So, I recently posted a trip report after consuming roughly 13 Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds, the Indian strain. To my surprise and delight, the trip was wonderful! After such a pleasant experience and hearing about how much better the Hawaiian strain was, I couldn't help but experiment on a recent camping trip...
FEBRUARY 25, 2011
Me - 15 Hawaiian Baby Woodrose Seeds, Hawaiian strain J - A VERY STRONG herbal tea concocted with Valerian root, Calamus root, hibiscus, and guarana. C - Now off of anti-depressants! I think about 20 seeds? S - 6 (??) Fly Agaric caps steeped in the aforementioned tea E - 20 seeds, a bit of tea
I'm going to try to include everyone's experience in this, but the details are hazy...
We stayed up late the night before in this huge field that's a short walk away from our friend's house. It was me, J, C, S, and E. A lot of green was smoked, a bit of rum was involved, and a lot of exploring in this huge piece of land was done. We thought it was the perfect place to trip. There are two HUGE piles of random junk in this field, along with an abandoned RV, a huge decrepit barn full of weird antique things, and random other goodies scattered throughout. And it's just so nice, because despite all the shit lying around, the pure beauty of nature STILL manages to shine through. If I ever run into a sizable chunk of cash, I plan on demanding that his landlord sell me this field.
Anyway, we woke up around seven in the morning. We each consumed scrambled eggs, bacon, and grits. I ground my seeds into some orange juice. E and C each did a shot of powdered seeds, chased with orange juice. We all vomited. I didn't feel it until the second round of purging. It was the familiar, giddy feeling that came before taking off last time. I'm a master at s'mores, so I made one and settled in a camping chair thing. E and C soon felt it too, and we all smoked a bit. J and S began brewing their tea.
Time began to slow considerably. Eventually, we all ended up in the large tent with all the pillows and blankets. S consumed his dried Fly Agaric caps (purchased from iamashaman, grade A from Washington), which had steeped in the tea, and drank the tea. J drank tea, but did not consume any Fly Agaric. Each of us got comfortable and let the effects of our various substances kick in...
I waited for visuals that never came. I waited for the happy, introspective thoughts. I waited for the body high. None of it was happening nearly as quickly as it had with the Indian strain. Everyone decided that they wanted to take a walk, so we left the tent. It was hard to force myself to move because last time I had stayed on a mattress for most of the experience. But once I was up, my movements felt very fluid and easy.
Instead of walking, everyone sat down around the fire pit. It felt like they were taking forever, so I ventured off into the field of random junk alone. I ended up by the pond, staring into the water. I felt extremely peaceful there and didn't want to leave. It seemed like everyone else got on the whole walkin' train because they walked past and yelled for me to join them. I told them I wanted to sit alone for a while, so they left. J joined me though, but the whole time I felt like he was just waiting for me to get up, so I grudgingly left my spot with him.
Eventually we ended up back at the campsite, and the body load was horrendous. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had an awful thought that my lungs were collapsing, or I was going to forget to breathe. It wasn't like the last time, when breathing was pleasant. It felt like a chore this time. I felt like I was having a panic attack, but surely the effects would wear off soon. Wrong, it was only noon. I still had a good three or four hours of this. I kept all of this to myself though.
S, at this point, was huddled in the tent alone with C. She told us that he wasn't freaking out, but just wanted to lay down. He later told us that he felt extremely drunk and high. When I try to pry, he describes it as "crazy" and doesn't really go into it. There's a smile on his face every time he recalls it though, so I assume it was good for him.
J, at this point, was feeling good too. Later, he says he doesn't know how he managed to make the tea so strong, but he doubts he'd ever be able to recreate it. Since things felt nice last time, we decided to try having sex. It was a bit better than normal. We did this around three o'clock. Up until then, I had been quietly dealing with a mass amount of anxiety concerning my breathing.
C, who was on anti-depressants last time, could now feel the effects of the seeds. Whenever I asked her how she felt, she just said, "good". She never got into great detail, other than assuring us that it was much better than the last time.
For some reason, I can't remember E doing much at all. His face pops up here and there, but no real recollection of him participating in much conversation. I remember him laying on the ground by the fire pit on a blanket, staring at the sky for the majority of the day.
We decided to clean up our spot another day and left around 3:30 PM. I still felt it, but it wasn't as bad. The body load was still present. I think the best feeling I had throughout the whole experience was the come down. I was just so relieved to breathe normally. When I finally got back home, the familiar was so comforting. I don't think I'd ever been so happy to be home.
I got one great night out of these seeds, and that's all I need. Let this be my formal farewell to LSA.
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