DOSE:

10 seeds

oral

H.B. Woodrose

(ground / crushed)

BODY WEIGHT:

60 kg

Hawaiian Baby Purge Woodrose

I decided to have my first encounter with hawaiian baby woodrose (Argyreia nervosa) naïvely, without doing too much research. I opened the bag containing 10 seeds at 1 pm. The seeds were dark brown, sort of angular-globular, around 5 mm in diameter. They were half covered in a thin layer of reddish fluff, which had apparently been removed for the most part.

I put the seeds in my mouth and sucked on them for a few minutes, tasting them. The taste was not unpleasant, but somehow alarming. Gently and instinctively, I started removing the fluff with my teeth, swallowing it, drenched in saliva. When the seeds were bare, I spit them in my hand. They were all bald and shiny now. First I put one back in my mouth, slowly crushing it with my jaw. Then the next, and so on. After chewing for several minutes I had a mouthful of baby woodrose slush. The taste, again, was not unpleasant, a bit like lemonade. I swallowed.

I started the 9 km bike ride to my vegetable garden. I had imagined enjoying the beauty of my garden, which is in bloom this time of year, tripping on baby woodrose. After about 20 minutes, I had to park my bike and vomit. Luckily, perhaps wisely, I had eaten very little that morning, so my puke was clear, frothy, and small in amount. I thought the effect of baby woodrose would be diminished greatly now, ejecting her after just 20 minutes. My assumption proved false.

I puked four or five times more on my way to the garden, raising the occasional dog walker´s eyebrow. When I had finally arrived, feeling nauseous, increasingly weak and cold (there blew a chilly breeze and I was too optimistically clothed), I discovered that the neighbouring farmer was just gearing up his tractor to raid the wheat with pesticide. Good bye fairy tale garden experience. I decided to bike the 9 km back home, to warmth and safety. I felt weak and nauseous all this time, very sensitive to the stink of exhaust fumes, asphalt, the city. I began to wonder if baby woodrose should be classified as an ordeal poison, or is the poison in the city.

I must have arrived home around 3 pm, still feeling weak, nauseous and cold. I barely managed locking my bike, unlocking the front door. Having closed the door behind me, I found myself in safety. I fell to my knees and starting puking freely, thanking baby woodrose for the purge, asking her to release me. After wiping up my vomit with a towel, I retreated under the bed cover. Soon, the nausea disappeared and I was starting to warm up. I now felt cold shivers run through my body, which I recognized as the onset of psychedelic good times (though I have not felt quite the same shivers during my encounters with mushrooms and ayahuasca). My face was grimacing smilingly, I was really starting to trip now, a little more than 2 hours after ingestion.

I´d say baby woodrose, mushroom and aya are vehicles that take you to the same place of well-being, but the journey there is flavoured differently, dependent on the drug. In mushrooms, the purge is less physical than with aya or baby woodrose; no vomiting. With woodrose, I had no visuals in bright daylight, but some enhancement of colour behind closed eyelids. Also some of the symmetrical patterns in carpet etc., so familiar from the mushroom trip. The high lasted for a good 3 hours more, before starting to wear off, leaving me happy, thankful, cleansed, ready for a healthy meal.

I call her ´baby purge´, she is no joke. 12 hours after ingestion, while writing this report, her spirit still hovers over me.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 106434
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 36
Published: Sep 7, 2019	Views: 539
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