Citation: spasmelodic. "Took It in Jail: An Experience with Datura (exp98757)". Erowid.org. May 29, 2018. erowid.org/exp/98757
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Took Datura in Jail
I was in jail and lucky enough to be put on the litter clean up crew. We would clean the side of the highway twice a week, which was always nice because we would find strange and unlikely things on the side of the road. Wallets, bags of pot, used condoms stuck to the guard rails shadowing the dirty highway we dangerously navigated to peel them away, grimacing as we placed them in little bags. Also we often encountered unidentified bags of little pills which we took regularly after retrieving them from our rectums. I assumed people had thrown drugs out the car window while being stalked by the highway patrol and the wallets had been stolen and tossed aside the highway like the thousands of fast food cups we relieved the nasty landscape of. One of my jail buddies saw some neat flowers growing on the bank about three yards from the highway and he cursed with joy and gave me an evil grin as he turned to me and said 'stuff as many leaves as you can into your ass, dude.' I complied. He insisted, and being a dominant figure in our little circle of jail buddies I saw no other option. I crammed what must have been fourty or more of the leaves into my rectum and bum crack. BAD MOVE.
On the van ride back to our lovely jail I was talking to people who didn't seem to be there according to the other occupants of the caged van. I was quite high, yet high is a word that does this state of mind no justice in description. Later I discovered that the rectum is a good way to administer psychoactive substances into the brain. How was I to know at the time? I was on psychiatric meds (Tegretol; ssri antidepressant; Depekote; Seroquel) already so the corrections officers payed no mind to my mumbling to invisible people. I exited the van in glistening chains, while laughing hysterically at an old yet young looking lady making faces at me and then vanishing in a haze that looked like exploding red glitter. She had no face, really. I could never articulate what I saw. Sorry but some things are possibly limited in description through human language. Maybe this is necessary to maintain what we believe to be reality... But thats a whole other story. What I can say is that she looked amazing and like no other woman I had ever seen. So beautiful and um... Feline? Thats not even close, but its the best I can do.
When we arrived to our cell pod, the culprit of my intoxication demanded I relenquish the contents of my rectum as he boiled a pot of water with what was then known as a 'stinger.' A stinger was a relatively safe elecrical device used in jails at the time to heat ramen noodles and such. Once the pot was bubbling he he threw the leaves in. He had many more leaves than me. He was a larger man and apparently had some extra room in his anus. A career criminal such as he, who had spent time in state prison I assumed had a larger rectum, for suspicious and disturbing reasons. 'Is that all you got?' he barked in his deep and domineering voice. 'Well we can still trip hard so you straight.' I quote.
The idea of drinking something that has been inside someones rectum is disgusting I know, but we would do anything to mentally escape from the hell we were experiencing in jail, so we downed the luke warm brew after he had boiled it for approximately twenty minutes. About 200 leaves in thirty ounces of water split between us we consumed in large, gut wrenching gulps. Keep in mind that I was already high.
I have little recollection of what happened before a ten hour nap after consuming the foul beverage. I remember people laughing at me, yet too scared to laugh at the man who had brewed the evil concoction. I apparently was yelling at invisible demons and whatnot when I awoke. Then being tied down in the infirmary while discussing the events of my life with something present beside me. It was explaining the events of my life that led me to the table I was strapped down to.
The urine panel showed no illegal drugs in my system after twenty hours of consuming the 'tea.' As I frothed at the mouth while speaking tongues to invisible entities, the staff didn't know what to do because I was having trouble breathing. 'What did you take?' they repeatedly asked in demonic tones while trying to 'console' me. All of the people who I assume were actually there had my mother's face at one point which was quite scary - yet morbidly comforting. 'I took the world, thats what I took' I remember repeatedly replying to the the question the infirmary nurses who had asked what I had taken.
I had tripped many times and was already suffering from HPPD from LSD use, so I attributed most of the psychosis to that at the time. This buzz was nothing like LSD though. I was dreaming while awake, yet awake in a dream. Sorry but thats the only way I can put it. I was so intoxicated that I was near death so I was taken to a hospital. The doc found out immediately what I had ingested after a comprehensive blood panel. The doc administered things through my I.V (which at the time I thought were extensions of my body) that I am certain saved my life. I never found out what was administered through the I.V but I assume it was an atropine blocking agent.
I had already given in to death at that point. I was told by an entity of shifting faces and voices all of my mistakes in life while in the infirmary in jail, so I gave in to the guilt and what seemed to be cold hands gripping my neck, and decided to die right there. I would have I think, hadn't the staff of the jail rushed me to the hospital.
Little did I know at the time that my brooding friend who had poisoned us both by forcing me to stuff my rectum with strange leaves from the vicious and beckoning plant was also in the hospital. He later described an experience to me which was so similar to mine that it was eerie. Almost as if the plant was mad at us and decided to give us both the same punishment.
My later inquiry into the nature of this plant was horrifying. It seems that Datura behaves very similarly to many who take it. There is something very supernatural about that plant and this can not be disputed in my opinion. It made me very sick yet also enlightened me. When I was released from my stay I felt like a different person. I had truly made me reflect upon my mistakes and I was ready to do everything possible to avoid making them again. That is the positive spin on the horrifying experience.
In a controlled environment with people who have not retrieved the drug from their anus in jail... Datura can be wonderful I later discovered; however I do not suggest taking it in jail.
The strangest thing happened months later after my experience. I was talking to a friend who regularly uses Datura. I mentioned a word and my friend uttered the same word at the almost the exact moment I did. It is a word you will not find in any lexicon. What could be considered a Hapax. It was a word that was spoken to me several times by whatever entity was present during my trip. I doubt she believed me but it shocked me that we said the same nonexistent word practically simultaneously. Stoners have a tendency to do that from time to time in my experience. We giggled and passed the joint as I tried to forget the strange linguistic phenomenon that had just occured.
The familiarity of experiences I have found in reports is astonishing. I was tied down and unable to run around naked but I was feeling the same things that others have testified in describing their experiences.
I was judged, proscecuted and sentenced to death by her. Thank God (Datura?) that I was saved by a concerned jail staff. I cried, vomited, choked, spat on nurses who were not there and ultimately died to the world as I had known it.
Approximately 200 leaves between two people is a bit much. That much I know.
She is a strange and unkind to people who stuff her into their rectums after disrespecting her by carelessly tearing her apart on the side of a highway where she peacefully waits. As I recall, the plant was very inconspicuous and it is strange that my scary tattoo covered friend knew what it was.
The surrounding Datura plants on the bank of the highway were in different stages of growth. I'm glad he didn't find any prickly seed pods. That would have been a very painful smuggle job. If he had told me to smuggle the roots of the marvelous plant and subsequently boiled and forced me to ingest them ... I probably would not be typing this.
Don't disrespect her.
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