DOSE:

6 seeds

oral

H.B. Woodrose

(ground / crushed)

BODY WEIGHT:

120 lb

Let me start off with the fact that at the time of this report, I am 21 years old, and most of my drug use is a thing of the past. I used to experiment with many substances from the ages 14-18. As of the last few years, I am only a daily cannabis smoker and a very occasional user of LSD (maybe 3 times in the last three years), as well as prescribed antidepressants.

This experience happened five years ago, but as someone who has heavily relied on reputable harm reduction websites to provide information and experience reports in the past for proper safety precautions, I feel it is my duty to submit my own reports in order to be of some help to any curious users.

I had met my new friend (we will call her 'H') a few months before and told her about my drug use and experiences. She had never used drugs, but I seemed to really have an effect on her as she found a sudden interest for experimentation as well. Her first use of drugs was with me a week or so earlier when we tried salvia. I didn't care too much for it but she enjoyed it. One day she asked me if I had ever tried LSA. 'LSA? Don't you mean LSD?' I asked, and she said 'No, LSA. It's different, but similar. It's the chemical in Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds.' She had found out about HBW seeds on her own research and purchased some right away online. I did some research to find out dosages and any other key information.

Some set/setting and personal info regarding this experience:
Up to this point in my life I had tried drugs such as spice, dxm, dmt, spice, salvia, prescription pills, lsd, and was a regular user of ecstasy, mdma, and cannabis. The experience took place at the beach and my bedroom for the most part, and some time was spent at a drug store.

I was excited, as I always was to try a new substance and had researched HBW seeds a bit prior to the occasion after she first told me about them.

When she arrived at my house, my parents were home. I snuck the mortar and pestle from the kitchen as I read one should grind the seeds into a paste. I also read that the seeds coating often induced much nausea and uneasiness so before grinding them, H and I spent much time scraping as much of the seeds outer-coating off with a knife & scissors. This took about 30-40 minutes just to scrape about 10 seeds. After my readings, I felt comfortable setting my dose at six seeds, and H decided on four seeds. After mashing the seeds, we ate the bitter mush. It was very earthy and hard to swallow.

Within the hour, H was throwing up in the bathroom and my parents were concerned, but I told them she had been feeling sick. She then felt much better and we decided to take a walk down to the beach which was just two blocks from my house. It was a cloudy and somewhat grey day. We sat upon some rocks as I texted 'A', who was my boyfriend at the time. He was on his way to meet up with us and he had taken some Adderall as that was his drug of choice and he had not yet tried psychedelics. It was about an hour and a half after initial ingestion when I began to feel the subtle beginning effects. It was dreamy, like I was in a mental fog, but a content fog. There was no euphoria at this point, just subtle content calmness.

This experience happened so long ago that I do not remember most of what we conversed about but I do remember that at this point, H felt very happy and A was of course, very talkative. After maybe an hour at the beach, the dreaminess intensified and looking out into the ocean while the grey clouds covered the sky looked like a still painting. We began walking home and when we arrived, my parents were gone. I felt....weird. I'm pretty sure H was in a very happy, heightened state, but I felt like I was walking in a dream, not fully grasping everything. We got in my room and H began playing on my laptop. She put some music on and was playing some sort of game I think. She was very entertained but I still felt odd. A and I were laying on my bed, as I couldn't really fathom any other possible options of what to do next. From there, I remember things got really uncomfortable for me. H started talking about food and what she wanted to eat and began insisting that pie was the answer to her food dilemma.

This really struck me in an odd way. My thoughts from this point began a loop that repeated over and over. Pie???? PIE?! What could pie possibly have to do with this moment in existence? PIE? I forgot pie even was a thing, so when it was brought up, it oddly caught me surprised. I thought pie was so.....irrelevant. I started getting agitated a little. H actually wanted to walk across the street to Rite Aid and buy pie. I kept telling her we would get pie later, and that in our current state, it wasn't a good idea. She retorted with 'I'll go by myself.' I began to worry. She has to cross the street and she's on drugs and I wouldn't even be able to do that right now so how can she? I kept telling her it wasn't safe, and not to go, but she insisted. I felt like I just wanted to scream out 'MAKE IT STOP!' because the effects of the seeds were becoming too paranoia and anxiety-inducing. After much talk about going to get pie, I finally said I'd go with her. This was only because I really thought something bad would happen if she went alone. So H, A, and I walked across the street to the store, but this didn't end with an easy pie purchase. Instead, I entered a new kind of hell as H began browsing for all kinds of food, becoming interested in EVERYTHING. I felt paranoid, annoyed, scared, and simply DONE. Time was stretching so slowly. I was in the store an eternity, I thought. What felt like lifetimes, could have really been 10 minutes, but I honestly don't know how long we spent in there. We finally returned home and H ate her feast of food while A and I continued lying on my bed for the majority of the comedown.

I enjoy profound, enlightening experiences with psychedelics, and my experience with HBW seeds did not provide such an experience, but instead left me feeling like I wasted my time. And so, five years later, I still have about four seeds remaining somewhere in a bag in my closet that I have not touched and do not wish to.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 109761
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 16
Published: May 21, 2018	Views: 869
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