds, which should be approximately 280 seeds. This was done over the course of about 45 minutes, and I had another 1.8 grams to round it off to 9 handy when the phone rang. The phone conversation was more important to me than the last 70 seeds, so I talked. About an hour later, at 9:45, I was tripping. I couldn't decide whether to lie down on my bed or sit up on its edge, and my constant motion was a bit of a problem to the phone conversation, because the phone in my bedroom rattles when moved. To make things worse, I couldn't stop trying to describe the breathing of the walls and the multicolored mirrored spheres I saw spinning out to no end when I closed my eyes. It was thoroughly breathtaking, and I was almost giddy by the time we decided to hang up, about 3 minutes later. This left me free to watch the happenings around me. The breathing walls were neat, and somewhat of a sign to me that I had done it - this was to be a fun ride. But more profound were the mirror balls. Closing my eyes produced a vision as if I were literally surrounded by floating silver spheres which were slowly rotating around each other, and reflecting far-off shapes of red, yellow, and green. I could have watched them all night, but I had other plans. I was still coherent enough to brush my teeth and wash my face, and I did so. I went out into the living room to get my CD player, and carefully returned to my room. My CD player hadn't been working consistently, but my other choice was to carry my stereo down the hallway, and I didn't trust my vision or coordination well enough for that. I expect that it still wasn't working, but I was too far gone to care. Anyhow, I plugged in the player, took off my shirt, carefully put the little Morning Glory bags into a drawer, and searched for Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. It took me a long time to focus on the CDs well enough to pick it out, but eventually located it. I was unbelievably anxious to lie in my bed, close my eyes, and listen to my music, and I remember smiling like an idiot through the entire preparation process. When I had finished, I put out the lights, applied my headphones, slipped into bed, and pressed "Play". If only I had videotaped myself. I spent the following 42 minutes 57 seconds listening to one of my favorite albums as if I had never heard music before, and freely associating every concept that came into my mind with every other that I had pondered that evening. My thoughts were racing, and I seemed to be pointing to them with various body parts as they passed me. I'm not sure how to best convey this concept, but as I connected my thoughts, I attempted to whisper them to myself, and they were speeding by at such a rate that the only things I spoke were along the lines of "O.k.- and then- but that means- so that- but- ha!- and- ha!" and I would preceed to emit a whispered gasp of understanding, as if connecting these thoughts had explained a major portion of my life. Occasionally, I would decide that it would be best if I calmed down and slept, but that could only last for a few seconds, for as I would begin to ponder the act of calming down to sleep, I would whirl into another episode of free association. Each of the connecting phrases I muttered (and then, but that means, so that...) was accompanied by a physical movement. My movements had become very smooth, things such as running my fingertips down my face, wrapping my arms slowly around myself, bringing my knees up to a rough fetal position and then back... All very fluid, smooth motions. But, when my thoughts were jumping, each jump seemed to be accompanied by a single muscle moving, and each of my limbs was accomplishing its current goal in motion by waiting for one of its muscles to get its turn to move. At the time, I was only aware of a singular sensation of motion that was felt first in a leg, then an arm, then a foot, and such, but when I gasped with understanding at the end of my line of thought, I would find my arms twisted into unnatural positions around my body and each other. I occasionally took breaks for breath (I was gasping out all these thoughts to myself, and my breathing was abnormal enough as it was without trying to keep quiet) or to feel my face, shake my hair (it felt different every time I did that, but it usually felt like only a comparatively few thin flowing strands, and it was electrifying to feel it rub against my back) and play with other sensual abnormalities of the trip. I was not tired in the least, and this continued until the last track on the CD. Apparently, I picked a bad time to try to settle down and sleep, because at the moment I stopped thinking wildly, "Eclipse" began to play. I had already been making seemingly astouding discoveries about everything I knew, and anyone who knows the lyrics to Eclipse is aware of the connection therein. Basically, I was now told that Everything I touch, see, taste, feel, love, hate, distrust, save, give, deal, buy, beg, borrow, or steal, All I create, destroy, do, say, eat, everyone I meet, all that I slight, everyone I fight, all that is now, all that is gone, all that's to come, and everything under the sun is in tune - but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. Awaiting that ending, each line sobered me as I became very... wary. Not frightened, but aware of the depth of the experience, I guess. I'm not certain how to describe it, but I was laying there astonished at something, and when the song ended, I very slowly and almost absentmindedly removed my headphones. My mind was, in effect, blown. From this point, my chronological order is likely to be less than accurate. I honestly cannot recall what happened next, but I vaguely remember the same sort of racing thought I had just expereinced, but more slowly. The topics seemed to be drawing to a close, and not towards an end I wanted to reach. I could do nothing to stop it, so I was forced to lie there and watch my mind connect thoughts that I was just as willing to forget. The visuals at this point were very vivid, but I regret that I cannot specifically explain any of them. They were basically graphical representations of the thoughts I was having. Finally, my thoughts had all been connected to form only a few basic concepts which I preceeded to intertwine to form one. Suddenly, everything was before me. I felt as if I was faced with a choice. I could see a swirling representation of everything that exists, interacting with everything else that exists to form an everything that was itself as well as its parts. I understood what this collection of things I saw in front of me represented - it was an omniscience that COULD stem from the realizations I was having that night. I had been lucky enough to be given the decision, apparently, but it was not an easy one. I could either leap forward into the all-knowing mass of everything before me, or make my way back to my home, and to this reality. I felt as if understanding all there was to know would be a method of nullifying my existence, because there would be nothing towards which to climb, but also that returning to my reality was a "death" of some sort. I'm not certain what it was that I feared, but I felt certain that I was risking death by returning. (Perhaps I was seeing the omniscience as a form of immortality - I do seem to remember a sense that it would be a connection with an all-powerful consciousness)... I chose to return, although I do not recall actively making the decision (I'm tempted to think that the drug was simply wearing off). I do have a vague memory of visualizing all the thoughts I had intertwined rapidly untangling, as I recursively regressed to the point at which I began - my mind had many many different concepts to consider, and they were not all connected. It was quite a bit of work to return, but eventually, I opened my eyes, and saw my room. Well, it was SORT of my room. Almost everything was out of place, with the exception of the clock. The clock insisted on misbehaving, and I often found that two checks of the clock that seemed to be in rapid succession produced readings of 1:30 and then 1:55, for instance. My first goal was to slow the clock down, or speed it up, whichever it happened to need, until it was correct, so I could form some sort of an anchor to something roughly tangible. Finally, when I was convinced that I was relatively back to reality, I was brave enough to roll over and look at the floor. There was my CD player, next to my headset, and the cord strewn over the general vicinity. I reached for the cord, and touched nothing but carpet. I looked again, and realized that I hadn't reached for the cord, but for part of the sculpture of the carpet. Suddenly, the floor was different - I was better oriented, I could see where the cord actually was. I pieced my room back together this was, noting when my senses were and weren't correct, being extremely proud over having changed something physically and having it remain changed when I returned to it. The next step was my bed covers. The turning and twisting I was doing over the course of my thoughts had twisted up my sheets rather nicely, so I decided to untwist them. My sheets are covered with irregular stripes, and in my current state, these were very misleading. I untwisted completely four times before it was actually physically completely untwisted. When I felt the bottom sheet form a consistantly flat covering over me, I was even better oriented. It was now, I decided, well past time to get up, use the bathroom, and get a drink. I turned to my door. I reached out to grab its edge, but my hand seemed to roll around a fourth side before I could see where the actualy three I was concerned with were. I pulled, and was startled by a loud knocking sound. I looked around, and noticed my hairbrush near the door's path. As a reality check, I closed the door, mover the brush, and re-opened the door. It did not knock. I was proud. I closed the door, stood up, and replaced my clothing on my body. Feeling the sensations of fabric running along my skin replaced much of my anchor in reality, also. I quietly opened the door again, and walked down the hallway. I walked into the bathroom, and my perspectives in there helped set me straight, because the bathroom was one of the last rooms I visited before the LSA took. The shower curtain, the sink, the tile, my sister's little jar of sea monkeys in the corner... They all seemed right, and I knew I was closer. The only thing that startled me was the cloth above me and to my left. I stared at the designs, though, and realized that my mother had hung wet clothing over the curtain rod to dry, and this reminded me that time had gone on even after I'd closed my bedroom door the evening before. Things looked promising, but I was still in my own little altered state, not actively noticing the things around me. I left the bathroom and went further down the hallway to the kitchen. Without filling in any details of the parts of the kitchen itself, relevant to this action or not, I did nothing but the following: I got a glassful of juice. It wasn't until I took a large drink that I realized everything around me - and it was exactly as it should have been. The juice, however, was not from the same fruit as that which I had been drinking with my seeds, and the new taste surprised me - waking me to my surroundings. I was quite impressed that this had such an effect, and I went around touching things.. The dog's leash, the microwave, the table. I read a bit of the newspaper. I had to get back to bed, I decided. My room was still foreign, however, and I had some reality to set back into place. I had made quite a few things in my room do what they should, but I still could not form one clear picture of my surroundings. I spend the time to come playing with objects, re-learning their tendencies, and interaction with other objects. For instance, one of the more interesting was when I saw my juggling bags on the floor. I picked one up, tossed it and caught it, and finally decided to toss it off the edge of the bed. It landed on the ground with a thud, and I became more aware of gravity, and where the floor was. I played with my clock radio, making it pop with noise by turning on the radio with no volume. I turned the light on and off a few times. I opened my door and did the same, feeling it necessary that I was vulnerable to being "caught" while doing this. (I would suggest that since I quite often have a very real sense of where my family is, and whether or not they can discover me in any act they would not approve of, I was attempting to create a little mild paranoia to which I could relate). Throughout this entire ordeal, there were a few things that recurred. For isntance, When the room was particularly silent, I could hear my watch on the bedside table. Its band has been broken for ages, and thus it's well buried by other bedside table-type items, and I wasn't used to hearing it. In order to concentrate on it, I would mutter "ticktickticktickticktickticktick". I quite often looked myself over, to see how familiar I looked, and I occasionally would find it necessary to sepecifically check the familiarity of my genitals (with and without the door open). One of the strangest actions was tickling my gag relfex. It wasn't as responsive as it usually would be, and I think that the closer it came to responding as I was accustomed, the closer I felt to reality. Occasionally, I would feel something unfamiliar, like a 1mm thick disk, I think, and reach for it, but it would always fall farther down my throat, and I felt as if I were curling my finger into my throat, through my tounge, and back around in a full spiral. I finally stopped this habit by staring into my throat via my mirror while doing this, and at first my throat appeared as a terrifying cavern of death, but it gradually became the back of my mouth as I remembered it. Rubbing my hand over my face to confirm that it was the face I remembered would (naturally) occasionally cause my hand to brush over my lips, and the feeling reminded me of a specific intimate encounter of the past. Also, I noticed that my inner lip produced a much more smooth sensation across my hand than I would expect from saliva. Whatever I pictured myself doing, I would proceed to do, because I knew that confirming the images in my mind was the only way to convince myself that I was perceiving things as they were. I finally turned away from the room, and towards myself. I looked in the little mirror on my headboard, and I did not recognize my physical self as it currently is. I reminded myself of the 7th grade me, except my hair was as it currently is. The most profound differences were my facial features, and the presence of a large amount of acne that wasn't there when I went to sleep. I tenatively rubbed one of the pimples I saw, and found nothing but flat skin. Good. I felt my entire forehead and face for bumps, and found my complexion was much clearer than the mirror suggested. I looked back, and I was a much closer to normal. I looked back at my floor, to re-confirm the stability of reality, and noticed my CD player. I pressed play, and when I heard sound, I picked up the headphones. I didn't wear them, but I moved them around, and oriented myself to the sound. It helped tremendously, as did proving that I could change things by playing with the skip/search buttons. Finally, I stopped, and removed the CD. I looked at it, had some profound thoughts about creative energy in the mind, glanced at my guitar, and then back at the CD. I turned it around, to see my face in the back, and what I found was a small, frightened, unfamiliar face with meek features. Suddenly, the face rapidly transformed into dozens and dozens of other unfamiliar faces, until I looked away, and placed the CD in its jewel box. I looked in my mirror, and I saw my face. Comfort. But suddenly, the right half of the mouth in the mirror twisted into the most angry snarl I'd ever seen on my face, and then quickly calmed to normal. The left half followed suit, but this was more feirce. Finally, I physically curled my face into an ugly, angry snarl, and silently roared, feeling a large amount of negative energy being dispersed in that act. I could tell that this was nerely over. Suddenly, however, I began feeling that, even though I'd regained most of my reality, that I might have caused some sort of permanent psychosis. I wondered if it would be too late to save me, or if there was still time, or perhaps if there would only be time if I sought help immediately. I was faced with the issue of coming to my parents about the night's experiement. I suddenly felt that I had no choice but to tell them, but there was still enough sense in me not to. I knew that this would HAVE to wear off, but I also wasn't certain what would be left behind. I opened my door again, and sat down on the carpet before the tile of the hallway. I breathed. It was a very liquid, unfamiliar breath. I suddenly decided to breathe very rapidly. And the quiet sound of my hyperventalation produced a spinning sound in my head as if the noise were actually produces by a large spinning wheel that made little gasping noises periodically. The sensation reminded me of the sensation I had earlier on in the trip of many small things meshing together to form a large whole. My breathing returned to normal, and I began to cry. I hadn't cried in a long time (I'd needed to, I think...) and it was a very heartfelt cry. I was careful not to bawl and wake people up, because sitting in my door put me within a meter of my parent's door. It was a gasping, teary cry. I rubbed my eyes, and the moistness reminded me specifically of the sensation I had earlier rubbing my had inside my lip. I had some philosophical realization about the connection between my intimate activites, drug activities, and the sorrow/pain I was crying for. After 5 minutes, I calmed down. I got up, took one more trip to the bathroom, and while there, my ears were bombarded with sounds. I recognized my parents' TV, which I had turned off as soon as I was coherent enough to do so. My father's alarm clock, which wouldn't be going off this early, was buzzing in my head. My families voices were audible in the far distance, and I realized that I'd been hearing them throughout the past hour or two. I was a bit afraid that I wasn't perceiving anything correctly, and they were in fact right over me trying to wake me, or something of the sort. Finally, though, I left the bathroom, checked their room, and they were still asleep, the television off, the alarm silent. I smiled. Things were right, things were good. I walked back to my room. Looking it over, I realized that it was back in order, I checked the clock - I had a couple hours of sleep ahead of me. I stared at my bed. I slid into my bed, and as I did, I could see, hear, and feel the remaining uncertainties and inconsistancies of my surroundings disappearing as the sheets sliding down my arms produced the most familiar feelings I'd felt all night. I slept. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. *IMPORTANT server security update*, mail to update@anon.penet.fi for details. ============================================================================= From: mike@baobab.cadif.cornell.edu Newsgroups: alt.drugs Subject: Morning Glory Date: 10 May 1993 15:49:15 GMT Message-ID: <1slthr$i0g@fitz.TC.Cornell.EDU> Hi, This is posted for a FOAF: I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THIS! ****************************************************************************** I was out looking for a nice pussy willow to plant in the back yard when I saw them - Heavenly Blue MG seeds, $1.00/2gm pack. What the hell. I bought 6. I looked up prior postings and decided that 8gm would be a decent dose. I washed the seeds (they look like elongated peppercorns) in a bowl with warm water and a tiny bit of dish soap, then rinsed them well in a strainer. I ate a couple and waited a half hour, to see if there were any surprises - there weren't - so I ground the seeds real fine in a coffee grinder, mixed them with water in a glass, and let is soak for another 1/2 half hour or so. I drank the liquid, refilled the glass, and waited some more... Mild effects, minor visuals, mild nausea... Drank the liquid again. Tasted much stronger this time, sort of like peanuts, sort of like magic mushrooms... Got progressively more nauseous. Finally used my finger to puke, and puked and puked and puked and lay down on the floor and puked and puked. Awful. Tripping now, too, great fun... I could see how a novice could TOTALLY lose it under these conditions. Nausea didn't feel like nausea anymore, it felt like twitchy anxiety and impending panic, then I'd puke and be totally fine for 5 minutes. (My life became a phrase: PUKE = GOOD). The trip that followed was actually nice, though - no visuals, but nice emotional experience and a zoomy head. Hardly worth it, however... An interesting point - an unusual aspect of this was that stimulation was generally unpleasant - I wanted to be in a dark, quite place, with my woman around talking but not touching me. I felt twitchy, and I didn't want to move my head at all. I did the whole trip in bed... Moral of the story: Acid is only $2.00 a hit. ****************************************************************************** - Michael Chase (not mike@cadif!) ============================================================================= Newsgroups: alt.drugs From: Nathan.Bowen Subject: The Most Beautiful Sky Blue Flowers I've Found (LSA) Message-ID: <1993Jul6.064530.1114@mixcom.mixcom.com> Date: Tue, 6 Jul 1993 06:45:30 GMT It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we had a plan. Well, okay, we didn't really have one, but we had several goals, a car, and even a little bit of money. So it was that I found myself at Stein Gardens and Gifts with two of my close friends, scanning what remained for the summer of their seed rack. Our eyes were caught by some "Beautiful Sky Blue Flowers" (according to the packaging) that were being sold for $1.99 per package of 6 grams. This was definitely the best price we had ever seen, and we decided to purchase 3 packages - 9 grams for each of the two of us that possessed interest in the usage of the seeds. We walked out of the store with 18 grams of Heavenly Blue Morning Glory seeds and a Nut Roll candy bar. After giving a quick shake to the rubber hand that has been so deftly placed to hang out of the trunk of my friend's car, we entered the vehicle and proceeded to the shopping mall. First of all, we seized the opportunity to search for new reading material at WaldenBooks. The next stop was Kohl's Department Store, where we quickly made our way to the kitchen supply department. Our last endeavor with these seeds included a rather silly period during which, for lack of a better means, we found ourselves sitting around a piece of cardboard, taking at the seeds with various sundry items (a hammer, a "C" size battery, an N2O cracker). While this had proved entertaining, we were rather joyful to exit Kohl's with a lovely $8.99 Mr. Dudley "Princess" pepper grinder. After acquiring some delicious cookies of the macadamia nut-containing variety, we left the mall to check in at my home, gleefully grinding the included peppercorns wherever our path led (we had to empty it _somehow_!). At my house, I filled my bag with a change of clothes, some coffee filters (to replace the paper towling of our last attempt - a successful attempt, but cumbersome, at best), some plastic bags to fill with the product of the grinder, a toothbrush, and 3.6 more grams of seeds whose presence in my drawer I had hitherto neglected to remember. 10.8 grams of seeds for each of us - it was bound to be a good night. We returned to the apartment of my companion for the night's journey (who will henceforth be referred to as "Zworfin"), and set about our work. The two that would not be partaking of our potion (the one who had gone shopping with us, who will henceforth be referred to as "Jarquom", and the person living with Zworfin, who will henceforth be referred to as "Prulict") left for Taco Bell. After the first (approximately) 6 grams, our "Princess" jammed up, and became stuck in the "closed" position. Enter cardboard, hammer, Energizer, and Duracell. Eventually, we had two piles of fine white powder with black specks, each massing approximately 10.8 grams, and some Nacho Supreme. At 8:30PM, We carefully placed the piles of powder into two empty Ice Mountain bottles (chosen for the easy pouring associated with a beverage bottle's neck) with some rather warm water, and not-so-carefully ate our suppers for the evening, and set about watching the breathtaking thunderstorm the night had given us, while occasionally stirring our concoctions. It was interesting to note that the rather apocalyptic weather of late was easily understood in the light of the prophetic dream of one of our friends: the world was ending in this dream, and it was July 17, 1993. We chatted idly about the obvious fact that we had merely 2 weeks of this life left, and eventually, 9:00 rolled around. It didn't take long to rip all of our coffee filters, lose a good deal of filtrate, and feel hopeless. Luckily, we found that a handkerchief made a much more effective filter in this case, and we obtained a large amount of liquid, keeping the bulk of the solid matter in the cloth. We cleaned up the kitchen, proposed a toast to permanent psychoses, clicked glasses, and stared at our potion. Jarquom wittily began to chant "Chug.. Chug.. Chug!", and Zworfin and I naively obliged. This was most likely the worst decision of the night, and the taste made me lightheaded enough that I wouldn't have been disappointed if the LSA didn't take. We quickly attacked the pitcher of juice in the refrigerator, and within minutes, our suffering was over. Prulict and Jarquom had popped "White Men Can't Jump" into the VCR, so I sat down to watch it while Zworfin grabbed his book and CD player. I'd estimate that it was very roughly 10:30 when Zworfin was starting to smile at nod knowingly, and I was groaning and clutching my rather displeased stomach. I was rather certain that I would not enjoy my journey if I embarked upon it with this sort of physical sensation. I considered the tried-and-true method of purging one's digestive system in order to smooth out the trip, but I couldn't bring myself to do that. In order to make it to church on time, Jarquom left at the end of the movie (probably around 11:00), driven by Prulict. I was a little disturbed by Prulict's absence, as she was to be our anchor-to-reality, guide, and babysitter, but she would return soon, of course. While she was gone, my trip turned around completely. It seems that the basic turning point was the partaking of a Mr. Freeze-style popsicle at the behest of Zworfin. I was beginning to feel the amplification of all physical touch, and my mind was softly humming with the giddy onset of free association. Zworfin was overjoyed, as he was definitely eager to have a companion for his trip. Prulict returned, and after taking care of some minor things around the apartment (laundry and such), she sat down with us, and joined us. She truly did join us, too. All three of us agreed that it almost seemed as if she had imbibed a decent share of LSA, also. Of course, she still had a firm grip on reality, but she was willing to "play along" with our silliness, and she enveloped herself completely in the emotional outpouring that Zworfin and I had for her. There had been a few too many problems in our relationship (1 relationship for the three of us, because that's basically the way we live it), and we couldn't have hoped for a more thorough reconciliation. Zworfin and I quickly understood what had been separating us, and we were able to finish each other's sentences to an unreasonable extent, as if we both had a full script in front of us. After we felt our problems solved, we turned to Prulict. We realized suddenly how important she was to our experience, our lives, and our relationship - and she was the main object of our thoughts for most, if not all, of the trip. Although I'm still not sure ultimately how the entire experience affected Zworfin and Prulict's relationship, I was presented with a remarkable understanding of how the entire ordeal would eventually turn out favorably. Prulict will be leaving soon to spend some time on her own, sorting things out, but I have never felt closer to anyone than I felt to the two of them that night - and I now am well aware that that bond will always, in some way, hold us all together. I was in constant awe at the beauty surrounding me - Zworfin, who had helped me through the most difficult times in my life thusfar; Prulict, who had entered into my life rather recently, but to whom I already felt a love as strong as any I've ever known; and the relationship between all three of us, which was manifesting as a pure ever-strengthening glow of closeness. Many important realizations and analogies about life and reality were developed that night, but none seemed as important as the understanding and sharing that went on between us. The profound glowing ecstasy of it all is beyond description. I felt at many times as if I would cry from the sheer beauty of it all - even when Zworfin was expressing his tearing emotions of loss at Prulict's planned departure, my tears were not of sadness, but of love and joy for the wondrous light I saw in both of them. I could tell, then, in everything that any of us did - I saw myself in them, and each of them in the other and myself. We spent much time snuggling and idly holding hands/stroking arms in various combinations, and the pure energy that was transmitted to me caused me to wonder if my body could handle such warm, all-encompassing sensations. I also have never seen such beauty as I found in Prulict's reactions to the experience. Eventually, Prulict grew tired, and Zworfin and I were able to continue our discussions between each other, basking in the seemingly error-free connection between our thoughts. We could discuss a model for reality, and it would instantly appear in the other's mind. The most useful and applicable of these was a fractal model for relationships, thoughts, and experiences. A thought or an experience is an infinite spiral, consisting of innumerable other spirals, and placed as a component of other, larger spirals. Thus, a thought could be pursued into itself, gaining detail as the spirals of which it is composed are made up. Or, one can pursue the thought as it relates to other thoughts - where it fits in the larger spirals. When we gave an analogy to the other, it was an empty spiral, and it only made sense when we realized how to fit our existing thoughts into it. A few clues, the thoughts that we had already understood to fit into the analogy, would help to get the point across. An analogy for this (not to get carried away.. :): If I give you a bunch of stones and say "Arrange them in the right order", you're sort of at a loss. But, if I say, "Arrange them into a circle with a line through the center", you can make an image that looks very nearly like mine. The line could be oriented incorrectly, but one of us has only to walk a short distance around the circle to remedy that. We continued on until 4 or 5 in the morning, when I took 150mg of Valerian Extract, in an attempt to cushion the ride back down and get some sleep. It worked beautifully. I felt myself tying up loose ends, and coming back to reality, a sensation I find perhaps more intriguing than much of the trip, but it was very smooth. I closed my eyes, and saw beautiful images that reminded me of computer graphics (in fact, I'm in the process of ray tracing and animating one of them). Zworfin saw similar images. We knew that this would be a major stepping stone in many of the relationships we've been strongly working to lift to the level that ours has reached. Indeed, discussing this with a few other friends the day after proved to patch many gaps in our understanding of each other. It is for this that I advocate the usage of substances such as LSA. We made an effort to use it efficiently, effectively, responsibly, and safely, and 2 days later, the only effects that remain with me are the newfound love among my friends. Learning to use powerful tools has its rewards, and the human mind is my favorite of all the tools I've yet to encounter. I expect I'll be writing a huge text on the things we learned, in the hopes that a few more people will understand them. I can't hope to include the majority of even the highlights, because it was all so important, but this should at least serve to reaffirm the sense that these substances have the potential to create and further beautiful things - in ways I could no longer deny. -Nathan nathan.bowen@mixcom.com I love you all. ============================================================================= From: cm15946@academia.swt.edu (STICKY) Newsgroups: alt.drugs Subject: Morning Glory Story Date: 4 May 94 12:49:48 CST Message-ID: <1994May4.124948.1@academia.swt.edu> Could anyone recommend a safe but effective dosage of morning glory seeds? I have munched on seeds on a few occasions, once with visual effects, but I hear they are poisonous. This one place I bought seeds from told me they weren't responsible for me poisoning myself to death or into a coma when I bought four packages. Is there any truth to this at all? The most I have ever eaten at a time was three and one-half packages, about a hundred seeds. I felt quite nauseous and my stomach ached for an hour but this went away. Then my body felt sore and a little weak, up until a day later. I went home and I saw an alien superimposed on the Rush Limbaugh show (not that I regularly watch that) and fractals on my ceiling later that night. Of course, the experience was probably enhanced by MJ and this homemade passion-flower concentrate (a little harmine). I want to eat seeds again but I'd like to know the consequences first. Also, rumors say the alkaloid in the seeds closely resembles LSD25 and the visuals were very LSD-like. Any truth in that? Any help would be much appreciated, sticky P.S. Could anyone send me a picture of what a Syrian Rue plant looks like? I live in the right area and I would love to find this harmaline-rich plant. I could provide seeds and roots in return if I find it. whatever it is I think I see becomes a tootsie roll to me ============================================================================= From: Tommy the Tourist Newsgroups: alt.drugs Subject: GLOIRE DU MATIN (BLEU CIEL) - first time Date: 16 Jun 1994 09:10:49 GMT Message-ID: <2tp4up$ed9@agate.berkeley.edu> Well after all of the recent talk about Morning Glory, I tried it for the first time. In fact this is really, my first experience with psychedelics, other than grass. Very Strange. First off, I decided that an appropriate dose would be about 100 seeds. I guess that this would correspond to approximately 100ug LSA. I took the seeds and ground them very fine with my coffee grinder. I remembered that some posts mentioned that nausea, is a common side effect, so I decided to use an enema. Big mistake. I mixed the ground powder with water, and poured the solution into the bag. Something in the seeds swelled up unbelievably, clogging the tube. What a mess. Eventually, I got most of the liquid inside of me, and I will omit the gory details. Within maybe, five minutes, the tiles in the bathroom began to swim, almost as though my vision didn't like the hard edged lines of the grout. Circular objects didn't present as much of a problem, only anything with a corner. I decided to have a warm bath. I drew the bath and soaked for maybe fifteen minutes. When I closed my eyes, I found that I was perfectly calm and centered, as if nothing was going on. Then I'd open them up, and everything would look O.K. for a couple of seconds, and then would start to swim. Closing my eyes, would bring me back together again. I lost sense of time, though, and I started to feel very tired. I don't know if it was the MG or the bath, that was making me feel that way. I lay down on the couch, and sleep rapidly came over me. It was almost as if I couldn't keep my eyes open. I don't remember much after this, except for a small part of the dream which I had. Towards the end, when I was getting up or preparing to wake up, I was in some type of garden. It was somewhat tropical, but it didn't quite feel natural. Almost as though it was cultivated. All of the normal elements, which I associate with nature were absent. There were no sounds, no feeling of sunlight, no winds. And yet this garden was very dense with plants. It wasn't even as though I was in the garden, I was watching myself in the garden. (It's strange, as I try to write about this, it becomes hazy.) Because, I WAS in the garden?!?! All in all, a very strange experience, although I only remember a few minutes at the start, and those split seconds before I woke from the dream. The hours in between are gone. Definitely, interesting, though. I felt strange for the rest of the day, and since then have had a couple of days, where I just felt "right". Now for the questions, How can I eliminate whatever material swells up? I've got some of the information on extraction, but chemistry is not my field. Is Robonsol lighter fluid a substitute for ether? I'm not sure if Robonsol is like Zippo or not. (And I'll be damned, if I can figure out what "ether" is.) or anything about solvents. (If I can't even do a MG extraction, what on earth am I going to do with canary seed.) Second, is the extraction into ethanol, only to deal with nausea? I guess that an enema eliminates this or am I wrong. Then as far as the experience itself goes: Does MG, have a sedating effect. This stuff knocked mye out. Second, what is this entity that's spoken of. Somehow, I could say that there was a definite presence there with me, but I couldn't identify it. Although it did seem that we were communing. Thanks to anyone, who can help me with my questions; please post as my email is unreliable. This experience was definitely interesting. Nothing at all like my yoga experiences. And definitely worth repeating. --Stefan Atien enriched uranium dont kill the president tnt ira -------- For more information about this anonymous posting service,please send mail to remailer@soda.berkeley.edu with Subject: remailer-info. -------- To respond to the sender of this message, send mail to remailer@soda.berkeley.edu, starting your message with the following 8 lines: :: Response-Key: ideaclipper ====Encrypted-Sender-Begin==== MI@```&)S^P;+]AB?X9TW6\8W.:VP&2&V#S-2F(U:!.[8.2!ZQO;57+@P_QIA M\*'Y#OA+YD76D,(7'?XGV)5V4"`JU>_Y.,)F/$B^CL7J:CF;5O]1$[(#;5@M -S3`[=)9MF/#W=;VP6@`` ====Encrypted-Sender-End==== Article 90310 of alt.drugs: Path: news.claremont.edu!nntp-server.caltech.edu!news.cerf.net!ihnp4.ucsd.edu!agate!soda.berkeley.edu!remailer From: Anonymous User Newsgroups: alt.drugs Subject: GLOIRE DU MATIN (BLEU CIEL) - second time Date: 2 Jul 1994 21:04:29 GMT Organization: Cypherpunks Lines: 122 Distribution: world Message-ID: <2v4kot$bpo@agate.berkeley.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: soda.berkeley.edu Errors-To: nobody@soda.berkeley.edu Originator: remailer@soda.berkeley.edu Well, I finally did the morning glory trip. The first time I tried it, I ended up falling asleep, and didn't get the whole expereince. But it left me feeling alive and happy for days afterwards. Now there's any emptiness in my soul. But it's not an emptyness, from using the potion. No, quite the opposite. It's an emptiness, because of what it is that isn't here right now. (Semantics of dubious distinction.) Let me just say, that I have never had an experience like this. Sure, I've smoked a couple of joints, and tried one or two substances, but this is beyond all description. I took 500 Heavenly blue seeds, ground them up into a fine powder; and did a bit of an extraction. I dried the seed powder, mixed it in a glass with a Jolt and a shot of Vodka. And tried to down as much of it as I could. This stuff is awful tasting. I drank the potion at 10:00 last night. What a night I've had. it's beyond words. I've practiced yoga for many years now, and I think it really helped me for this experience. By 11:00, I felt strange, but in an unquantifiable way. I'm posting from Canada, and we had our big birthday celebration here yesterday, so I wanted to go out and enjoy myself. I tried to have a bath, but I had forgotten how to. Or more precisely, I just wasn't washing parts of my body by rote. I had to think, of what I was doing. At 12:00, I finally made it out the door. And then the adventure began... What an adventure. Bars are an absolutely fascinating place. Who needs a rave. It isn't a time or a space, it's a frame of reference. This was indescribable. I finally understood, Warhol's, statement about everyone's 15 minutes. And I understood about everyone's game. It's amazing how all of the pretence, all of the falsehood melts away. And it's great how you can take someone's energy and build it, or take it and leave it behind. A feeling of sadness can just flood you, and then in a moment it's gone, because you realize it's just a feeling, but ecstasy is different. THAT stays. Call it a real world, where all of the nonsense just disappears. On the dance floor, the energy was fantastic. The crowd was all up and together because of the Canada day celebration. And the music and the sounds and the lights. (This is all beyond words.) But I heard the sounds of the natives, a chant, but it wasn't; more like a click sound, the sound of everyone who has taken it before. (This is all beyond words.) But I bought, things, and then just left them. It's amazing, that you can just go and give someone money, and then they'll give you something. THIS WAS A REVELATION. Dancing to a remix of the Village People's YMCA, and doing the bump and grind, and chattanooga with everyone on the dance floor. Stripping off my shirt, and having people read my T-Shirt, and having them just get a great smile over their face. "Life's Short, stay hard," it said. People would read it, and then look up at me, (I'm very tall), and then they would just get this beautiful smile. Having people dance, is incredible. Especially natives. It's just beyond words. I got tired after a while, and went and bought some chicken wings. Not to actually eat, mind you. (That would have made me ill.) But just the actual experience. But I did ask the bartender for a couple pieces of lime. The fruit was far more nourishing than anything else. And from there the experience began. I'll leave out the part about going to the other bar, and seeing more games of a different type. And of the two people who were screwing in their motor home, parked outside of a funeral parlour which was just being built, and of the Masonic temple, with the two dead tree stumps guarding the front entrance. And get to the garden. The garden in the middle of the city. I realized that the key to a garden are the spirits who live there. And how important it is to make a place for them. I stayed in the garden till dawn, feeling the soft earth, give under my every step, the magnetic draw of fallow ground, the dancing of water over the rocks, and the waterfalls. This garden is in the middle of the city, with soaring skyscrapers all around. This little piece of paradise in the middle of the city. The only thing I can say is wow. Total amazement. I know this all sounds very disjointed, but it's beyond all words. This post is getting far too long. There is so much to say, And yet words can't possibly do it any justice. If there is any such thing as a cathartic experience, this is it. It's been enough for me to think of reevaluating my entire life. Do I recommend it to anyone? Well, yes, and no. I think if the time and the mood is right, it will happen. There's no need to go searching for it somewhere else, because happiness, and bliss isn't anywhere else. It's all right here, right under our noses, if we would only stop the nonsense, and listen. "Stop Making Sense", indeed, "True Stories" from the twilight zone. And a foro. Peace, Istvan. P.S. If anyone has part 2 of the morning glory FAQ, could they please post it. After this experience, I think I might be able to understand it. kibo bomb shipment of cocaine brazil -------- For more information about this anonymous posting service,please send mail to remailer@soda.berkeley.edu with Subject: remailer-info. -------- To respond to the sender of this message, send mail to remailer@soda.berkeley.edu, starting your message with the following 7 lines: :: Response-Key: ideaclipper ====Encrypted-Sender-Begin==== MI@```%5S^P;+]AB?X9TW6\8WR:FP&2%W.AN(A0!%6U3BI[_TWG?,*G;2\'&K M&1P/=!F+)19K!_]O7'\XR6/I1@-(.O_4,D7Z)\+<)'@UA?0! Date: Tue, 30 Aug 94 16:59:00 -0640 A FOAF stopped on the way home from work where he had noticed some wonderful blue flowers growing on the edge of a cornfield. As he had suspected, they were Morning Glories, presumably the coveted Heavenly Blue variety. He wanted to get an idea of what the plants, and especially the seed pods, looked like so he could go back and harvest them at the end of the season. He picked a few pods to take home and examine, even though they weren't really mature. On the way home, on impulse, he popped about 6 seed pods into his mouth, chewed them thoroughly, and swallowed them. That would be about 48 seeds because they seemed to have about 8 seeds per pod. It suggests 200 or so seeds in the MG FAQ, so he probably got about a 1/4 hit type dose. And that is what happened! The heightened senses, the sense of an impending trip, a slight tendency to laugh, and sleeplessness later that night, all suggested that he had taken about 1/4 hit; he had experimented with 1/4 hit doses before. Not a trip, really. He remembered what Graeme Carl had written about "thresholds", where it takes a certain amount to jump between levels of tripping, or to trip at all. He also wondered whatever happened to Graeme, perhaps he had an account at university and has no access to the Net now. The FOAF was delighted by the results of this impromptu experiment and now is impatient for the end of the growing season so that he can go harvest those seeds. Of course, he is going to order more from the seed catalogs as well, but it is always fun to get a trip out of the local environment. He has read the MG FAQ and is ready to extract and enjoy. ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( Tom Biggs DoD #1146 tom.biggs@satalink.com '77 KZ650 "Kawaski" "The ultimate result of shielding men from the results of folly is to fill the world with fools" ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) * SLMR 2.1a * Scrute the inscrutable; eff the ineffable. ============================================================================= From: deadhead24@aol.com (Deadhead24) Newsgroups: alt.drugs Subject: Morning Glory experience Date: 5 Sep 1994 20:25:02 -0400 Message-ID: <34gcsu$446@search01.news.aol.com> [reformatted -cak] After reading so much on Morning Glory seeds of late, I decided to try it myself. I counted out 200 seeds (~6 1/3 packets purchased at Home Depot), washed them with a little dish soap, thoroughly dried, and ground them up in a pepper mill. What a tedious chore that was! The following I did outdoors using ordinary drinking glasses, coffee filters, plastic funnel, and a warming plate. I soaked the ground seeds in ~50ml Naptha (from Home Depot) on the warming plate for ~20min; frequently swirling and never quite reaching the boiling point, and then filtered (didn't dissolve the plastic funnel; I tried that beforehand). I performed this a total of 3 times. The naptha extract (yellowish and slightly opaque), was discarded. After thoroughly drying the ground up seeds again, I extracted them with denatured alcohol (EtOH w/ MeOH, again from Home Depot). I followed the same general pattern; ~50ml with warming not quite to boiling with swirling for ~20min, then filtering. Again, this was performed 3 times. The ground seeds were discarded, and the alcohol extract (also yellowish) in a shallow glass was thoroughly (~4hr) evaporated using a fan. Overall, a bit tedious and time consuming; using a real lab would be much quicker (I miss vacuum filtration and rotary evaporators)! Here's my trivial log of the experience afer a light breakfast: 11:45am Dissolved thick yellowish residue in ~2oz rum and swallowed. Nasty, bitter, lingering taste!!! Washed down w/ a little more rum. Yuck!!!!!! 12:30pm Nuttin' 12:45pm Maybe some dizziness; definitely not alcohol-related. 1:00pm Yep. Something here. Kinda like beginning LSD effects. Heavy limbs. With some concentration, able to induce some slight visual distortions. 1:15pm Feeling dizzy/heavy limbs...kinda dreamy/sleepy, but certainly LSD-like. 1:30-4:30pm Layed down in dark room, didn't sleep. Compared to LSD, didn't get as hot, less shakiness, much less visual distortions, particulary with closed eyes. Kinda like LSD, seemed like the same negative stuff (although I cannot really account for the sleepy part), and less of the fun stuff. 5:00pm Tiredness/dizziness virtually gone. Could still 'force' some visual distortions. For instance, while staring at textured wall or bathroom rug they would start getting that wavy, undulating effect. Didn't work with woodgrain though. Actually, felt rather normal. 5:30pm Went to a sports bar to eat (driving was a cinch). While waiting for food/beer and after smoking a couple cigarettes, I became extremely hot, lightheaded. I went outside and sat on a bench for ~15min, sweating profusely. Finally felt better and went inside. Forced down half my food. I guess the crowd noise got to me (football sunday!). Very unusual, I have to think it was related to the MG seed extract. 7:30pm Got home; felt absolutely normal. Oh, I forgot to mention...no nausea! Overall, an interesting experience; probably worth trying again. I'll might try 300 seeds next time (and not leave the house). Also, I think I'll scrape up the yellow extract residue and put it in an empty capsule; wicked taste! Later! ============================================================================= Newsgroups: alt.drugs Subject: I tried MG Extraction... From: tom.biggs@dscmail.com (Tom Biggs) Message-ID: <1.53975.1392.0N27E2E9@dscmail.com> Date: Mon, 17 Oct 94 01:39:00 -0640 ... and it worked. Remember the Morning Glory FAQ Part I? It's ftp'able from hyperreal.com if you want to go look at it right now, /drugs/faqs/FAQ-morning-glory or something like that, I don't remember. You'll figure it out. Well, I ran through the procedure listed there, and it works as advertised. Myself and a friend just today tried the extraction, a small test dose to see what it feels like: ~125 seeds. I had assumed from my reading that 250 seeds would the equivalent of a full hit, but that isn't so. In the FAQ, he mentions a dose range of 50-500 seeds. Big help. I think 500 seeds would be about a full trip. YMMV, start small like I did and see for yourself. I'll start at the beginning. Early this summer I had downloaded the MG FAQ, and then I noticed a patch of very blue MG flowers growing on the edge of a field of corn along my way to work. I went there two weeks ago and harvested a mess of seeds. In fact I have stopped there three times so far and have netted 5200 seeds, harvesting sloppily to ensure that plenty of seeds were spread on the ground for next year. Hint on harvesting seeds: seed pods should be crackly and dry, and crumble and collapse a bit as you squeeze them, until you feel the hard seeds inside. If the seed pod is green and/or feels rubbery, come back in a few weeks when the plant is dead and the seeds have dried. Hint on counting seeds: once you have cleaned them out of their seed pods and you just have seeds, count out 100 (by 10s), then see what size measuring spoon that many fits into, or the closest number. The seeds I have fit ~100 into 1/2 tablespoon. Remaining counting goes quickly. Last week I used the method described in the FAQ, powdering ~1600 seeds in a coffee grinder (tough little bastards), doing a 20 minute Naptha wash, strain and dry, then 4 day soak in grain alcohol. I used a ratio of 250 seeds to 1 oz. of grain alcohol. (*Don't* use my summarized method, get the FAQ and follow the directions exactly - they're easy.) I strained the (urine-colored) extract into a jar. I squeezed the coffee filter with my hands for about 60 seconds to get all the extract out, and later that night noticed a mild buzz just from the absorbtion (via the ethanol) through my skin! The FAQ mentions petroleum ether, but I used Naptha - the alt.drugs experts whom I trust said that any non-polar solvent that evaporated cleanly would work. Naptha was cheap, $4.79 for a half-gallon at the hardware store. You may have to look around some, as the need for high VOC solvents has diminished recently due to environmental concerns, so not as many stores carry them as they used to. I found mine in an old hardware store, and it had dust on top. The alcohol I used was grain alcohol from the liquor store, 95% alcohol is good enough. Earlier today, a friend and I each had 1/2 oz. of the elixir, mixed with orange juice. No real flavor except the alcohol. It was like this: Within 5 minutes, a mild buzz was already noticable. The full buzz came on within 45 or 60 minutes. No nausea what-so-ever, in fact I was quite hungry and easily able to eat. Certainly, it is not the same high as LSD. The high is quite "organic" feeling, not like mushrooms either, but with that mellow quality. Mild doses are very much like being quite stoned on "mental" herb (as opposed to "foggy" herb, you know what I mean). Aware but mellow, somewhat sparkly visually but no real visual distortions like an "equivalent" dose of LSD (yes I know one is micrograms and the other is milligrams). No clenched abdomen muscles, or rictus face muscles (maniacal grin) either. Another difference is that most of the trip was over sooner, I was mostly down within 4 hours. This may change with dosage levels, I don't know yet. Herb complemented the high quite nicely. Of course all I have done so far would appear to be about the equivalent of 1/4 to 1/3 hit, so the next obvious step is to try a 500 seed dose. Plans are being made, and a report on that experience may well appear within a few weeks. ;-) This will involve 2 oz. of extract - 2 oz. of grain alcohol is about the same as 5 shots of 80 proof liquor, so I may evaporate off some of the alcohol before drinking it, since I don't have a high tolerance for alcohol. It seems many of the most recent MG trip reports have been somewhat negative or indifferent. So were the MG stories in the drug archives at hyperreal.com. They report: 1. weak or no trip; 2. ugly trip; or 3. puking trip. But I noticed that none of them had tried the extraction method mentioned in the FAQ. The FAQ explains why the extraction method helps you avoid these problems. I'll post any further stories as they happen. Hey, did the Morning Glory FAQ Part II ever appear? It's not at the archive. ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( Tom Biggs DoD #1146 tom.biggs@satalink.com '77 KZ650 "Kawaski" "The ultimate result of shielding men from the results of folly is to fill the world with fools" ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) --- þ SLMR 2.1a þ "I drank what?!?" - Socrates ============================================================================= Message-ID: <230323Z28121994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.drugs From: an165416@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 28 Dec 1994 23:02:20 UTC Subject: MG seeds DO work. Well I admit that I thought morning glory seeds were bullshit too, until a few days ago. Let me tell you that this couldn't be further from the truth. Here's my testimonial: I had tried morning glory seeds a few times before, but had pretty much no effects. The first time I tried I soaked about 50 seeds crushed with a hammer in water for a few hours and drank the water. Zero. A few years passed, and I came across the FAQ at hyperreal.com. This time I follwed the FAQ for the most part, but used naptha as a solvent and only let the powder soak in alcohol overnight. Again, zero. This was with various brands of Heavenly Blue seeds. I had little intention of trying again, until I found myself next to the seed rack in a totally unattended AGWAY. Well I just helped myself to about twenty packages of Heavenly Blues (AGWAY Brand Value Pack, about 80 seeds per). This time I used a pepper grinder to *finely* crush three packages of seeds, about 240 total. I read a testimonial somewhere about getting strong effects from soaking the powder in water and then drinking the water/powder mixture. Well this is what I did, and went out to get some fast food as my stomach was totally empty and I thought this might temper the nausea that has been reported. As I stood in line at McDonald's everything started to sound kind of strange, far away and removed somehow. I thought I was just imagining this at the time. Soon I started to feel really queasy, and needed to sit down. I started to feel definite effects, as everything in my field of vision started to wander around of its own accord. I thought it was best to get home fast, as only 30 minutes had passed and the effects are supposed to peak a couple of hours later. I drove home carefully, and started to feel really sick. In retrospect I wish I'd just thrown it all up, as the next 10 hours were pretty much a living hell. Lights got really bright and annoying, and I hated to look at them for some reason. My vision was all screwed up by the time I got home, with everything disintegrating and wandering around in my field of vision uncontrollably. I got very upset that I couldn't see things "for what they were" no matter how I tried. The harder I tried to look at something and see it clearly the crazier it would get, with bright colored patterns wandering all over and obscuring my view of things. This phase lasted another half hour, and then it got worse. It felt like I couldn't catch my breath, and I felt totally panicked. The more I tried to calm down the more helpless I felt at controlling my out of control emotional state. It was about 1 am by this time, and going to sleep was out of the question, my mind was racing and spinning with panic. Closing my eyes revealed very bizarre patterns that seemed to all have a distinct center at the center of my field of view, with the patterns all being somehow geometric patterns projected on strange "strips" that extended out to infinity. It was not pleasant in any way, shape, or form. My only thought was that I would somehow make it through this experience. By about 2 am I was throwing up, which again was *extremely* unpleasant. My sense of self was so screwed up that I worried about my internal organs, I though they were destroyed somehow by the drug and I was going to die. I could feel motion inside my body cavity (which was probably my stomach heaving) that felt totally unnatural. I couldn't figure out how a drug could cause your organs to get all mixed up inside you, but I was sure that that's what had happened. Between sessions of puking I would stare into the mirror, and my pupils were HUGE!. There was very little color visible around the edges of my eyes. I looked absolutely insane to myself, and that scared the shit out of me. I never thought I could look like such a lunatic. I tried playing music to get a grip on reality, but this didn't help much either, as little pieces of any song would become stuck in my head playing over and over and over uncontrollably. This lasted until I finally fell asleep very early the next morning, after the panic had subsided somewhat and I was totally exhausted physically and emotionally. Well, obviously I had a really bad trip, and you couldn't pay me enough to ever try it again. But those seeds DEFINITELY work, and can really kick your ass if you're not careful. From my experience I CANNOT recommend their use, it was probably the single most unpleasant experience of my life. Ten hours of intense panic, (imagined) suffocation, seemingly endless, painful hurling accompanied by crazy delusions that your are going to die and that your organs went through a blender are not my idea of a good time. But hey, to each his own :). A good beer and a relaxing smoke are about as adventurous as I'm going to be with drugs from now on. -Bob ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. ============================================================================= From: Zymurgy X Kudzu Newsgroups: alt.drugs Subject: Report on MG experimentation Date: 16 Jan 1995 23:48:40 GMT Message-ID: <3ff0ko$ngi@geraldo.cc.utexas.edu> Well, after reading various reports on MG use, my friend (to whom I will refer to as Eldridge Monsquantchum) and I decided to try some out. We bought four 1.8 gram packages of Heavenly Blues (250 seeds in all) from the local Gardenland, along with a gallon of Naphtha and a liter of 190-proof ethanol (Volkov variety). I tried to crush the seeds in a pasta machine (between two stainless steel rollers) but that didn't work real well, so I wound up buying a coffee grinder for 11$ from Target. The coffee grinder ground up the seeds nicely, and I soaked them in naptha (maybe 6-8oz?) and then filtered that out. I then repeated the naphtha wash with another 3-4 oz. I then blotted the seed powder dry as best I could and let it dry overnight. It still smelled strongly of naphtha the next morning, but I pressed onward. I let the seed powder soak in about 3 oz. of Volkov (97.5% alcohol from the liquor store), and then poured that through a coffee filter, then shook the powder up with another small portion of alcohol (~1 oz?) and filtered that through. At this point, Eldridge and I flipped a coin to see who was going to drink the stuff first. The plan was for the first victim (I mean "brave soul") to drink half of the concoction and see what developed. If it proved too weak, the remaining victim could then trudge off to Gardenland to buy some more seeds, and brew up another batch. If the first batch proved strong enough, the second brave soul would then drink the remaining half. Got it? Well, my luck was with me, and I got to drain the first half. So I poured myself a big glass of OJ, mixed in the alcohol, and had at it. In case you were wondering, don't prepare this stuff if you're in any kind of a hurry to get stoned. I mention this because I evidently didn't allow enough time for the naphtha to evaporate away. As a reult, Mr. Monsquantchum and I have been burping up foul-smelling naphtha for some hours. Bleah!!! The net result was that he and I got pretty buzzed. We both agreed that it was something more than just the alcohol (not an inconsiderable amount, eh?), but definitely not like LSD. We puttered around for a few hours, then dropped by Gardenland and picked up 6 1.3 gram packets of a different company's Heavenly Blues. By this time, Eldridge was completely sedated, and had crashed on my couch with the dog. I, on the other hand, felt pretty buzzed, and not too sleepy. We both agreed, however, that music was a good idea. Tired of burping up naphtha, we picked up a quart of acetone from the hardware store. We ground up the seeds and performed the extraction with acetone and ethanol, as before. We swallowed the ethanol (in orange juice) and proceeded to wait. Each of us, at this point, has had about 7.5 g of Heavenly Blues. Acetone seems okay (I'm not sure whether it picks up the LAA or leaves it for the alcohol to extract,though). It certainly evaporates much quicker than naphtha does, and without nasty a smelly residue. Well, the bottom line, about 5 hours after downing the first brew, is that I feel like I'm coming onto acid, although I've felt like this for a few hours and it hasn't intensified. The same kind of urgent feeling in the abdomen, the same giddiness, just nothing in the way of visuals. Music is very nice, though. I would ask Mr. Monsquantchum how he feels, but as I said, he's crashed out on the couch. Bottom line? Well, at least I didn't throw up, but acid's only 4 bucks a hit. And I feel like I'm going to wake up with a hell of a headache tomorrow. Zymurgy X Kudzu ============================================================================= From: hawilli@ibm.net Newsgroups: alt.drugs Subject: Alleged Morning Glory Experience Date: 2 Feb 1995 06:28:58 GMT Message-ID: <3gpu3a$1iuh@news-s01.ny.us.ibm.net> I am posting this for a friend of a friend of a friend. The names have been changed to protect the alleged. In fact, this is pure fiction. .. Having read on the net and elsewhere about the medicinal properties of morning glory seeds, I decided to begin experimenting with them. I searched many a department, grocery, and hardware store in search of the magical mystery seed and managed to come up with quite a few packages of the Heavenly Blue variety. I attempted to trip on these several times, but never got particularly strong effects. I purchased a peppermill to grind them up and attempted the alcohol extraction method. This worked ok, but there was some nausea and the trip was nothing like I had anticipated. On another occasion, I simply chewed up a goodly dose, but got similar effects. So I gave up on these seeds for a while since school was kicking in and I was getting stoned every night anyway. After the semester was over I again wished to try my fate with Morning Glory seeds. I mail-ordered some seeds since it was too late in the season to get them in the store. Also I hoped that the nausea previously experienced was due to a pesticide on the store-bought seeds and therefore would be absent on the mail-ordered ones. Morning glory seeds don't have a very strong flavor, even when chewed. Neverthess, I had developed a strong hatred of the taste of the seeds due to my earlier experiments with them so I bought a bottle of vitamin C capsules to empty out and put the seed powder in. My friend Dan and I began to grind the seeds with my trusty peppermill. Morning glory seeds are very hard and it is exceedingly tedious and difficult to grind them in this manner, so Dan explored several alternative methods of seed pulverizing. None worked out, so we continued with the peppermill. Ever industrious, Dan put a "cheater" bar on the peppermill to increase our torque-power. SNAP--the bar on the peppermill broke off and we were without any means of grinding, so off to Wally-World we went to get a new one. Dan was still unhappy with the peppermill idea, so we located an electric coffee grinder that was only about 50% more expensive than the peppermill. As it turned out, this little wonder was capable of quite a bit more than our previous unit. It was effortless, but more importantly it ground the seeds into an extremely fine powder. The peppermill had done little more than break the seeds up, and I suspect my chewing of them did much the same. The ramifications of this eluded me completely. I powdered about 48 grams of seed and planned for each of us to get 12 grams. I had done this dose before, so I thought it was no big deal. Hmm. We filled 90 capsules leaving around 3 of the 48 grams. I decided that we should go ahead and take all of them, even though it would be a dose of about 15 grams each. Again I thought that it was no big deal since it was little more than my previous doses. Boy, was I wrong. We dosed at about 6:30 pm. We put a videotape of a football game on and then we each rapidly swallowed our 30 pills. I took a Dramamine to prevent nausea. (As a side note, a friend suggested using something else because Dramamine causes drowsiness. As it turned out, drowsiness was not a problem at all.) Later on we discovered the psychological impact the 30 pills had on Dan. Dan was wanting us to decide what we were going to do and where we were going to go after the football game was over. I underestimated the importance of this (again due to my previous experiments) and so pretty much brushed the idea off, figuring we would do just whatever came up. The game went on, and I noticed some minor visual effects but little physical "buzz". We smoked half a joint because the others were feeling a little nausea. Oddly, I didn't feel stoned at all, really. If anything, I felt like my mind had cleared up. I felt very lucid. On retrospect, I realize that the MG effects were already kicking in and were responsible for this odd stoning. I wanted to smoke the rest of the joint, but Bob wanted to save it saying that it would be a long night. Bob had not eaten very close to the time we swallowed the pills (Dan and I had) and so was getting the effects quicker (although we didn't know this at the time). The game ended and we sat around a bit. Dan and I still weren't feeling much, although Bob acted as if he were. I was being apologetic about the lack of effects to the others. We decided to go to a friends house, since we couldn't stay at Dan's house very late. It was around 9 pm. Without any difficulty, we cruised over to his house. Once there, we proceeded to smoke several joints. My memory of being there is pretty vague. I think I was mostly waiting in anticipation for the MG effects. We stayed through an entire CD which I don't remember too much about. Eventually I noticed that Dan was starting to look a little bad. He was sweating and looking really anxious. He went outside to sit in the cool air and a friend of ours, Jack, went to sit with him. Jack then told us that he was taking Dan home. Bob and I were too far gone to realize what this meant immediately. A few minutes later, it dawned on us that Dan was having a rough time and that we shouldn't have become separated. We decided that we had to go find him. So we hopped in the car and went. Now if the previous events didn't show how far we were gone, the fact that I was driving certainly did. I never drive when drinking, and rarely drive while stoned. I certainly wouldn't have gone driving after dosing on the MG seeds if I had been in my right mind. Well, well. We got out on the "main" road which I immediately decided was too "main", so I took the first side road I could. I then preceded to get lost. Neither Bob nor I could tell which way to go. I couldn't tell which was north, south, east, or west (not too mention whether it was night or day). I would see occasional street signs which meant nothing to me. And then a car pulled behind us. I have never in my life experienced such intense and clear-headed paranoia. I was almost certain it was a cop behind us. I watched the car nervously as I darted through the streets, becoming more and more lost. Bob later said that he was so paranoid that he couldn't turn his head no matter what to look at the car behind us. He was very nervous about the way I was driving and muttered "You take care of your own driving and ignore the car behind us." Fortunately I noticed that the car's lights looked like a Mustang, so I was a little relieved (although not completely) since we don't have cops in Mustangs here. We ended up staying on some road that didn't seem to be approaching the city. I eventually had enough sense to turn around. Bob still thought the car was behind us and freaked a little when I turned around. In a few minutes, we made it back into town and were close to Dan's house. I was still very worried about the Dan situation. We got to the house without further difficulty. But Dan was not there. I began to worry that he might have freaked and gone to the hospital, or worse that he had committed suicide or something. Bob thoughtfully informed me that I would be guilty of manslaughter in that case. I began to worry about this too. For several minutes I tried to figure out what we should do. Bob later said that I was mentally going 90 miles an hour, and darting from room to room. He asked me to write down our options because he couldn't keep up with what I was saying. I tried this, but it didn't work out at all. I was worried to death about the situation. Finally we decided that we had to go back over to James's no matter what to track down Dan. So, amazingly, we got back in the car and drove back over to the friend's house. This time I chose the pretty much direct route, even though I still had trouble figuring out where to go. But we made it ok. The others were still there, and Jack had made it back. But no Dan. Jack said that he had taken Dan home, so we began another worry-fest. Since there was no phone we decided that we might as well go to Bob's and my house. I didn't want to drive anymore, so another friend of ours took us home. At home, we called Dan's house and Dan and his wife were actually there. It turned out that he had gone out driving (!) when we were at his house, but he was with his wife now and was feeling ok. About this time, our other roommate made it home and we smoked some more pot. Not 20 minutes later, Dan's wife brought him over to our house because he was whigging. We all congregated in the living room. He lay on the couch, holding his wife and began telling us what was going through his mind. In a sense, we had gone into this trip with a weird mind set. We had been exploring the concept of reality for a few weeks before this day. Now the whole thing came back in full force. Dan said that he couldn't tell what was real. I suppose that in the same way people can share hallucinations while tripping, we shared this insanity. We thought we were losing our minds. Part of the time I would be completely lost and then Dan would say something that sounded familiar and I would have a grip on reality. The trip had a weird "wavey" effect that I had not heard about before. Many times I would feel relief thinking "finally, back to reality. Man that was intense." But soon I would be again spiraling into insanity. This was why Dan had been ok when we called. One thing that apparently acted in our favor was our peaks seemed to be non-synchronized. That is when one person was whigging, at least one of the others was mostly sane. Bob and I tried to comfort Dan, but I was afraid that he knew that I was just telling him what he wanted to hear. He was questioning nearly everything about reality he thought of. I tried to comfort him by telling him that it would be over soon, but he said that time had no meaning. This sent me spinning, since I couldn't dispute that. He was wanting to go to the hospital to be put to sleep, and I actually wanted to too. Really, I wanted any authority figure to come and save me. I was willing to accept almost any religion at that point (I am borderline atheist). But I kept quiet since I knew that it would not be a good thing to say any of this. Bob tried to convince Dan that going to the hospital would be a bad thing, and Dan seemed to realize this. He was able to lock onto his wife as a stable reality point and things got better after that. We stayed in there a couple of hours. I was in and out of reality, but the anxiety that had been plaguing us largely left. I was still so paranoid that something bad might happen that I flushed the remainder of the MG seeds down the toilet. At one point I heard voices (whispers) coming from a heater. I had enough sense to know that it was a hallucination. I suspected that it was merely the sound of the tv bouncing off the heater's reflector and becoming garbled in the process. Also, during the really intense peaks, the walls would shift around madly. Eventually Dan went home and I actually enjoyed part of the trip. Dan later called, feeling better. He enjoyed part of it too, as did Bob. He later told me that he saw in his mind a brilliant kaleidoscope that he had heard others speak of. I went to bed pretty soon after. It was around 3 am. As near as I can tell, I reached max peak around 1 or so. It was hard to go to sleep. The next morning I awakened quite abrubtly at about 9. I was completely awake and felt good. I went to check on Bob and he too snapped awake. We called Dan and pretty much the same thing happened. I was still feeling some effects of the seeds 24 hours after the drop. The next couple of days I felt really good and somewhat happy. I can bring back some of the sensation of the insanity part by just thinking about what I was thinking about then. It has been over a week. Dan said that he had a minor flashback. I think it is tied in with the nausea. Nausea/anxiety seem to be closely related in the mind which makes me think that is why Dan had such a hard time with it. He gets very anxious and freaky at times anyway. I don't know if I will do these again or not. It was unbelievably intense. If I do it again, I will take only 8 grams or so and will probably attempt the alcohol extraction to reduce the number of pills to eat and hopefully the nausea. I really didn't feel much nausea, though. The Dramamine no doubt helped. I think the nausea that I did feel caused much of the negative feelings in the trip. That would certainly explain Dan's hard time with it. He actually puked once. The nausea was certainly much less than I had experienced before. At least we didn't have the regret that we hadn't taken enough. The last couple of days I have been questioning my sanity, but I had done that before the trip. Lately, however, I start to worry about my sanity, which starts a bit of a panic response which makes me feel weird, thus in turn intensifying the feeling that I am losing my mind. Luckily I realized that this is what is happening. I have been just making myself mentally ill by worrying about whether or not I am mentally ill. I am quite a bit of a hypochondriac anyway. It certainly makes sense.) Oh well. If anyone decides to do this, be real careful. I would definitely recommend mail-ordering seeds to prevent the nausea as much as possible. And definitely only do about 8 grams on the first dose. I realize that we broke most of the rules of acid on our little endeavor, so keep those in mind as well. I would not recommend a non experienced tripper do this at all. P.S. It's been over three weeks since this happened. I feel very sane now :). Bob thought it was pretty funny that I was questioning my sanity and yet wrote a description of the experience from memory that was if anything overly straightforward and logical. ============================================================================= Message-ID: <051349Z01031995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.drugs.psychedelics From: an189478@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 05:12:12 UTC Subject: Morning Glory Notes The following is a collection of my experiments with Morning Glory seeds. I read many bits about morning glory seeds on the net and so I decided to check into the high myself. I ordered 2 ounces ($12) of Heavenly Blues from Redwood City Seed Company. I know they came untreated because there were some tiny rocks mixed in with the seeds. I decided to get a sample of the effect (and to sort of baseline strength) so I ground up 25 seeds and down it went. Interestingly enough, 25 seeds fit very nicely into a 500mg capsule. I felt some mild effects, tense stomach, a very slight strangeness, mild sensitivity to room temperature, and a little drowsiness. So the next week I thought I would try 100 seeds. I took 1 Dramamine 30 minutes before ingesting 100 seeds which were nicely packed into 4 capsules. After about 1.5 hours the effects started to come on. I felt very tired and took a short 30 minute nap. When I awoke I was still feeling tired and lethargic, but the effects of the glories were still with me. The next 5 hours I was very lazy, food tasted funny, and no visuals. My vision was somewhat funny, sort of fisheyed. Everything seemed to be at a distance (neither enjoyable or unenjoyable). After about 4 hours I started to get some very intense gas and that is when I think I was peaking. The feeling was like being on mushrooms but with out the comfortable euphoric feeling. Not something I would desire again thought it wasn't terrible. My next step would be to attempt the extraction which is documented in the Morning Glory FAQ. So I took 700 seeds and ground them up into a power in my coffee grinder. (700 seeds = approximately 1.5oz) I thought I had ground the substance well, but as I discovered later, the husks don't grind very easily. I then put MG powder into a small glass container and decided that I would use starting fluid as my first solvent. I found a starting fluid that was Heptain, Diethyl Ether and Hexane. After reading the Solvent FAQ I decided that this would be an acceptable substitute. I sprayed the starting fluid into a container to capture and contain it. I then poured it into my container holding the ground seeds (a small glass jar). I let it soak for 45 minutes then I filtered out the ground seeds (using a coffee filter) and let it dry. Next I used EverClear (150 proof) as my alcohol solvent. I mixed the ground seeds with 4 shots of alcohol and let this mixture soak for 4 days. I made sure I shook the container twice a day at least. On the 5th day I took a syringe and used it to extract the clear alcohol from the container. I figured this was easier than trying to filter it all. I then took the remaining glop (plus a small amount of alcohol which was left) and filtered it through a coffee filter. I got about 3/4 a shot out of it. I saved this and figured I would try this to check strength. After ingesting the 3/4 shot (will definitely not win any taste awards) I sat back and waited for the effects. After about 15 minutes I felt different. After 1 hour I was feeling quite a bit different, much like being on shrooms. After 3 hours I was peaking and the effect was very similar to a mild dose of shrooms--though, minus the pleasant visuals. No nausea, no blurry vision, and generally a very nice feeling. Much like a weak mushroom experience. I have about 3 full shots left and I figure that 1 and half shot should provide a nice trip. 3 shots should provide an 'experience'. Conclusion? Well, for one, the Morning Glory FAQ extraction technique does work. Is it worth it? Hard to say, my 3 shots probably cost me $25 and should give me and a friend a nice trip. Given that shrooms aren't available in my area this is a fun exercise. The extraction defiantly beats taking the seeds raw, in fact I wouldn't recommend it any other way. I have been wondering if letting the mixture (my 3 shots of MG extraction) could be evaporated into just a powdery substance. If this would be possible I could reduce all my work into something that would be easy to ingest. I decided to forgo this step and just evaporate my magical mixture until I had about 1 shot of magic alcohol. Note: If I was to do this all over again, I would look for a starting fluid that consisted of just Diethyl Ether as the other additives of the starting fluid seemed to leave an unpleasant aftertaste to my final mixture. Also, I would grind the seeds even more than I had so that the husks would be pulverized more. In the final mixture, there were too many large chunks of seeds--somewhat the consistence of ground pepper. A finer powder would probably yield more magic, but be more difficult to filter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. ============================================================================= Message-ID: <001424Z20031995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.drugs,alt.drugs.chemistry From: an211311@anon.penet.fi (Dolly Llama) Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 00:07:01 UTC Subject: *-->Morning Glory Resultation<--* I have just finished the first step in my Morning Glory extraction process. Using a traditionally scientific process for a not so traditional result. (Or perhaps the result is traditional thanks to Dr. Albert Hoffman). I purchased about 5 packs of Morning Glory (Heavenly Blue) seeds @.98 each (about 250 seeds) at my local garden supply store. Then I went to my State Liquor store and bought a pint of Grain Alcohol (190 proof, that's 95% alcohol , kids don't drink this at home) for 5 bucks. In a short side note I got a strange look from the woman at the counter when I asked for grain alcohol, "Are you from town?" she inquired. "Um. . Yes" I replied. Anyway I had to sign a form stating that I would use the alcohol in a fashion abiding by the law as stated in Code 4, Section 13 blah, blah, blah. The clerk took down my name and telephone number for "the record". (Great) Upon arriving home I placed approximately 250 seeds into a pepper grinder and ground the seeds into a powder, I ran them through twice in order to attain the finest grind possible. I then put the powder into 250ML of Naphta (Otherwise known as Rosonol lighter fluid) and shook vigorously for a bit and then let stand for 20 minutes. When the 20 minutes were up I poured the mix through a double filter, a paper coffee filter tucked inside a gold coffee filter. (PLEASE NOTICE, I AM NOT GOING TO DRINK THE NAPHTHA AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU UNLESS YOU WANT TO DIE). I then place the Morning Glory seeds to the side, save the Naphtha for future use and wait for the pulverized seed to dry. (Three Hours Later) The powder being thoroughly dry I placed it into a small jar and put in about a shot of alcohol. I will now wait the requisite three days for the active ingredients to be thoroughly absorbed into the alcohol (Shaking vigorously whenever I come upon the jar in my daily activities). (Three Days Later) I have the liquid here but I'm a bit nervous about the smell of lighter fluid that still seems to be coming up from the mixture. I decide to let the alcohol evaporate and then add another shot. (Three Days Later) I put the Morning Glory/Grain Alcohol mix through the same filter process listed above. The result was about a shot worth of a grayish cloudy grain alcohol. I add a hefty portion of Orange Juice to the mix and imbibe. (Three Hours Later) Having taking the mixture and waited for a while I don't think I'm going to be tripping anytime soon. I am affected by the seeds a bit, it's kind of a very low, subtle buzz (You could probably get higher drinking a double espresso with a shot of that grain alcohol). I'm wondering now about the number of the seeds used. I used 250 seeds which according to the FAQ is equal to "intense meditation" (yeah man). Maybe a different type of seed might be better (I used Heavenly Blue (Ipomoea) from Johnson' Seeds Co.)If I try this again I'll double the amount and see what this does. I might alter the "extraction" purpose in some way too. Although I'm not sure how. If anyone has had success with this method feel free to e-mail me. A few words of advice for anyone who reads this and wants to try (Get your step by step directions from the FAQ first of all).1) After you filter the seeds from the Naphtha mix let them *Dry thoroughly*, I included an extra step of letting the grain alcohol/MG mix evaporate because I didn't like those lighter fluid fumes I was getting from the first mix. After evaporating and then adding another shot of grain alcohol the smell was completely gone. So overall, I'm a little skeptical of this procedure, granted I am feeling a little buzzed as I type these words, but nothing remotely like a glorified *trip*. So as I place these words into electronic format and sit here. . .and sit . . .and sit . . .and sit . . . and wonder . . .and wonder . . . .(my nose itches, does your nose itch?) and then I took the suspension ( Mr. Principal, you're suspended! Ah hhahaha) Beep bobble thorn. Powwow. Vision (The faculty of sight) sight, perception, perceiving, range of view, optics, eyesight. (Understanding) foresight, discernment, breadth of view, insight, penetration, intuition, kibo, divination, astuteness, keenness, foreknowledge, prescience, farsightedness. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. ============================================================================= From: den@po.CWRU.Edu (Duane E. Norris) Newsgroups: alt.drugs Subject: My Morning Glory Experience. Date: 29 Mar 1995 17:18:25 GMT Message-ID: <3lc4p1$94h@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu> Well, I'm a frequent pot smoker and I've tripped a few times on acid and shrooms and I've Ecstasy and other natural drugs well, here is my heavenly Blue MG experience. I went to Kmart and bout 8 1.8gm packs of Heavenly Blue Morning Glorys I promptly went home and grinded all 8 packs in a fast 4 hours! after that (I did not follow the FAQ for the precedure to rid it of all the shit that makes you sick) I soaked it in 1 1/2 cups of water for 2 1/2 hours i downed the shit colored water in 2 gulps (UGH!) at about 8pm I didnt really feel anything till about 9pm and that was only *minor* stuff (ie, my face looked just a *little* funy in the mirror, not like acid and my faces looks scary!) I waited till (:30 pm and didnt feel much more, and I was tried cuz I hadnt slept the night before, so I feel alseep. at 11:30 pm I woke up cuz my feet kept tingling. (you know that feeling when you trip on acid how your body sorta tingles) wel, IT WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY!!! it was like an irriating tingle, not pleasureable at all. I still didnt feel all that fuck up (except for the dry heeves). I feel like I had taken about 1/2 hit of weak acid. Well, before I knew it it was 3am and my buzz wore off, but it didnt end there. For the next week, I felt like I had the FLU, but it wasnt the FLU, and for that week, my shit was REAL RUNNY!!! (in fact, {not to be disgusting or anything I'm just letting you know what happened} my shit was just shit colored water, there were not actuall soldi matter in my shit, it sounded like I was pissing out my ass) this lasted for a week! and man did i have to shit often!!! Well, that basicly sums it up, I didnt get off that well, and the "side effects"were very unpleasent. I dont know if I want to try it again, but I probaly will in the summer time, but the next time (if there is one) I will be sure to follow the FAQ exactly! and I advise you 2 too if you are going to do this, otherwise you will have a bad thought about MG after you do it. ============================================================================= From: tapani.sysimies@digital.fipnet.fi (TAPANI SYSIMIES) Newsgroups: alt.psychoactives Subject: 200 seeds of MG - no effect Message-ID: <8AC118B.0476000A2F.uuout@digital.fipnet.fi> Date: Tue, 27 Jun 95 06:35:00 +0200 Well, I don't know if this is the right group, but... Could someone give me some info of this morning glory seeds stuff, or is it really a hoax? Because I grinded about 200 seeds and mixed it in water and drank, though I took away the leftoverpieces of the seeds first - no effect whatsoever. Well, there might have been, but the "flowing" feeling was probably because of that n2o i took or placebo or something, I don't know. I was so disapponted, b'ocz I was excepting all that walls collapsing on me and other hallugenious stuff (I've never taken any psychoactives before, LSD is scarce and about 20-30$ a hit here). How long should I soak them in the water for, any effects? I don't think I want to do that petroleum ether thingy that was on the FAQ. If anyone has got better effects on MG, please e-mail me or followup and give some advice, ============================================================================= From: jlb1182@tam2000.tamu.edu (Jeff) Newsgroups: alt.psychoactives Subject: Re: 200 seeds of MG - no effect Date: 29 Jun 1995 21:30:56 GMT Message-ID: <3sv62g$7ck@news.tamu.edu> I tried the morning glory thing a few months ago. I bought 3 1.8g packs of Heavenly Blue (the brand was NK, I think) and ground up the approximately 150 seeds in a bowl. I then added about a quart of warm water and llet them soak for about 2 hours. Then I drank the seeds and water over about a 20 minute period. Yuk! For about the next 45 minutes, I felt a bit nauseous. After that I felt nothing. I didn't expect much, and that's what it amounted to. Maybe more seeds and a better extraction would produce more effect, but personally, I think I'll pass. ============================================================================= From: ez040277@cassatt.ucdavis.edu (the EFFector) Newsgroups: rec.drugs.psychedelic Subject: Morning Glory preparation Date: 3 Aug 1995 02:00:32 GMT Message-ID: <3vpak0$2d1@mark.ucdavis.edu> So okay, i tried morning glories twice last week. Both times, i thoroughy washed them first and then ground them in my coffee grinder. With this mash (which i cut with a bunch of MJ seeds since there wasn't enuf for the blades to touch (the seeds' weight was about 4.5 g minus the MJ seeds)) i brewed a rank tea which i sugared up and drank. The first time, all it did was make the walls move a little and i felt a little giggly. The second time, it just made me sick and drowsy. What i'm asking of you, fellow MG users, is what your method of preparation of choice would be. I don't like the tea; it tastes terrible and looks worse and i think that that vehicle is what made me sick. I need an easy way (no petroleum ether, that is just a TAD hard to come by and i don't like sticking anything in my body that didn't grow in the ground) to distill or simply prepare these seeds for consumption. Many thanks, -- /---------------------------------------------------------------------\ /_ /_ the EFFector | ||===||=== ||===|Demand your rights _\ _\ /_ /(ez040277@ucdavis.edu)| || || || |NOW,or they will be \ _\ / /(effector@mother.com) | ||== ||== ||== |taken from you \ \ // (WWIVnet1@50635) | || || || |forcibly. \\ // | ||===|| || | \\ /-----------------------------------------------------------------------\ **M*E*M*B*E*R**E*L*E*C*T*R*O*N*I*C**F*R*O*N*T*I*E*R**F*O*U*N*D*A*T*I*O*N*