H.B. Woodrose, Meclizine & Cannabis
Citation: Shadowmesh. "Constant State of Arrival: An Experience with H.B. Woodrose, Meclizine & Cannabis (exp78842)". Erowid.org. Oct 10, 2017. erowid.org/exp/78842
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
Before going into detail about my recent experience, I should first make known my history with lysergic acid amides. During my teen years I used to chase down and consume LSD with reckless abandon, ranging between 1 to 10 doses at a time, and quite frequently. As such, I'm well acquainted with the way my mind reacts to the stuff, if not too well. Whether the LSD was responsible for exacerbating the mental illness that I've experienced since then, I don't know for certain, but I do know that I chose to abstain from ingesting it for years. Now, ten years later (at age 28), I find myself returning to the well, so to speak, with a thirst for more knowledge regarding LSA's.
In the few weeks prior to my most recent experience, I've been carefully studying and ingesting the LSA's that are found in Heavenly Blue Morning Glory seeds, and with wonderful results. Suffice it to say, it's a lot like LSD, only with less intense visuals (less colors, mostly) and a greater body sensation. Although the Morning Glory seeds are effective, I was never really happy with the amount required for ingestion, which ranged between 150 to 550 seeds per experience. Also, I tried a popular extraction method with a large batch of Morning Glory seeds and failed miserably. The logical progression, then, was for me to start scavenging around the internet in search of the more potent relatives to those seeds, the popular Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds.
It was just two days ago that I conducted my very first personal experiment with HBWR seeds. I obtained a pack of 50 seeds through a popular online auction site. The strain of seeds I ordered came from mainland Hawaii, as opposed to all the other strains that are said to be weaker in potency. (I suppose the other Hawaiian islands' seeds can't be too much less potent, since it's all volcanic soil, but that's just a guess.) In preparation, due to my weak stomach and my SEVERE aversion to vomiting, I swallowed four Dramamine Less Drowsy pills (Meclizine HCL, usually available at any drug store or supermarket) and waited two hours for my slow metabolism to eat it all up. I then used a razor blade to scrape the supposedly-toxic brown fuzz off of 10 seeds until they took on a more creamy color and proceeded to chop them in a clean pepper grinder, allowing the ground-up bits to fall into a very, very small bowl of applesauce (four or five spoonfuls). Finally, I ate the sauce gradually (over the course of 15 minutes), just in case the seeds had the potential to shock my system into nausea. Fortunately, I was never once nauseous throughout the whole experience.
I knew it would be another 2 or 3 hours until the peak of my experience, so I drove to the state forest to pass some time by taking a hike. This, I knew, was also a mildly effective way to combat vascular constriction, should any arise. It was just about an hour after ingestion that I stopped to sit on a rock and smoke a half-packed bowl of some mid-grade cannabis. During those few minutes I noticed some barely perceptible augmentations in my internal dialogue, in a sense that my thoughts began looping together a bit, and somewhat more rapidly than usual. I couldn't tell yet, though, whether this was simply the weed doing its thing or the seeds kicking in. At any rate, I got up and began my journey back out of the forest.
My body felt a little heavy and lethargic as I made my way, so I simply strolled along at a very leisurely pace to avoid upsetting my body, not sure if too much movement would make me nauseous. I did feel a noticeable rumble in the tummy, but it felt more like gas than nausea. Now back at the car, it was about an hour and a half after ingestion, and I was still not feeling anything more than the threshold effects of the seeds, coupled with a nice marijuana high. Nothing overtly psychedelic going on yet. I started questioning the age and potency of the seeds I ordered. Was I ripped off, perhaps? As I started driving, though, the physical effects grew stronger, and my sense of spacial orientation was recognizably altered, yet not in the form of visual distortion; and probably not enough to present a driving hazard at all. As far as I was concerned, I was 99 percent cognizant, not yet truly under the influence enough to warrant a designated driver.
I arrived back home at 2 hours after initial ingestion, and was still a bit disappointed, though I did experience some mild visual distortion upon entering the front door. It was a bright and sunny day outside, but when the door closed, my eyes beheld the wonder of a dimly-lit (and totally groovy) living room. The darker areas of the room were stretching, or breathing, in a more pronounced manner than the brighter parts, and these same dark spaces possessed slightly more pronounced colors than the rest of the room. Also, my body felt deeply relaxed and invigorated, not at all uncomfortable. This was in no way a dirty high, and that realization made me grin from ear to ear. (That grin, as it turned out, lasted for the next two or three hours!) I was clearly beyond the threshold stage of the trip, but I definitely wasn't anywhere near a full-blown psychedelic peak. Normally, with Morning Glory seeds, I started fully peaking at this point in time. Did I put the seeds in too much applesauce? Were they really just weaker than everybody claimed them to be?
I sat down in the living room and made my way through another half-packed bowl of cannabis as I listened to my (currently) favorite psychedelic sound band, Black Dice. (Specifically, the Broken Ear Record.) A half hour into it, my mind was working its way into a spiral of looping thought patterns that were coinciding specifically with the music's wavering, intertwining, echoing amalgamations. My ears were locked right into the curvaceous contours of the sound waves they were soaking up. It was in the middle of this loop of thoughts that the song Twins began to play, and I started giggling out loud... then laughing hysterically! I've never heard anything so hilariously disjointed, awkward, obtuse, and simultaneously psychedelic happening in such a specific, cohesive way! I couldn't figure out how these guys recorded the song without laughing their asses off throughout!
That's when it hit me. When the song ended, I realized that I just came out of a 3 minute laughing spree of the most absurd kind. We're talking borderline hysterics. My entire field of vision was now soaked in distortion, growth, color, and a bit of the stuff. (That's the phrase I use to describe the vaporous, holographic, colorful images or patterns that pass through my field of vision, which don't seem to have any immediate attachment to the real, physical objects around me.) It felt very much like I was tripping on psilocybin mushrooms, only with a much deeper and more sedating body vibe. I felt as though I was in a constant state of arrival from each split second to the next, only without ever truly departing. (I think that's discussed in the movie Waking Life.)
I had just passed the 3 hour mark, and I felt completely ecstatic. Downright giddy. The best way I could describe it to my friends later on was that I felt like a flower that appears to be in full bloom, but it just keeps blooming! That's why my next move surprised me. How could I go from feeling so natural and free to wanting to play my PLAYSTATION 3? Video games are normally very entertaining for me, but not many of them (if any, I thought) could be considered worth spending time with in a visionary, psychedelic sense. Contrary to this intuition, I picked up the controller and started playing a game called Eden (a PixelJunk game by Baiyon). My high-definition TV and 5.1 surround sound system saturated me in a series of growing, writhing, pulsating sights and sounds that I felt privileged to be a part of. I felt soothed by a heavenly vortex of morphing elements, totally at home and at peace with my environment. To top it off, I wasn't just observing, I was participating by moving a little character in this virtual universe in order to make everything happy! I kept sighing out loud, Wow...
After gaming out for an hour, I found myself wearing the same perpetual grin I had been feeling for the past hour and a half! I felt a spontaneous rush of social energy that I really wanted to expend, and began calling a few friends so that I could describe and share the success of my endeavors. I know most people find such tasks bothersome from time to time in the middle of a trip, but I always feel such fluidity of linguistic expression, despite the mere symbolism of words, even when I'm on LSA's (except for when too much LSD used to tangle me up in webs). Unfortunately, nobody was home, so I just left a bunch of discreet-yet-boastful voice mail messages about my experience, hoping that they would sympathize with my excitement.
As the day moved on I busied myself with various psychedelic endeavors, including making amazing noises and sound effects with my guitar, kneeling in the stairwell and just being another fixed object in the house for a while, and shutting myself in the bathroom so that I could stand still in the dark and behold the crazy things that made themselves known to my senses as I quieted them. When my wife came home it was already at least four to five hours past the initial peak, which was itself about 3 hours long. We chatted for a few minutes and then decided to catch some sleep.
The next day I felt great. Perfectly fit. Just a bit more thirsty than usual, but not constantly parched or anything. This was atypical for me, as far as LSA goes. I'm normally VERY drowsy, and sometimes even trembling profusely the day after ingesting Morning Glory seeds. But on this occasion, I was fine. I set forth straightway in telling all my friends about the wonders I'd discovered the previous day, and all were very happy. Enough so, in fact, that I am now compelled to share this with the world at large.
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