DOSE:

7 g

oral

Morning Glory

(seeds)

BODY WEIGHT:

135 lb

As is true for many former teenagers, my first true psychedelic experience involved Heavenly Blue morning glory seeds. This trip, my first adventure into the depths of the psychedelic experience, occurred on a sunny May afternoon. Coming along on the ride was my friend, who I’ll simply refer to as M. M and I were “druggie buddies”, having done cannabis and alcohol together. I was often the one who proposed unique (and often crazy) ideas for new highs.

We decided that Wal-Mart would act as the drug dealer for this adventure. Into the great world of the Wal-Mart Garden aisle we went. Within a hot minute, we’d located “Heavenly Blue” morning glory seeds. We got four packs, bought them, and went along our way.

Sitting in between two trees in the green grass, M and I each took two packets and opened them. Over the course of a couple minutes, we downed the seeds. This wasn’t like eating sunflower seeds at all. The morning glory seeds were hard as nails, and the more we chewed into them, a bitter taste would explode in our mouths. Either way, we each managed to down two packets, and got along our way.

Fast forward about fifteen minutes. We were on our way to M’s house, when I first began to feel something. As I walked, my vision began to widen, and it almost looked as if someone was zooming in and out of a camera. A sort of bouncing effect came upon my field of view, and colors became brighter. MUCH BRIGHTER. I would say this saturation of colors was the most LSD-like effect of these seeds.

We had made our way home and decided to chill for a little bit in M’s room. While we were there, I felt my favorite effect of the seeds. An intense, almost un-paralleled euphoria. A complete and utter love for the world and its inhabitants.

As time passed the ecstasy only grew. I went to sit outside in the grass and was overcome with the beauty. Never in my life have I been so in awe of the world. All the greens were greener, the blues were “bluer”. I would imagine that it is a similar feeling to walking outside for the first time in a week. The wind blowing through my (then) long hair, the warmth of the sun, the sound of the birds chirping and the euphony of the trees dancing in the breeze. Of all the words in the English language, I’m not sure there are any that could do justice to this experience.

A few minutes later, M and I were walking to a friend’s house, who I’ll refer to as K. To get to K’s house, we had to walk over a dirt road. I can recall M being extremely energetic, speed-walking and listening to the song “Chop Suey” by System of a Down. I, on the other hand, was not all that energetic. I was walking at a rather slow pace, blown away by the beautiful feeling tickling my mind. I was confused at M’s reaction. How could he be concerned with running? Stop and look at the nature!

We made it to K’s house and hung out for an hour or so. M and I had the suspicious combination of heavily dilated pupils and smiles glued to our faces. But besides that, there wasn’t anything of note. We weren’t screaming about dragons guarding the fridge, as many people assume psychedelics make you do. I would go so far as to say we weren’t even really hallucinating at all.

My time at K’s house ended, and I remembered that I had to go to my younger sister’s cello recital. I didn’t drive at all that day, so I had my mom pick me up. In hindsight, it’s probably a good thing I didn’t end up having to drive myself. The entire time I had a hint of paranoia digging at the back of my head. What if she sees my massively dilated pupils? What if she sees my tiny, constricted blood vessels? Will I get caught?

Sitting there, listening to a combination of young kids and almost-adults playing the cello, was a grueling experience. I was frightened by the unpleasant cacophony of horse-hairs scratching against steel strings. The robotic-like clapping everyone in the room took part in after each song instilled in me a dystopian paranoia. I began to fear that I was in the grasp a Mormon, 1984-esque hell.

But in good time, the recital came to an end. And probably to make up for my first bad trip, my family went to Panera for food. I ate the most savory, delicious steak sandwich I’d ever eaten.

At this point, the trip came to an end. It had not been much of a wild trip. I had experienced euphoria, harmony with nature, and hatred of the mainstream world I was being raised in. It was not much of an introspective trip; that would be a different morning glory experience, about two weeks later. If anything, this was a toe-dipping into the psychedelic pool.

Morning glories are not a strong psychedelic. They could probably be considered closer to empathogens, but a psychedelic they are. I believe that there is no better introduction to the psychedelic experience than morning glories. It submerges one in the emotions and aura of the psychedelic experience, while not assaulting one's senses with kaleidoscopic play. Overall, this was not my favorite trip, but it was an important one regardless.

Another great thing about this drug is that it can help the user understand their pharmacology, and how they will respond to more powerful psychedelics. For example, I learned that when under the influence of lysergamides, I become rather catatonic. I don’t have a whole lot of energy, and I simply want to chill in nature and enjoy the good vibes. Additionally, I learned that psychedelics simply have a short duration of action for me. This truth was cemented for me on a future mushroom trip.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 112432
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 19
Published: Oct 31, 2018	Views: 838
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