Something my friend wrote up about us and morning glory seeds LSA from the morning glory was my first psychedelic trip I had ever experienced. For a little introduction, my friend 'Scott' and I were at Pathmark when the power surged and we were standing right next to a full rack of morning glory seeds. I looked out while he quickly snatched them and we were on our way. 3:30: It was right after school I started making my way to Scott's house. Unfortunately, a kid named 'Juan' followed me to his house because he wanted to trip too. Neither of us really liked him, but for some reason we didn't do anything to get him to leave. Scott had the seeds ground up in a coffee grinder and placed in little baggies. We all ate 10 grams each, washing the ground, saw-dust tasting seeds with ginger ale to ease the nausea. I took a motion sickness pill to further ease the nausea that was already setting in and left for a hike in the hills. 4:00: All three of us had made it to the trails and made our way up the hill. The nausea was really kicking in and every step I took made my stomach turn. The first thing I noticed was how bright the color green was that day. It could have been placebo because the leaves just grew on the trees a few weeks ago, but I could have sworn the colors were much more vibrant. The nausea came in waves, more intense each time until finally, without warning, I vomited violently. I had the dry heaves for a few minutes until finally it was all done with. Juan was laughing while I threw up, but I didn't care because it was pretty funny. After I threw up, the nausea was completely gone, although Scott and Juan were still very uneasy. We decided to turn back because none of us had the energy to hike at this point. Also, the trails started to seem very unfamiliar, even though I had hiked them many times. As this was happening, I felt a smile grow on my face which would be locked there for the next six hours. 4:30 We made it back to the road and were headed for no place in particular. The trip was slowly but surely starting to set in. I felt a nice euphoric buzz all around my body while everything seemed a bit brighter and had a distinct glow to it. I was able to pick out certain shapes and patterns in the clouds, but nothing was moving around or distorted. Scott's mom's boyfriend saw us walking down the street and decided to give us a lift. We all got in the Jeep starting to come up faster and faster, but he wasn't able to notice we were high until we told him. He was smoking a cigarette which nauseated me again and Juan even more to the point where he had to stick his head out the window like a dog. He dropped us off at the local school where we all usually hang around. At this point, we rested on the floor which lessened our fatigue and Scott and Juan's nausea. I was very confused as to what was happened so all I could think of was splashing people with my water bottle. Then I decided to call my friend 'L' which amused me for a little while until someone lit a cigarette and I got sidetracked so all three of us left the area and went to a convenience store to buy food so we could make Scott throw up. 5:00: At the store, I bought a loaf of bread. However, my mouth was way to dry to eat the bread, so I ended up breaking little pieces off and trying to throw them into the garbage that was about 5 feet away from me. My aim was way off and I kept missing every shot I took. Scott and Juan were sitting on a bench while I was moving around, slightly bored with them, but the smile was still locked on my face. Both of them were still feeling like they were about to puke. As we were standing outside of the store, I saw my friends 'Tom' and 'Diego' drive by. We originally planned to meet up beforehand, but I knew they didn't want to come in contact with us because we were hanging around with Juan. Finally I was able to convince both of them to get up and walk to the A&P which was a few blocks from where we were. On our way there, we stopped and looked off of a bridge. The water was flowing with tranquility and beauty and I remember staring at for what seemed to be minutes, but it was only a few seconds. When we approached the A&P, the automatic sliding doors opened up in front of me and it felt like they opened a “gateway of opportunity,” so I was obliged to walk through them. I felt like we were very confused and suspicious-looking inside the store, so I wanted to leave until Juan said something about the bathroom and I remembered a water fountain being right next to it. I was very thirsty so this came in handy. Juan walked into the bathroom as I took a much needed drink. Then a thought came to my mind to just leave Juan where he was and run away. I took a look at Scott and I could see it in his now dilated eyes that he wanted to do the same thing. Without saying a word, we walked away, walking faster with each step until we were running for what felt our lives out the door. It felt so relieving to be free from Juan and I suddenly felt my trip increase tenfold. We were laughing hysterically making loud noises walking down the strip of stores until we reached Wendy's. It sounded like a good idea for Scott to eat even more so he could throw up and be done with the nausea. He said that he wanted it to be colorful and this made me laugh even more. We sat on the table in the very back of the store and I saw a guy sit down at a table far away from us. It looked like he knew we were on something and we probably were being a bit obvious. The vibe of the store was EXTREMELY red. The carpet was the most peculiar thing about the store. The designs started to wave around and morph in shape and slightly resembled crabs to me. It was amazing how the trip was becoming so interesting. Scott opened the door to the bathroom and we both went in to look at ourselves in the mirror. I always hear that it's a bad idea to look at yourself in the mirror while tripping, but I found it extremely amusing and kept making funny faces which made me laugh even more. We decided that it was a good idea to order some food, so we went up on line to get something to eat. I looked at my arms to find that they turned a bright red color, and my state of mind only made them took brighter. I also found this very funny and stood there like a retard laughing at my arms. I stood there watching as Scott ordered food from a kid we know from school. He was short of about 25 cents, but the kid had him covered, thankfully. I looked at the menu and saw the pictures of the burgers turn the same color red as the carpet. The whole store had the vibe of being extremely red which was absolutely magnificent to me. We sat back down to eat some food and realized that if Scott was going to throw up, it wouldn't be a good idea to do it inside Wendy's, so we left. 5:30 Now that we had food and were not around Juan anymore, we felt completely free to do whatever we wanted. I felt very social and was saying hi to complete strangers who just looked at me with a puzzled stare. The food wasn't as entertaining to eat as it was to throw at building along the way of our journey. The nuggets of chicken also looked red and I called them red, but we both knew that they were orange. Everything was getting brighter and brighter and I felt my trip increasing in waves. We decided to turn down the tracks and take a walk down the wavy train tracks tracks. Scott and I lied down on the train tracks right next to the road to rest for a little bit. We looked at the trees that were getting brighter and brighter. We were smashing rocks against the rails and said that it was very similar to an Onix fucking a Steelix (Pokemon). Suddenly we realized that it wasn't such a good idea to lay down right next to the road on the train tracks because we could get hit by a train if we were not careful. As we walked down the tracks we saw our two friends coming out of the woods by their paintball fort. I turned around and looked at them for what seemed to be about 10 seconds before a word was said. We both approached and they said we didn't look too fucked up. It was surprising because at this both, our trips were increasing in intensity by the minute. Every so often a wave of energy would overcome me and let me know I was tripping even harder. 6:00 We continued down the tracks and went off onto a side adventure through a trail. I had been down this way many times before, but it seemed very unfamiliar and new this time. It felt like I was walking through the jungle. I had to take a leak so I went off to the side and let out the BEST feeling piss I had ever pissed before. Afterwords, Scott and I lied down to look at the clouds. I thought to myself that if the sky was the ground, then I must be hanging from the ceiling. Suddenly, I felt as if I would fall if I didn't tightly grasp the grass. It was a very tranquil feeling of suspense in midair even though I was just laying down on the ground. It occurred to Scott that his phone was missing, and blamed it on the loose short he was wearing. We were able to snap back into reality for just a few moments to retrace our steps to find it in the middle of the trail. It was a very warm and accomplished feeling when he found it. After drifting back into LSA world, we stumbled back onto the street while my friend 'Tom' called me. Tom had just smoked weed with our other friend 'Diego' before he called and wanted to chill, knowing we were tripping. We had a very confusing conversation on the phone, so we just decided to stare at the sky some more while we waited for them to scoop us up. The trip really started to pick up from this point. Slowly, the clouds started to swirl around like when someone pours milk into a cup of coffee and stirs it. The open eye visuals started to pick up the most here and I was pretty sure I was peaking. I was able to watch a silent film scene about surfing and barbecues. I could pick out people, grills, and surfboards as blobs of color, but it all made perfect sense. As well as these awesome visuals, the fence we were laying by was unreasonably bright and was commented on many times. Finally, Diego drove with Tom to pick us up. They had even more weed they didn't smoke yet packed in a bowl, but the bowl looked empty because of our state of mind. We decided to drive around to figure out where to smoke and eventually ended up near the tracks. Suddenly, it clicked that my life used to be a loop. I would get up, go to school, smoke, do homework, fall asleep, and when that was all over with, it would happen again. What I realized was that because I took LSA, I broke the circle and was free to do whatever I wanted to do. I was living in the purest form of existentialism at that very moment. On our way to the tracks where we were about to smoke, Tom had to take a piss, so we stopped at the local school where we usually chill. This aggravated Scott and I because we felt as if we were in a loop in our life. We always hung out at this school and we felt that if we went back, we would just be back in the loop. Diego just said we were tripping and it didn't matter, but to this day I still feel like part of my life was a big loop going to that school to chill. As we were sitting in the car waiting for Tom to take his piss, we were explaining to Diego what our trip was like and how we felt when suddenly, I looked to my side to find Juan at the window. It was unbelievable that Juan was once again bugging us for we had ditched him earlier. He said that after we left, he walked all the way across town (about two miles) to a kid named Lance's house to see what he was up to. He was asleep so he walked all the way back to the school and passed out in the parking lot. Scott quickly made up a lie that I stole a monster and he stole a bag of chips and we both ran out of the store, but we both knew he didn't believe us. The only reason Scott made up that lie was because Juan was a compulsive liar in the first place. He asked what we were doing and replied that we were going to smoke. He just left and we were on our way. He said he was just going to wander through town, but really he went right back to the parking lot to sleep again. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, I received a phone call from a strange number. I answered the call and a very familiar voice answered and said that I had a free Verizon upgrade. My mind was so out of whack that I actually believed it was a person from Verizon giving me free upgrades which made me very happy and excited. I realized that this was Juan calling me when he asked to speak to my mother. I made an incomprehensible noise into the phone and hung up. The same call went to Tom saying the same thing. It was pathetic, but that wasn't the last of him. 6:30 We drove off to some neighborhood so we could walk to the tracks. Tom and Diego were commenting on how our behavior was extremely happy and energetic. Energetic was right. I felt waves of energy start to overcome me and I felt more and more alive and compelled to let people know I was alive and ready to live some more. I decided to let out a long, loud scream just because I could. It was pretty funny at the moment because I was lying in the grass yelling for no reason and I had the whole neighborhood looking at me. This definitely bugged out Diego, who was stoned, and he made us go back to the place we always smoke: the trestle. I later apologized for yelling and freaking him out, but Scott became more and more disgusted with how boring and mundane Tom and Diego were from the pot. It started to bring the trip down in intensity for me at least. So we all walked to the trestle while Diego hid the bowl in a bag of Doritos so no one would suspect anything (I thought this was very smart). As soon as all of us sat down, the energy seemed to disappear. I was extremely spaced out and began to take in what was happening around me very precisely. Scott's trip was slightly out of sync with mine, so he was still experiencing the energy waves and some color distortions. He was climbing things, jumping, and yelling which further expressed his happiness. I stood there and literally drooled until a train came. This was the turning point of my trip. I was no longer coming down; my high was changing from an exciting visual experience to a euphoric, deep, intellectual investigation. It was not the weed or the friends I surrounded myself with that caused my life to become such a bore. It was simply myself. I had the power to chose however I lived my life and I wasn't doing that. I was letting others influence me too much which altered the decisions I made and put me in the place I had been. There was a pipe that Scott climbed on top up and looked down at all three of us. Tom and Diego were hitting the bowl and offered it to me multiple times which I denied now that I had realized I had the power of choice. I knew that if I smoked, I would get tired and less social, which is where I did not want to be. I saw that Pipe Scott was sitting on as a symbolic figure of power that I wanted to experience. I had the power of choice, so I chose to climb the pipe. Immediately I felt more satisfied than I felt ten seconds ago. Not only that, but I thought it was a good idea to climb the tree next to it which gave me a magnificent view of two small adolescents smoking a bowl below me. It didn't matter because I knew I was happier and higher (physically) than them. All was well as I reigned my three person nation until two unwelcome guests arrived: Juan and his small acquaintance John. This time, instead of feeling bad that Juan was back, I decided to use my new sense of power to my advantage. I climbed down from my perch and conversed with the smile that had been stuck on my face since the beginning of the afternoon. Juan desperately approached me and spoke: “Hey; can I hang with you guys? You and Scott seem to have more fun than me because all I figured out to do with myself was sleep, and that got bring after a while.” These words that came out of Juan's mouth made me feel even more on top of things. I could have said much worse, but all that came out was: “Sleep seems to work for you,” and I walked away to talk to John and my friends who had finished smoking. John wasn't very accepted by many people (especially Scott), but this particular day had me feeling very nice and I was very open to what he wanted to do. We eventually came to the conclusion that it would be a good idea for me to walk across the pipe that was about 2.5 feet wide next to the trestle that went over the raging river. No one thought it was a good idea except for me and John, but the LSA made me feel like I could seriously do anything at this point. I was always afraid to do this sober and the only thing compelling me to do this was the drug, but I did it with no fear at all. In fact, Scott and Juan did it as well, trembling with every step they took. My depth perception made it seem as if the water was at the same level as the pipe, when in reality, it was a 12 foot drop. When I made it to the other side, Juan got off the pipe and walked back across the trestle while Scott and I walk back along the pipe. After doing that, the stoners were bored again so they needed something to do. Tom wanted to throw rocks at the trestle and make loud noises, but we always did that when we were high and it lost its fun. John suggested rock climbing and that was just what I needed; I needed to be even higher. 7:00 As we walked down the tracks to this place we would go to rock climb, I felt a very intense connection to everything around me; the earth, the animals, the people–everything. It was a mellow, happy connection that made everything feel like it fit together and everything worked for a reason. My thoughts began to race faster as I began to learn how people thought and how other minds ticked. This was especially easy to do with Juan as he is a very manipulative and deceiving person. Now that I think back on it, this wasn't a very significant observation, but at the time, it fucked with my mind ever so beautifully. Juan had found a pair of sunglasses (they were Diego's, but he was just way too stoned to figure out that they were his) that he wanted and was asking everyone if it belonged to them. He asked me if they were mine and I responded “no, but they are now,” and took them for keeps. He said that he wanted to claim them and I responded with “you should have claimed them when you had the chance.” Here's the part of the situation that made me feel smart: Instead of keeping a pair of sunglasses I really didn't care for, I suggested that he looked like he needed a pair of sunglasses, so offered the one I just claimed to him as a gift. He kindly accepted. To me, this was manipulating him to think my value was higher than his just with a simple pair of sunglasses. A very strange way of thinking about it, but intriguing at the same time. I felt extremely on top of my game at that moment and the strange brain energy kept pumping through my system. Then, after all of this human mind bullshit, I began to realize that this LSA trip was a life changing experience (and I still think that it was). I vowed to live a completely existential life and only live under my own influences and not other people's influences. I realized that marijuana was a bore to me and only made me a tired, mundane person and lead to way too many unhealthy routines. I felt much better being able to think clearly and make better decisions. I was truly at inner peace and tranquility. 7:30 After a long trek down the tracks, we had finally made it to the rocks that needed to be climbed. It wasn't as fancy as I expected, but I was still excited to climb up to the top and watch the sun, which was setting now. The energy that the drug gifted me with made it very easy and enjoyable to climb the rocks and when I made it to the top, I was completely satisfied. The visuals had returned. They weren't as intense as before, but I was done with the intensity I was experiencing earlier because it was wearing me out. The entire sky had a ripple to it like when you throw a small pebble into a very still lake. I was now able to pick out subtle images of mushrooms flashing in the clouds and other random clips. It was the perfect set and setting to trip. At my peak, the sun was high in the sky, and now that the sun was setting, things were dimming down perfectly.
That's WAAAAAY too much text to read over morning morning glory seeds. It ended in an unclimactic way as well. I'm just sayin don't print this in your memoirs.
Well I for one enjoyed reading it. I've taken LSA seeds a few times but they never got close to a full blown trip like LSD, that leaves you in that state of amazement for days afterwards. That Juan kid sounds like a dick too.
It was long - but a great blow by blow account of the trip. thanks. Throwing up was the best thing you could have done. It really screws with your trip when your are nauseous for 3 hours. Again, thanks for the account. I'll probably never do seeds again - as nice a high as they are they don't compare to acid. I'm 63 but would be very tempted if I had access to good acid. God I wish it was 1971 again. What an adventure.
