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( This is long detailed description of the affects of Morning Glory
  seeds, which I hope Ya'all will find interesting. if you'd rather
  read about whether smoking in ones car causes more accidents, or
  flame Ed, hit 'n' now)

   Seeing as there were a few questions on Morining Glory seeds, and seeing
As I *have* tried them, I thought I'd pass along some tips I've garnered
on consuming them, as well as a description of the high.

    Earlier this year, I downloaded the 'Natutal-High' FAQ. The description
of Morning Glory seeds, as well as earlier discussion about them on the
net (last year some people described their experiences with them) prompted
me to take them. (I've never tried LSD, and the FAQ said that the seeds
constained LSA, some sort of chemical cousin of LSD. This added further
impetus to my desire to try them.)

    Based on my own empirical testing of the commonly available MG seeds,
the ones labeled 'Heavenly Blue' are the ones you want. The other seed
types seemed to have little physchoative affect. I purchased the seeds
from two different companies Northrop King (NK), where the seed origin
is Holland, and Olds, which grows their seed here in my hometown (Madison
WI.). The easiest time to find MG seeds (or most other commonly sold seeds)
is in the Spring, when they are sold at supermarkets, hardware stores, etc.

    Play it safe. Before you consume the seeds, wash them. This is not to
prevent nausea, because even untreated MG seeds are probably going to make
you feel sick. The LSA, and the chemicals that make you feel sick are all
there *because* the plant does not want you eating its seeds. Washing them
removes any dirt and fungacides which may be on the seeds - things
you probably don't want to eat.

    I used a strainer (the kind used for noodles) to clean the seeds. Place
all the seeds in the strainer and run luke warm water over them for a minute
or two. You might want to use a little dishwashing liquid too. After washing
them, its time to consume them. The FAQ said LSA is water soluble, so ideally
you would grind up the seeds (a pepper grinder works well) and soak them in
water. Soak the seeds for an hour or two. Strain the water through a coffee
filter and drink the blackish-green water. Alas, in my own experience
(described below) the effect of the seeds is much stronger if you actually
drink the ground up seeds with the water.

    I've tried MG seeds on three occasions, all within a two week period a
about a month ago. The first time a friend and I consumed five 1.5 gram
packs between us. We ground up the seeds and put them in tea bags, which
we soaked in hot water for about 10 minutes. After a few hours we both
concluded that they had done little for us. We both just felt a liitle
'weird' for a few hours. On the up side, neither of us felt sick after
drinking our 'tea'.

    Being the stubborn person that I am (I am a programmer after all ;-) )
I was determined to see if there was anything to MG seeds. On the second
occasion I consumed six 1.2 ounce packs of seeds. On this occasion
I ground up the seeds and put soaked them in some water for about an hour.
I then drank the entire mess. In anticipation of feeling sick, I hopped
on my bicycle (it was a cold spring night) and rode around the city. I
had been hoping that the bike riding would keep my mind off any sickness.

    I started to feel sick after about half an hour. It started to get real
bad (the nausea) after 45 minutes. I had brought some pot with me just in
case, and after smoking a little almost all the nausea went away.
Unfortunatley, I was now high, so I could't really observe the MG seeds
as they came on :-). After about an hour I still felt nothing (besides being
high) and concluded prematurely that the seeds had done nothing. However,
As I was riding home, I began to feel *real* weird. My field of view seemed
to expand, and the entire sky looked enourmous. The bike ride home was
fantastic. I really can't explain the high -- I now understand why people
say you can't describe LSD to people who have never used it. The affects
wore off after about four hours, but I had a lot of trouble sleeping
that night.

    On the third occasion I was with my brother. This time I tried NINE
1.5 gram packs of ONLY heavenly blue seeds. Note that on the other two
times I had mixed different types of seeds. My brother tried only other
varieties of seeds. Again I ground up the seeds, soaked them in some water,
and drank the entire mix. This was to be the start of a huge, often
unenjoyable trip for me. My brother (who *has* tried acid) said that he
felt very little (that's why I recommend the Heavenly Blue seeds), but
that what he did feel was like the end of an acid trip.

    About an hour after eating the seeds, I began to feel sick. (we ate
the seeds at about eight at night). I would feel sick on and off during the
entire trip until about six in the morning, when I finally blew chunks. This
did not, however, end the trip.

    The affects of the high/trip came on very gradually, over some hours.
After staying with my brother for a few hours, I decided to try to bike home.
This was something of a mistake. Riding home was difficult, as everything
seemed strange and alien. I ride my bike a lot (I don't own a car) yet
even my bike seemed foreign -- I had trouble telling where my body ended
and the bike began. I also started experiencing visual hallucinations --
I saw red and green lights and my vision seemed soft and fuzzy. As cars passed
by me, their headlights seemed to shine through the back of my head. I also
started to get *real* paranoid and self-conscious.

    When I got to my apartment, I saw that my roommate was still up. I was
feeling so weird and paranoid that I felt I couldn't deal with talking to him.
So I wandered around my neighborhood late at night on my bike, paranoid
sick and tripping. That part was truly awfull. I began to worry that
that the seeds had been treated with Mercury and that I had permanently
lost my mind. After what seemed like days (actually only about an hour) I
returned to my apartment, where to my relief I found my roommate had gone
to bed. Feeling I might throwup, I went to the bathroom. In the mirror I
noticed that my pupils were fully dialated, and I spent several hours looking
at myself in the mirror. Near the end of this time the skin all over my
body seemed to be moving and crawling as I looked at it. This scared me
pretty bad, so I went to my room to try to sleep. (I still don't know whether
or not my skin was actually crawling, but it sure looked like it.)

    I coulnd't sleep - my bed, the room, everything was wrong. Also, I
kept seeing these strange lights - not really in the room, but more inside
myself. Some of them were pretty ornate and seemed to be moving. This
may sound cool, but it was *extremely* unpleasant. At that time I would
have given anything to stop the experience and roll over and go to bed.
Around 6:00 in the morning I finally hurled, but I still felt weird. The
REALLY STUPID thing was that I did this during a weekday, and I had to
go to work the next day. Not having slept at all, I went into work still
feeling pretty shook up, but I made it through the day.

    Overall it was a pretty nasty experience. I guess you'd say I had a
bad trip. On the plus side, I did have a few interesting thoughts.
The old philosophical mind/body problem seemed to become a non-problem.
At one point while I was looking at myself in the mirror, and struggling
with my nausea, the sick feeling suddenly became entirely a mental phenomena.
I came to see my body as a mental thing, merely an extension or lower
part of my entire being. This was something I actually experienced, not
just an intellectual realization. So rather than having ones mind a product
of the body/brain it seemed just the opposite to me.

    Also, I found myself thinking about the quote from (I think) Socrates
which goes something something like 'All I know is that I know nothing'.
I know this may sound sophomoric, but the truth of this statement dumb-
founded me. All our knowledge of 'things' or phenomena is ultimately
relative, referring to other things or phenomena. Science is just
a more rigorous way of classifying/observing/predicting things. But
ultimately we remain completely stupid -- we can never know what something
is. This seemed a fundamental truth, no matter how advanced we ever get
technologically. The world seemed like a very crazy, random, chaotic place -
like a giant zoo, with everybody living in it for completely different
reasons. These thoughts really depressed me at the time.

    Phew. Well, this has gotten long. In conclusion, I don't know if I'll
ever try MG seeds again. The length of my last experience with them, plus
the nausea and depression outweighed the positive aspects of it. If MG
seeds are at all like LSD (which I haven't tried), its probably easier
just to stick to acid. However, if you do try them, I'd recommend taking
no more than six 1.5 gram packs of seeds.

                Regards,

                    -Eric     [e-mail]
                        [e-mail]

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Newsgroups: alt.drugs
From: [e-mail] (Aqualung)
Subject: my night on morning glory seeds
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: Mon, 26 Apr 1993 18:58:06 GMT

After reading the FAQ and seeing another article on morning glory seeds I got
off the new archive, I wanted to try them. Well last Friday night I had
nothing to do. My buddy I usually hang out with was out of town and I was
looking at a very boring evening. So I decided, "what the hell," and I went
to the local supermarket and bought five 1.8 gram packs of Heavenly Blue
morning glory seeds. I wanted to grind them up and put them in water, but I
don't have a pepper grinder so I dumped the five packs into a baggie, took my
hammer and attempted to smash them outside on a tree stump. Well, of course,
the bag simply broke and seeds started to scatter. I don't think I lost a
substantial amount, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I just said, "f--k it," and
chewed the seeds. It was about 9 pm at this point. As I was chewing the
seeds, a friend dropped by with some alcohol. "Cool," I thought, at least
I'll have some company now. This friend also informed me that he had tried
morning glory seeds once and had only gotten sick to his stomach with no
psycadelic effect. But no, I wouldn't be daunted that easily.

Before I go on to describe the effects of the seeds, I feel the need to say
that I've never tried acid, but I have eaten shrooms on several occasions. So
all my comparisons will be to shrooms. Well, my friend and I made some fairly
strong margaritas and were sitting outside on the lawn smoking and drinking.
After about an hour and 2 margaritas (probably about 4 shots of tequila) I
started to feel really, really stoned. I felt like I'd done a few bong hits
of really good kind bud and drank a few beers along with it. My limbs were
really heavy, I kind of felt like I was moving in slow motion, you know, a
good high. At this point I lost track of time so I can't say how long things
took at this point except for the couple of times I looked at a clock.

After sitting out on the lawn a while more, we got cold and went inside. I
lied back on the couch and started staring at the ceiling. At this point it
felt like shrooms do when they start coming on. I have really great textured
walls and ceilings where I live that produce great effects when tripping. So
I watched the ceiling ripple and watched the ridges sway and move about a
bit. Let me point out that the hallucinations were very mild. It only felt
like the beginnings of a mushroom trip and nothing like I understand acid to
be. It was definately pleasent though. Although it was to a lesser degree
than shrooms, I got the feeling I always get that everything is perfect and
in its place and exactly as it should be. Well it turns out that this would
be the height of my "trip."

I got tired of staring at the ceiling fairly quickly, (something that doesn't
happen on shrooms) and my friend and I moved into my bedroom where we started
watching some TV. After a little TV I felt that I was beginning to come down.
I got this incredible desire to watch The Wall, so at about midnight I put
the tape in. I've watched The Wall when coming down from shrooms and I know
that the coming down period lasts much longer then it takes to finish the
movie. But the seeds had pretty much worn off by about 3/4 of the way
through. (Somewhere around Comfortably Numb.) It was probably somewhere
between 1 and 1:30 at that point.

Well the rest of the night isn't worth telling. Nothing more exciting
happened. Although I will point out two things. I was very restless after the
seeds wore off. I was wide awake and ready to go do something. Also,
apparently the seeds hadn't completely worn off until I woke up the next day.
For right before I finally went to bed at about 7 am, I stopped and looked at
my couch intensely for a bit. After a few seconds of staring, lo and behold
the fabric of my couch starting rippling and wavering and generally shifting
around. So some remnant of the seeds were still in my system ten hours after
I initially ate them.

My final analysis of the seeds is that they were worth doing. The seeds cost
me $5. In relation to other drugs they probably don't provide as much bang
for the buck. But I haven't been able to get my hands on any acid or shrooms
recently. And that $5 provided more entertainment than alcohol or a movie or
anything of that sort. What it felt like was a very mild shroom trip. In
fact, it was very similar to the time I ate shrooms two nights in a row and
the second night was very mild. The main difference from a mild shroom trip
was that I didn't get quite the same "warm fuzzy" feeling. There were a few
times of mild anxiety with the seeds. I think I'm going to try the seeds
again but I will increase the dosage. I'm a little wary of doing this,
though, because both sources I have from the net recommend no more than 9 or
10 grams, which is what I ate. Maybe I'll try 6 or 7 packs next time.

Oh yeah, one more thing. I suffered no nausia (sp?). The only side effect was
some pretty nasty diaharrea (sp?). But even that was short lived, it was gone
by the time I woke up the next morning.

Well, that's all. Have fun.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
                  -Robert Frost
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From: [e-mail] (Errington Shroud)
Subject: Morning Glory seeds are the work of the devil...
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: Mon, 5 Apr 1993 09:08:06 GMT

I just thought I would relate a brief personal experience with Morning
Glory.  This is not my first negative experience, but this was by far
the worst.

10:00pm  Washed off store bought seeds (in a vain attempt to remove any
    fungicide).   Started to grind them

10:45pm  With a very, very tired arm, I was done grinding them.  I put
    them in water and let them soak, stirring occasionally.  Took
    1 dramamine.

11:30pm  Poured the liquid through a coffee filter, then drank it.  It didn't
    taste or smell badly.

12:30pm Felt a little buzz, and a little sick.

1:30pm   Visited my friend, the toilet.  Felt slightly better, went back
    to my room.

1:45pm   Dropped by to visit the toilet again.

4:00pm   Still at the somewhat strange looking toilet, drinking water
    so I could have something to puke.  Dry heaving had grown old...

5:00pm  Fell asleep, hoping I would not choke on my own vomit.


It's been about a week, and my digestive system has still not fully recovered.


Just thought I'd give an experience to those thinking to try it.... :)


Jeff "Kaz" Kaczmarek

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"The future is long past forgotten, when you're on the road to madness!"
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From: [e-mail]
Subject: What I did Last Monday - By FwapNimmer SmapKnockle
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1993 20:33:26 GMT

        A slight uncertainty arises as to where to start my explanation of
this experience, because it eventually seemed to have found root in events
months before it actually took place. Nonetheless, I will do my best to
accurately describe the facts in rough chronological order, and to denote any
comments that I am adding as hindsight, as opposed to events/thoughts of the
time.  I expect that I'll still be remembering things that I left out for a
few weeks after I finish this file, but I hope it's relatively thorough.  This
may read a little choppily, because as I remember new things, I have to pick
where to place an account of them, but do your best - I'm posting this so that
the alt.drugs.veterans can anylize this experience to death.  It was
unbelievably powerful, and I'd like to hear as much as I can about it.  I came
out of it with a wonderful outlook on life, partly because of the realizations
I had about my life and the problems with it, party because I felt that I had
found the answers to most of those problems, and partly because I was still
alive at the end of it all.

        My recreational legal drug use had never produced what I would refer
to as a "trip", but instead, a wide array of buzzes, nothings, highs, stones
and such.  Mostly sensual experiences, with a dash of thought alteration,
basically.  I longed to experience the altered perception and psychadelia
documented in so many books, posts, and files I had collected.  I had always
prided myself in my habit of thoroughly researching a substance to the point
at which I could surprise almost anyone I met with a fact about it before I
would even consider ingesting it.  I've always had very clear boundaries
between substances: those I do/would use if given the chance, those I avoid at
all costs, and those on which I have yet to gain enough information.

        I had put D-lysergic acid amide on my list of substances on which I
had sufficient information to warrant experimentation, and apparently this was
either a premature assumption, or I made a few errors. Regardless, I ingested
7.2 grams of Heavenly Blue Morning Glory seeds, which should be approximately
280 seeds.  This was done over the course of about 45 minutes, and I had
another 1.8 grams to round it off to 9 handy when the phone rang.  The phone
conversation was more important to me than the last 70 seeds, so I talked.
About an hour later, at 9:45, I was tripping.

        I couldn't decide whether to lie down on my bed or sit up on its edge,
and my constant motion was a bit of a problem to the phone conversation,
because the phone in my bedroom rattles when moved.  To make things worse, I
couldn't stop trying to describe the breathing of the walls and the
multicolored mirrored spheres I saw spinning out to no end when I closed my
eyes.  It was thoroughly breathtaking, and I was almost giddy by the time we
decided to hang up, about 3 minutes later.  This left me free to watch the
happenings around me.  The breathing walls were neat, and somewhat of a sign
to me that I had done it - this was to be a fun ride.  But more profound were
the mirror balls.  Closing my eyes produced a vision as if I were literally
surrounded by floating silver spheres which were slowly rotating around each
other, and reflecting far-off shapes of red, yellow, and green.  I could have
watched them all night, but I had other plans.

        I was still coherent enough to brush my teeth and wash my face, and I
did so.  I went out into the living room to get my CD player, and carefully
returned to my room.  My CD player hadn't been working consistently, but my
other choice was to carry my stereo down the hallway, and I didn't trust my
vision or coordination well enough for that.  I expect that it still wasn't
working, but I was too far gone to care.  Anyhow, I plugged in the player,
took off my shirt, carefully put the little Morning Glory bags into a drawer,
and searched for Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon.  It took me a long time
to focus on the CDs well enough to pick it out, but eventually located it.  I
was unbelievably anxious to lie in my bed, close my eyes, and listen to my
music, and I remember smiling like an idiot through the entire preparation
process.  When I had finished, I put out the lights, applied my headphones,
slipped into bed, and pressed "Play".

        If only I had videotaped myself.  I spent the following 42 minutes 57
seconds listening to one of my favorite albums as if I had never heard music
before, and freely associating every concept that came into my mind with every
other that I had pondered that evening.  My thoughts were racing, and I seemed
to be pointing to them with various body parts as they passed me.  I'm not
sure how to best convey this concept, but as I connected my thoughts, I
attempted to whisper them to myself, and they were speeding by at such a rate
that the only things I spoke were along the lines of "O.k.- and then-  but
that means- so that- but- ha!- and- ha!" and I would preceed to emit a
whispered gasp of understanding, as if connecting these thoughts had explained
a major portion of my life.  Occasionally, I would decide that it would be
best if I calmed down and slept, but that could only last for a few seconds,
for as I would begin to ponder the act of calming down to sleep, I would whirl
into another episode of free association.

        Each of the connecting phrases I muttered (and then, but that means,
so that...) was accompanied by a physical movement.  My movements had become
very smooth, things such as running my fingertips down my face, wrapping my
arms slowly around myself, bringing my knees up to a rough fetal position and
then back... All very fluid, smooth motions.  But, when my thoughts were
jumping, each jump seemed to be accompanied by a single muscle moving, and
each of my limbs was accomplishing its current goal in motion by waiting for
one of its muscles to get its turn to move. At the time, I was only aware of a
singular sensation of motion that was felt first in a leg, then an arm, then a
foot, and such, but when I gasped with understanding at the end of my line of
thought, I would find my arms twisted into unnatural positions around my body
and each other.  I occasionally took breaks for breath (I was gasping out all
these thoughts to myself, and my breathing was abnormal enough as it was
without trying to keep quiet) or to feel my face, shake my hair (it felt
different every time I did that, but it usually felt like only a comparatively
few thin flowing strands, and it was electrifying to feel it rub against my
back) and play with other sensual abnormalities of the trip.  I was not tired
in the least, and this continued until the last track on the CD.

        Apparently, I picked a bad time to try to settle down and sleep,
because at the moment I stopped thinking wildly, "Eclipse" began to play.  I
had already been making seemingly astouding discoveries about everything I
knew, and anyone who knows the lyrics to Eclipse is aware of the connection
therein.  Basically, I was now told that Everything I touch, see, taste, feel,
love, hate, distrust, save, give, deal, buy, beg, borrow, or steal, All I
create, destroy, do, say, eat, everyone I meet, all that I slight, everyone I
fight, all that is now, all that is gone, all that's to come, and everything
under the sun is in tune - but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.  Awaiting that
ending, each line sobered me as I became very... wary.  Not frightened, but
aware of the depth of the experience, I guess.  I'm not certain how to
describe it, but I was laying there astonished at something, and when the song
ended, I very slowly and almost absentmindedly removed my headphones.  My mind
was, in effect, blown.

        From this point, my chronological order is likely to be less than
accurate.  I honestly cannot recall what happened next, but I vaguely remember
the same sort of racing thought I had just expereinced, but more slowly.  The
topics seemed to be drawing to a close, and not towards an end I wanted to
reach.  I could do nothing to stop it, so I was forced to lie there and watch
my mind connect thoughts that I was just as willing to forget.  The visuals at
this point were very vivid, but I regret that I cannot specifically explain
any of them.  They were basically graphical representations of the thoughts I
was having.  Finally, my thoughts had all been connected to form only a few
basic concepts which I preceeded to intertwine to form one.  Suddenly,
everything was before me.

        I felt as if I was faced with a choice.  I could see a swirling
representation of everything that exists, interacting with everything else
that exists to form an everything that was itself as well as its parts.  I
understood what this collection of things I saw in front of me represented -
it was an omniscience that COULD stem from the realizations I was having that
night.  I had been lucky enough to be given the decision, apparently, but it
was not an easy one.  I could either leap forward into the all-knowing mass of
everything before me, or make my way back to my home, and to this reality.  I
felt as if understanding all there was to know would be a method of nullifying
my existence, because there would be nothing towards which to climb, but also
that returning to my reality was a "death" of some sort.  I'm not certain what
it was that I feared, but I felt certain that I was risking death by
returning.  (Perhaps I was seeing the omniscience as a form of immortality - I
do seem to remember a sense that it would be a connection with an all-powerful
consciousness)...  I chose to return, although I do not recall actively making
the decision (I'm tempted to think that the drug was simply wearing off).  I
do have a vague memory of visualizing all the thoughts I had intertwined
rapidly untangling, as I recursively regressed to the point at which I began -
my mind had many many different concepts to consider, and they were not all
connected.  It was quite a bit of work to return, but eventually, I opened my
eyes, and saw my room.

        Well, it was SORT of my room.  Almost everything was out of place,
with the exception of the clock.  The clock insisted on misbehaving, and I
often found that two checks of the clock that seemed to be in rapid succession
produced readings of 1:30 and then 1:55, for instance.  My first goal was to
slow the clock down, or speed it up, whichever it happened to need, until it
was correct, so I could form some sort of an anchor to something roughly
tangible.  Finally, when I was convinced that I was relatively back to
reality, I was brave enough to roll over and look at the floor.

        There was my CD player, next to my headset, and the cord strewn over
the general vicinity.  I reached for the cord, and touched nothing but carpet.
I looked again, and realized that I hadn't reached for the cord, but for part
of the sculpture of the carpet.  Suddenly, the floor was different - I was
better oriented, I could see where the cord actually was.  I pieced my room
back together this was, noting when my senses were and weren't correct, being
extremely proud over having changed something physically and having it remain
changed when I returned to it.  The next step was my bed covers.  The turning
and twisting I was doing over the course of my thoughts had twisted up my
sheets rather nicely, so I decided to untwist them.  My sheets are covered
with irregular stripes, and in my current state, these were very misleading. I
untwisted completely four times before it was actually physically completely
untwisted.  When I felt the bottom sheet form a consistantly flat covering
over me, I was even better oriented.  It was now, I decided, well past time to
get up, use the bathroom, and get a drink.

        I turned to my door.  I reached out to grab its edge, but my hand
seemed to roll around a fourth side before I could see where the actualy three
I was concerned with were.  I pulled, and was startled by a loud knocking
sound.  I looked around, and noticed my hairbrush near the door's path.  As a
reality check, I closed the door, mover the brush, and re-opened the door.  It
did not knock. I was proud.  I closed the door, stood up, and replaced my
clothing on my body.  Feeling the sensations of fabric running along my skin
replaced much of my anchor in reality, also.  I quietly opened the door again,
and walked down the hallway.  I walked into the bathroom, and my perspectives
in there helped set me straight, because the bathroom was one of the last
rooms I visited before the LSA took.  The shower curtain, the sink, the tile,
my sister's little jar of sea monkeys in the corner...  They all seemed right,
and I knew I was closer.  The only thing that startled me was the cloth above
me and to my left.  I stared at the designs, though, and realized that my
mother had hung wet clothing over the curtain rod to dry, and this reminded me
that time had gone on even after I'd closed my bedroom door the evening
before.  Things looked promising, but I was still in my own little altered
state, not actively noticing the things around me.  I left the bathroom and
went further down the hallway to the kitchen.

        Without filling in any details of the parts of the kitchen itself,
relevant to this action or not, I did nothing but the following: I got a
glassful of juice.  It wasn't until I took a large drink that I realized
everything around me - and it was exactly as it should have been.  The juice,
however, was not from the same fruit as that which I had been drinking with my
seeds, and the new taste surprised me - waking me to my surroundings.  I was
quite impressed that this had such an effect, and I went around touching
things..  The dog's leash, the microwave, the table.  I read a bit of the
newspaper.  I had to get back to bed, I decided.

        My room was still foreign, however, and I had some reality to set back
into place.  I had made quite a few things in my room do what they should, but
I still could not form one clear picture of my surroundings.  I spend the time
to come playing with objects, re-learning their tendencies, and interaction
with other objects. For instance, one of the more interesting was when I saw
my juggling bags on the floor.  I picked one up, tossed it and caught it, and
finally decided to toss it off the edge of the bed.  It landed on the ground
with a thud, and I became more aware of gravity, and where the floor was.  I
played with my clock radio, making it pop with noise by turning on the radio
with no volume.  I turned the light on and off a few times.  I opened my door
and did the same, feeling it necessary that I was vulnerable to being "caught"
while doing this.  (I would suggest that since I quite often have a very real
sense of where my family is, and whether or not they can discover me in any
act they would not approve of, I was attempting to create a little mild
paranoia to which I could relate).

        Throughout this entire ordeal, there were a few things that recurred.
For isntance, When the room was particularly silent, I could hear my watch on
the bedside table.  Its band has been broken for ages, and thus it's well
buried by other bedside table-type items, and I wasn't used to hearing it.  In
order to concentrate on it, I would mutter "ticktickticktickticktickticktick".
I quite often looked myself over, to see how familiar I looked, and I
occasionally would find it necessary to sepecifically check the familiarity of
my genitals (with and without the door open).  One of the strangest actions
was tickling my gag relfex.  It wasn't as responsive as it usually would be,
and I think that the closer it came to responding as I was accustomed, the
closer I felt to reality. Occasionally, I would feel something unfamiliar,
like a 1mm thick disk, I think, and reach for it, but it would always fall
farther down my throat, and I felt as if I were curling my finger into my
throat, through my tounge, and back around in a full spiral.  I finally
stopped this habit by staring into my throat via my mirror while doing this,
and at first my throat appeared as a terrifying cavern of death, but it
gradually became the back of my mouth as I remembered it. Rubbing my hand over
my face to confirm that it was the face I remembered would (naturally)
occasionally cause my hand to brush over my lips, and the feeling reminded me
of a specific intimate encounter of the past. Also, I noticed that my inner
lip produced a much more smooth sensation across my hand than I would expect
from saliva.  Whatever I pictured myself doing, I would proceed to do, because
I knew that confirming the images in my mind was the only way to convince
myself that I was perceiving things as they were.

        I finally turned away from the room, and towards myself.  I looked in
the little mirror on my headboard, and I did not recognize my physical self as
it currently is.  I reminded myself of the 7th grade me, except my hair was as
it currently is.  The most profound differences were my facial features, and
the presence of a large amount of acne that wasn't there when I went to sleep.
I tenatively rubbed one of the pimples I saw, and found nothing but flat skin.
Good.  I felt my entire forehead and face for bumps, and found my complexion
was much clearer than the mirror suggested. I looked back, and I was a much
closer to normal.  I looked back at my floor, to re-confirm the stability of
reality, and noticed my CD player.  I pressed play, and when I heard sound, I
picked up the headphones.  I didn't wear them, but I moved them around, and
oriented myself to the sound.  It helped tremendously, as did proving that I
could change things by playing with the skip/search buttons.  Finally, I
stopped, and removed the CD.  I looked at it, had some profound thoughts about
creative energy in the mind, glanced at my guitar, and then back at the CD.  I
turned it around, to see my face in the back, and what I found was a small,
frightened, unfamiliar face with meek features.  Suddenly, the face rapidly
transformed into dozens and dozens of other unfamiliar faces, until I looked
away, and placed the CD in its jewel box.  I looked in my mirror, and I saw my
face.  Comfort.  But suddenly, the right half of the mouth in the mirror
twisted into the most angry snarl I'd ever seen on my face, and then quickly
calmed to normal.  The left half followed suit, but this was more feirce.
Finally, I physically curled my face into an ugly, angry snarl, and silently
roared, feeling a large amount of negative energy being dispersed in that act.
I could tell that this was nerely over.

        Suddenly, however, I began feeling that, even though I'd regained most
of my reality, that I might have caused some sort of permanent psychosis.  I
wondered if it would be too late to save me, or if there was still time, or
perhaps if there would only be time if I sought help immediately.  I was faced
with the issue of coming to my parents about the night's experiement.  I
suddenly felt that I had no choice but to tell them, but there was still
enough sense in me not to.  I knew that this would HAVE to wear off, but I
also wasn't certain what would be left behind.  I opened my door again, and
sat down on the carpet before the tile of the hallway.  I breathed.  It was a
very liquid, unfamiliar breath.  I suddenly decided to breathe very rapidly.
And the quiet sound of my hyperventalation produced a spinning sound in my
head as if the noise were actually produces by a large spinning wheel that
made little gasping noises periodically.  The sensation reminded me of the
sensation I had earlier on in the trip of many small things meshing together
to form a large whole.  My breathing returned to normal, and I began to cry. I
hadn't cried in a long time (I'd needed to, I think...) and it was a very
heartfelt cry.  I was careful not to bawl and wake people up, because sitting
in my door put me within a meter of my parent's door.  It was a gasping, teary
cry.  I rubbed my eyes, and the moistness reminded me specifically of the
sensation I had earlier rubbing my had inside my lip.  I had some
philosophical realization about the connection between my intimate activites,
drug activities, and the sorrow/pain I was crying for.  After 5 minutes, I
calmed down.

        I got up, took one more trip to the bathroom, and while there, my ears
were bombarded with sounds.  I recognized my parents' TV, which I had turned
off as soon as I was coherent enough to do so.  My father's alarm clock, which
wouldn't be going off this early, was buzzing in my head.  My families voices
were audible in the far distance, and I realized that I'd been hearing them
throughout the past hour or two.  I was a bit afraid that I wasn't perceiving
anything correctly, and they were in fact right over me trying to wake me, or
something of the sort.  Finally, though, I left the bathroom, checked their
room, and they were still asleep, the television off, the alarm silent.  I
smiled.  Things were right, things were good.  I walked back to my room.
Looking it over, I realized that it was back in order, I checked the clock - I
had a couple hours of sleep ahead of me.  I stared at my bed.

        I slid into my bed, and as I did, I could see, hear, and feel the
remaining uncertainties and inconsistancies of my surroundings disappearing as
the sheets sliding down my arms produced the most familiar feelings I'd felt
all night.  I slept.
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From: [e-mail]
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: Morning Glory
Date: 10 May 1993 15:49:15 GMT
Message-ID: <1slthr$[e-mail]>

Hi,

    This is posted for a FOAF: I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THIS!

******************************************************************************

    I was out looking for a nice pussy willow to plant in the back yard
when I saw them - Heavenly Blue MG seeds, $1.00/2gm pack. What the hell.
I bought 6.

    I looked up prior postings and decided that 8gm would be a decent dose.
I washed the seeds (they look like elongated peppercorns) in a bowl with warm
water and a tiny bit of dish soap, then rinsed them well in a strainer. I ate
a couple and waited a half hour, to see if there were any surprises - there
weren't - so I ground the seeds real fine in a coffee grinder, mixed them with
water in a glass, and let is soak for another 1/2 half hour or so.

    I drank the liquid, refilled the glass, and waited some more...

    Mild effects, minor visuals, mild nausea...

    Drank the liquid again. Tasted much stronger this time, sort of like
peanuts, sort of like magic mushrooms...

    Got progressively more nauseous. Finally used my finger to puke,
and puked and puked and puked and lay down on the floor and puked and puked.
Awful. Tripping now, too, great fun... I could see how a novice could TOTALLY
lose it under these conditions. Nausea didn't feel like nausea anymore, it
felt like twitchy anxiety and impending panic, then I'd puke and be totally
fine for 5 minutes. (My life became a phrase: PUKE = GOOD).

    The trip that followed was actually nice, though - no visuals,
but nice emotional experience and a zoomy head. Hardly worth it, however...

    An interesting point - an unusual aspect of this was that stimulation
was generally unpleasant - I wanted to be in a dark, quite place, with my
woman around talking but not touching me. I felt twitchy, and I didn't
want to move my head at all. I did the whole trip in bed...

    Moral of the story: Acid is only $2.00 a hit.

******************************************************************************

                            - Michael Chase
                            (not mike@cadif!)

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Newsgroups: alt.drugs
From: Nathan.Bowen <[e-mail]>
Subject: The Most Beautiful Sky Blue Flowers I've Found (LSA)
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: Tue, 6 Jul 1993 06:45:30 GMT

    It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we had a plan.  Well, okay,
we didn't really have one, but we had several goals, a car, and even a
little bit of money.  So it was that I found myself at Stein Gardens and
Gifts with two of my close friends, scanning what remained for the summer
of their seed rack. Our eyes were caught by some "Beautiful Sky Blue
Flowers" (according to the packaging) that were being sold for $1.99 per
package of 6 grams.  This was definitely the best price we had ever seen,
and we decided to purchase 3 packages - 9 grams for each of the two of us
that possessed interest in the usage of the seeds.  We walked out of the
store with 18 grams of Heavenly Blue Morning Glory seeds and a Nut Roll
candy bar.  After giving a quick shake to the rubber hand that has been so
deftly placed to hang out of the trunk of my friend's car, we entered the
vehicle and proceeded to the shopping mall.

    First of all, we seized the opportunity to search for new reading
material at WaldenBooks.  The next stop was Kohl's Department Store, where
we quickly made our way to the kitchen supply department.  Our last
endeavor with these seeds included a rather silly period during which, for
lack of a better means, we found ourselves sitting around a piece of
cardboard, taking at the seeds with various sundry items (a hammer, a "C"
size battery, an N2O cracker). While this had proved entertaining, we were
rather joyful to exit Kohl's with a lovely $8.99 Mr. Dudley "Princess"
pepper grinder.  After acquiring some delicious cookies of the macadamia
nut-containing variety, we left the mall to check in at my home, gleefully
grinding the included peppercorns wherever our path led (we had to empty it
_somehow_!).

    At my house, I filled my bag with a change of clothes, some coffee
filters (to replace the paper towling of our last attempt - a successful
attempt, but cumbersome, at best), some plastic bags to fill with the
product of the grinder, a toothbrush, and 3.6 more grams of seeds whose
presence in my drawer I had hitherto neglected to remember.  10.8 grams of
seeds for each of us - it was bound to be a good night.  We returned to the
apartment of my companion for the night's journey (who will henceforth be
referred to as "Zworfin"), and set about our work.

    The two that would not be partaking of our potion (the one who had gone
shopping with us, who will henceforth be referred to as "Jarquom", and the
person living with Zworfin, who will henceforth be referred to as
"Prulict") left for Taco Bell.  After the first (approximately) 6 grams,
our "Princess" jammed up, and became stuck in the "closed" position.  Enter
cardboard, hammer, Energizer, and Duracell.  Eventually, we had two piles
of fine white powder with black specks, each massing approximately 10.8
grams, and some Nacho Supreme.  At 8:30PM, We carefully placed the piles of
powder into two empty Ice Mountain bottles (chosen for the easy pouring
associated with a beverage bottle's neck) with some rather warm water, and
not-so-carefully ate our suppers for the evening, and set about watching
the breathtaking thunderstorm the night had given us, while occasionally
stirring our concoctions.

    It was interesting to note that the rather apocalyptic weather of late
was easily understood in the light of the prophetic dream of one of our
friends: the world was ending in this dream, and it was July 17, 1993.  We
chatted idly about the obvious fact that we had merely 2 weeks of this life
left, and eventually, 9:00 rolled around.

    It didn't take long to rip all of our coffee filters, lose a good deal
of filtrate, and feel hopeless.  Luckily, we found that a handkerchief made
a much more effective filter in this case, and we obtained a large amount
of liquid, keeping the bulk of the solid matter in the cloth.  We cleaned
up the kitchen, proposed a toast to permanent psychoses, clicked glasses,
and stared at our potion.  Jarquom wittily began to chant "Chug.. Chug..
Chug!", and Zworfin and I naively obliged.  This was most likely the worst
decision of the night, and the taste made me lightheaded enough that I
wouldn't have been disappointed if the LSA didn't take.  We quickly
attacked the pitcher of juice in the refrigerator, and within minutes, our
suffering was over.  Prulict and Jarquom had popped "White Men Can't Jump"
into the VCR, so I sat down to watch it while Zworfin grabbed his book and
CD player.

    I'd estimate that it was very roughly 10:30 when Zworfin was starting
to smile at nod knowingly, and I was groaning and clutching my rather
displeased stomach.  I was rather certain that I would not enjoy my journey
if I embarked upon it with this sort of physical sensation.  I considered
the tried-and-true method of purging one's digestive system in order to
smooth out the trip, but I couldn't bring myself to do that.  In order to
make it to church on time, Jarquom left at the end of the movie (probably
around 11:00), driven by Prulict.  I was a little disturbed by Prulict's
absence, as she was to be our anchor-to-reality, guide, and babysitter, but
she would return soon, of course.  While she was gone, my trip turned
around completely.  It seems that the basic turning point was the partaking
of a Mr. Freeze-style popsicle at the behest of Zworfin.  I was beginning
to feel the amplification of all physical touch, and my mind was softly
humming with the giddy onset of free association.  Zworfin was overjoyed,
as he was definitely eager to have a companion for his trip.  Prulict
returned, and after taking care of some minor things around the apartment
(laundry and such), she sat down with us, and joined us.

    She truly did join us, too.  All three of us agreed that it almost
seemed as if she had imbibed a decent share of LSA, also.  Of course, she
still had a firm grip on reality, but she was willing to "play along" with
our silliness, and she enveloped herself completely in the emotional
outpouring that Zworfin and I had for her.  There had been a few too many
problems in our relationship (1 relationship for the three of us, because
that's basically the way we live it), and we couldn't have hoped for a more
thorough reconciliation.  Zworfin and I quickly understood what had been
separating us, and we were able to finish each other's sentences to an
unreasonable extent, as if we both had a full script in front of us.  After
we felt our problems solved, we turned to Prulict.  We realized suddenly
how important she was to our experience, our lives, and our relationship -
and she was the main object of our thoughts for most, if not all, of the
trip.

    Although I'm still not sure ultimately how the entire experience
affected Zworfin and Prulict's relationship, I was presented with a
remarkable understanding of how the entire ordeal would eventually turn out
favorably. Prulict will be leaving soon to spend some time on her own,
sorting things out, but I have never felt closer to anyone than I felt to
the two of them that night - and I now am well aware that that bond will
always, in some way, hold us all together.  I was in constant awe at the
beauty surrounding me - Zworfin, who had helped me through the most
difficult times in my life thusfar; Prulict, who had entered into my life
rather recently, but to whom I already felt a love as strong as any I've
ever known; and the relationship between all three of us, which was
manifesting as a pure ever-strengthening glow of closeness.  Many important
realizations and analogies about life and reality were developed that
night, but none seemed as important as the understanding and sharing that
went on between us.

    The profound glowing ecstasy of it all is beyond description.  I felt
at many times as if I would cry from the sheer beauty of it all - even when
Zworfin was expressing his tearing emotions of loss at Prulict's planned
departure, my tears were not of sadness, but of love and joy for the
wondrous light I saw in both of them.  I could tell, then, in everything
that any of us did - I saw myself in them, and each of them in the other
and myself.  We spent much time snuggling and idly holding hands/stroking
arms in various combinations, and the pure energy that was transmitted to
me caused me to wonder if my body could handle such warm, all-encompassing
sensations.  I also have never seen such beauty as I found in Prulict's
reactions to the experience.

    Eventually, Prulict grew tired, and Zworfin and I were able to continue
our discussions between each other, basking in the seemingly error-free
connection between our thoughts.  We could discuss a model for reality, and
it would instantly appear in the other's mind.  The most useful and
applicable of these was a fractal model for relationships, thoughts, and
experiences.  A thought or an experience is an infinite spiral, consisting
of innumerable other spirals, and placed as a component of other, larger
spirals.  Thus, a thought could be pursued into itself, gaining detail as
the spirals of which it is composed are made up.  Or, one can pursue the
thought as it relates to other thoughts - where it fits in the larger
spirals.  When we gave an analogy to the other, it was an empty spiral, and
it only made sense when we realized how to fit our existing thoughts into
it.  A few clues, the thoughts that we had already understood to fit into
the analogy, would help to get the point across.  An analogy for this (not
to get carried away.. :): If I give you a bunch of stones and say "Arrange
them in the right order", you're sort of at a loss.  But, if I say,
"Arrange them into a circle with a line through the center", you can make
an image that looks very nearly like mine.  The line could be oriented
incorrectly, but one of us has only to walk a short distance around the
circle to remedy that.

    We continued on until 4 or 5 in the morning, when I took 150mg of
Valerian Extract, in an attempt to cushion the ride back down and get some
sleep.  It worked beautifully.  I felt myself tying up loose ends, and
coming back to reality, a sensation I find perhaps more intriguing than
much of the trip, but it was very smooth.  I closed my eyes, and saw
beautiful images that reminded me of computer graphics (in fact, I'm in the
process of ray tracing and animating one of them).  Zworfin saw similar
images.  We knew that this would be a major stepping stone in many of the
relationships we've been strongly working to lift to the level that ours
has reached.  Indeed, discussing this with a few other friends the day
after proved to patch many gaps in our understanding of each other.

    It is for this that I advocate the usage of substances such as LSA.  We
made an effort to use it efficiently, effectively, responsibly, and safely,
and 2 days later, the only effects that remain with me are the newfound
love among my friends.  Learning to use powerful tools has its rewards, and
the human mind is my favorite of all the tools I've yet to encounter.  I
expect I'll be writing a huge text on the things we learned, in the hopes
that a few more people will understand them.  I can't hope to include the
majority of even the highlights, because it was all so important, but this
should at least serve to reaffirm the sense that these substances have the
potential to create and further beautiful things - in ways I could no
longer deny.

-Nathan                                           [e-mail]
I love you all.

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From: [e-mail] (STICKY)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: Morning Glory Story
Date: 4 May 94 12:49:48 CST
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>

    Could anyone recommend a safe but effective dosage of morning glory
seeds?  I have munched on seeds on a few occasions, once with visual effects,
but I hear they are poisonous.  This one place I bought seeds from told me they
weren't responsible for me poisoning myself to death or into a coma when I
bought four packages.  Is there any truth to this at all?  The most I have ever
eaten at a time was three and one-half packages, about a hundred seeds.  I felt
quite nauseous and my stomach ached for an hour but this went away.
Then my body felt sore and a little weak, up until a day later.
I went home and I saw an alien superimposed on the Rush
Limbaugh show (not that I regularly watch that) and fractals on my ceiling
later that night.  Of course, the experience was probably enhanced by MJ and
this homemade passion-flower concentrate (a little harmine).  I want to eat
seeds again but I'd like to know the consequences first.  Also, rumors say the
alkaloid in the seeds closely resembles LSD25 and the visuals were very
LSD-like.  Any truth in that?

        Any help would be much appreciated,
            sticky

P.S.  Could anyone send me a picture of what a Syrian Rue plant looks like?  I
live in the right area and I would love to find this harmaline-rich plant.
I could provide seeds and roots in return if I find it.

        whatever it is I think I see
        becomes a tootsie roll to me

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From: Tommy the Tourist <[e-mail]>
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: GLOIRE DU MATIN (BLEU CIEL) - first time
Date: 16 Jun 1994 09:10:49 GMT
Message-ID: <2tp4up$[e-mail]>

Well after all of the recent talk about Morning Glory, I tried it
for the first time.  In fact this is really, my first experience
with psychedelics, other than grass.

Very Strange.  First off, I decided that an appropriate dose
would be about 100 seeds.  I guess that this would correspond to
approximately 100ug LSA.  I took the seeds and ground them very
fine with my coffee grinder.  I remembered that some posts
mentioned that nausea, is a common side effect, so I decided to use
an enema.  Big mistake.  I mixed the ground powder with water,
and poured the solution into the bag.  Something in the seeds
swelled up unbelievably, clogging the tube.  What a mess.
Eventually, I got most of the liquid inside of me, and I will
omit the gory details.

Within maybe, five minutes, the tiles in the bathroom began to
swim, almost as though my vision didn't like the hard edged lines
of the grout.  Circular objects didn't present as much of a
problem, only anything with a corner.  I decided to have a warm
bath.  I drew the bath and soaked for maybe fifteen minutes.

When I closed my eyes, I found that I was perfectly calm and
centered, as if nothing was going on.  Then I'd open them up,
and everything would look O.K. for a couple of seconds, and then
would start to swim. Closing my eyes, would bring me back
together again.  I lost sense of time, though, and I started to
feel very tired.  I don't know if it was the MG or the bath, that
was making me feel that way.

I lay down on the couch, and sleep rapidly came over me.  It was
almost as if I couldn't keep my eyes open.  I don't remember much
after this, except for a small part of the dream which I had.

Towards the end, when I was getting up or preparing to wake up, I
was in some type of garden.  It was somewhat tropical, but it
didn't quite feel natural.  Almost as though it was cultivated.
All of the normal elements, which I associate with nature were
absent.  There were no sounds, no feeling of sunlight, no winds.
And yet this garden was very dense with plants.  It wasn't even
as though I was in the garden, I was watching myself in the
garden.  (It's strange, as I try to write about this, it becomes
hazy.)  Because, I WAS in the garden?!?!

All in all, a very strange experience, although I only remember a
few minutes at the start, and those split seconds before I woke
from the dream.  The hours in between are gone.  Definitely,
interesting, though.  I felt strange for the rest of the day, and
since then have had a couple of days, where I just felt "right".

Now for the questions,  How can I eliminate whatever material
swells up?  I've got some of the information on extraction, but
chemistry is not my field.  Is Robonsol lighter fluid a
substitute for ether?  I'm not sure if Robonsol is like Zippo or
not.  (And I'll be damned, if I can figure out what "ether" is.)
or anything about solvents.  (If I can't even do a MG extraction,
what on earth am I going to do with canary seed.)

Second, is the extraction into ethanol, only to deal with nausea?
I guess that an enema eliminates this or am I wrong.

Then as far as the experience itself goes:

Does MG, have a sedating effect.  This stuff knocked mye out.

Second, what is this entity that's spoken of.  Somehow, I could
say that there was a definite presence there with me, but I
couldn't identify it.  Although it did seem that we were
communing.

Thanks to anyone, who can help me with my questions;  please post
as my email is unreliable.  This experience was definitely
interesting.  Nothing at all like my yoga experiences.  And
definitely worth repeating.


--Stefan Atien














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Subject: GLOIRE DU MATIN (BLEU CIEL) - second time
Date: 2 Jul 1994 21:04:29 GMT
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Well, I finally did the morning glory trip.  The first time I tried it, I
ended up falling asleep, and didn't get the whole expereince.  But it
left me feeling alive and happy for days afterwards.  Now there's any
emptiness in my soul.  But it's not an emptyness, from using the potion.
No, quite the opposite.  It's an emptiness, because of what it is that
isn't here right now.  (Semantics of dubious distinction.)

Let me just say, that I have never had an experience like this.  Sure,
I've smoked a couple of joints, and tried one or two substances, but this
is beyond all description.  I took 500 Heavenly blue seeds, ground them
up into a fine powder; and did a bit of an extraction.  I dried the seed
powder, mixed it in a glass with a Jolt and a shot of Vodka.  And tried
to down as much of it as I could.  This stuff is awful tasting.

I drank the potion at 10:00 last night.  What a night I've had.  it's
beyond words.  I've practiced yoga for many years now, and I think it
really helped me for this experience. By 11:00, I felt strange, but in an
unquantifiable way.  I'm posting from Canada, and we had our big birthday
celebration here yesterday, so I wanted to go out and enjoy myself.  I
tried to have a bath, but I had forgotten how to.  Or more precisely, I
just wasn't washing parts of my body by rote.  I had to think, of what I
was doing.  At 12:00, I finally made it out the door.

And then the adventure began...

What an adventure.  Bars are an absolutely fascinating place.  Who needs
a rave.  It isn't a time or a space, it's a frame of reference.  This was
indescribable.  I finally understood, Warhol's, statement about everyone's
15 minutes.  And I understood about everyone's game.  It's amazing how
all of the pretence, all of the falsehood melts away.  And it's great how
you can take someone's energy and build it, or take it and leave it
behind.  A feeling of sadness can just flood you, and then in a moment
it's gone, because you realize it's just a feeling, but ecstasy is
different.  THAT stays.  Call it a real world, where all of the nonsense
just disappears.

On the dance floor, the energy was fantastic.  The crowd was all up and
together because of the Canada day celebration.  And the music and the
sounds and the lights.  (This is all beyond words.)  But I heard the
sounds of the natives, a chant, but it wasn't;  more like a click sound,
the sound of everyone who has taken it before.  (This is all beyond
words.)  But I bought, things, and then just left them.  It's amazing,
that you can just go and give someone money, and then they'll give you
something.  THIS WAS A REVELATION.  Dancing to a remix of the Village
People's YMCA, and doing the bump and grind, and chattanooga with
everyone on the dance floor.  Stripping off my shirt, and having people
read my T-Shirt, and having them just get a great smile over their
face.   "Life's Short, stay hard," it said.  People would read it, and
then look up at me, (I'm very tall), and then they would just get this
beautiful smile.  Having people dance, is incredible.  Especially
natives. It's just beyond words.

I got tired after a while, and went and bought some chicken wings.  Not
to actually eat, mind you.  (That would have made me ill.)  But just the
actual experience.  But I did ask the bartender for a couple pieces of
lime.  The fruit was far more nourishing than anything else.  And from
there the experience began.

I'll leave out the part about going to the other bar, and seeing more
games of a different type.  And of the two people who were screwing in
their motor home, parked outside of a funeral parlour which was just
being built, and of the Masonic temple, with the two dead tree stumps
guarding the front entrance.  And get to the garden.  The garden in the
middle of the city.  I realized that the key to a garden are the spirits
who live there.  And how important it is to make a place for them.  I
stayed in the garden till dawn, feeling the soft earth, give under my
every step, the magnetic draw of fallow ground, the dancing of water over
the rocks, and the waterfalls.  This garden is in the middle of the city,
with soaring skyscrapers all around.  This little piece of paradise in
the middle of the city.

The only thing I can say is wow.  Total amazement.  I know this all
sounds very disjointed, but it's beyond all words.

This post is getting far too long.  There is so much to say, And yet
words can't possibly do it any justice.  If there is any such thing as a
cathartic experience, this is it.  It's been enough for me to think of
reevaluating my entire life.

Do I recommend it to anyone?  Well, yes, and no.  I think if the time and
the mood is right, it will happen.  There's no need to go searching for
it somewhere else, because happiness, and bliss isn't anywhere else.
It's all right here, right under our noses, if we would only stop the
nonsense, and listen.  "Stop Making Sense", indeed, "True Stories" from
the twilight zone.  And a foro.

Peace,

Istvan.

P.S.  If anyone has part 2 of the morning glory FAQ, could they please
post it.  After this experience, I think I might be able to understand it.














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Subject: Ah, the Glory...
From: [e-mail] (Tom Biggs)
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: Tue, 30 Aug 94 16:59:00 -0640

A FOAF stopped on the way home from work where he had noticed some
wonderful blue flowers growing on the edge of a cornfield.  As he had
suspected, they were Morning Glories, presumably the coveted Heavenly
Blue variety.  He wanted to get an idea of what the plants, and
especially the seed pods, looked like so he could go back and harvest
them at the end of the season.  He picked a few pods to take home and
examine, even though they weren't really mature.

On the way home, on impulse, he popped about 6 seed pods into his mouth,
chewed them thoroughly, and swallowed them.  That would be about 48
seeds because they seemed to have about 8 seeds per pod.  It suggests
200 or so seeds in the MG FAQ, so he probably got about a 1/4 hit type
dose.

And that is what happened!  The heightened senses, the sense of
an impending trip, a slight tendency to laugh, and sleeplessness later
that night, all suggested that he had taken about 1/4 hit;  he had
experimented with 1/4 hit doses before.  Not a trip, really.
He remembered what Graeme Carl had written about "thresholds", where it
takes a certain amount to jump between levels of tripping, or to trip at
all.  He also wondered whatever happened to Graeme, perhaps he had an
account at university and has no access to the Net now.

The FOAF was delighted by the results of this impromptu experiment and
now is impatient for the end of the growing season so that he can go
harvest those seeds.  Of course, he is going to order more from the seed
catalogs as well, but it is always fun to get a trip out of the local
environment.  He has read the MG FAQ and is ready to extract and enjoy.


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'77 KZ650  "Kawaski"
"The ultimate result of shielding men from the results of folly
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From: [e-mail] (Deadhead24)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: Morning Glory experience
Date: 5 Sep 1994 20:25:02 -0400
Message-ID: <34gcsu$[e-mail]>

[reformatted -cak]

After reading so much on Morning Glory seeds of late, I decided to try it
myself.  I counted out 200 seeds (~6 1/3 packets purchased at Home Depot),
washed them with a little dish soap, thoroughly dried, and ground them up in
a pepper mill.

What a tedious chore that was!  The following I did outdoors using
ordinary drinking glasses, coffee filters, plastic funnel, and a warming
plate.  I soaked the ground seeds in ~50ml Naptha (from Home Depot) on the
warming plate for ~20min; frequently swirling and never quite reaching the
boiling point, and then filtered (didn't dissolve the plastic funnel;
I tried that beforehand).  I performed this a total of 3 times.  The
naptha extract (yellowish and slightly opaque), was discarded.  After
thoroughly drying the ground up seeds again, I extracted them with denatured
alcohol (EtOH w/ MeOH, again from Home Depot).  I followed the same general
pattern; ~50ml with warming not quite to boiling with swirling for ~20min,
then filtering.  Again, this was performed 3 times.  The ground seeds were
discarded, and the alcohol extract (also yellowish) in a shallow glass was
thoroughly (~4hr) evaporated using a fan.

Overall, a bit tedious and time consuming; using a real lab would be much
quicker (I miss vacuum filtration and rotary evaporators)!

Here's my trivial log of the experience afer a light breakfast:

11:45am   Dissolved thick yellowish residue in ~2oz rum and swallowed.
Nasty, bitter, lingering taste!!!  Washed down w/ a little more rum.
Yuck!!!!!!

12:30pm   Nuttin'

12:45pm   Maybe some dizziness; definitely not alcohol-related.

1:00pm     Yep. Something here.  Kinda like beginning LSD effects.  Heavy
limbs.  With some concentration, able to induce some slight visual
distortions.

1:15pm    Feeling dizzy/heavy limbs...kinda dreamy/sleepy, but certainly
LSD-like.

1:30-4:30pm  Layed down in dark room, didn't sleep.  Compared to LSD,
didn't get as hot, less shakiness, much less visual distortions, particulary
with closed eyes.  Kinda like LSD, seemed like the same negative stuff
(although I cannot really account for the sleepy part), and less of the fun
stuff.

5:00pm   Tiredness/dizziness virtually gone.  Could still 'force' some
visual distortions.  For instance, while staring at textured wall or
bathroom rug they would start getting that wavy, undulating effect.  Didn't
work with woodgrain though.  Actually, felt rather normal.

5:30pm   Went to a sports bar to eat (driving was a cinch).  While waiting
for food/beer and after smoking a couple cigarettes, I became extremely hot,
lightheaded.  I went outside and sat on a bench for ~15min, sweating
profusely.  Finally felt better and went inside.  Forced down half my food.
I guess the crowd noise got to me (football sunday!).  Very unusual, I have
to think it was related to the MG seed extract.

7:30pm  Got home; felt absolutely normal.

Oh, I forgot to mention...no nausea!   Overall, an interesting experience;
probably worth trying again.  I'll might try 300 seeds next time (and not
leave the house).  Also, I think I'll scrape up the yellow extract residue
and put it in an empty capsule; wicked taste!

Later!

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Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: I tried MG Extraction...
From: [e-mail] (Tom Biggs)
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: Mon, 17 Oct 94 01:39:00 -0640

... and it worked.

Remember the Morning Glory FAQ Part I?  It's ftp'able from hyperreal.com
if you want to go look at it right now, /drugs/faqs/FAQ-morning-glory or
something like that, I don't remember.  You'll figure it out.

Well, I ran through the procedure listed there, and it works as
advertised.  Myself and a friend just today tried the extraction,
a small test dose to see what it feels like:  ~125 seeds.  I had assumed
from my reading that 250 seeds would the equivalent of a full hit, but
that isn't so.  In the FAQ, he mentions a dose range of 50-500 seeds.
Big help.  I think 500 seeds would be about a full trip.  YMMV, start
small like I did and see for yourself.

I'll start at the beginning.  Early this summer I had downloaded the MG
FAQ, and then I noticed a patch of very blue MG flowers growing on the
edge of a field of corn along my way to work.  I went there two weeks
ago and harvested a mess of seeds.  In fact I have stopped there three
times so far and have netted 5200 seeds, harvesting sloppily to ensure
that plenty of seeds were spread on the ground for next year.
Hint on harvesting seeds:  seed pods should be crackly and dry, and
crumble and collapse a bit as you squeeze them, until you feel the hard
seeds inside.  If the seed pod is green and/or feels rubbery, come back
in a few weeks when the plant is dead and the seeds have dried.
Hint on counting seeds:  once you have cleaned them out of their seed
pods and you just have seeds, count out 100 (by 10s), then see what size
measuring spoon that many fits into, or the closest number.  The seeds I
have fit ~100 into 1/2 tablespoon.  Remaining counting goes quickly.

Last week I used the method described in the FAQ, powdering ~1600 seeds
in a coffee grinder (tough little bastards), doing a 20 minute Naptha
wash, strain and dry, then 4 day soak in grain alcohol.  I used a ratio
of 250 seeds to 1 oz. of grain alcohol.  (*Don't* use my summarized
method, get the FAQ and follow the directions exactly - they're easy.)
I strained the (urine-colored) extract into a jar.  I squeezed the
coffee filter with my hands for about 60 seconds to get all the extract
out, and later that night noticed a mild buzz just from the absorbtion
(via the ethanol) through my skin!

The FAQ mentions petroleum ether, but I used Naptha - the alt.drugs
experts whom I trust said that any non-polar solvent that evaporated
cleanly would work.  Naptha was cheap, $4.79 for a half-gallon at the
hardware store.  You may have to look around some, as the need for high
VOC solvents has diminished recently due to environmental concerns, so
not as many stores carry them as they used to.  I found mine in an old
hardware store, and it had dust on top.  The alcohol I used was grain
alcohol from the liquor store, 95% alcohol is good enough.

Earlier today, a friend and I each had 1/2 oz. of the elixir, mixed with
orange juice.  No real flavor except the alcohol.  It was like this:

Within 5 minutes, a mild buzz was already noticable.  The full buzz
came on within 45 or 60 minutes.  No nausea what-so-ever, in fact I
was quite hungry and easily able to eat.  Certainly, it is not the same
high as LSD.  The high is quite "organic" feeling, not like mushrooms
either, but with that mellow quality.  Mild doses are very much like
being quite stoned on "mental" herb (as opposed to "foggy" herb, you
know what I mean).  Aware but mellow, somewhat sparkly visually but no
real visual distortions like an "equivalent" dose of LSD (yes I know one
is micrograms and the other is milligrams).  No clenched abdomen
muscles, or rictus face muscles (maniacal grin) either.  Another
difference is that most of the trip was over sooner, I was mostly down
within 4 hours.  This may change with dosage levels, I don't know yet.
Herb complemented the high quite nicely.

Of course all I have done so far would appear to be about the equivalent
of 1/4 to 1/3 hit, so the next obvious step is to try a 500 seed dose.
Plans are being made, and a report on that experience may well appear
within a few weeks. ;-)  This will involve 2 oz. of extract - 2 oz. of
grain alcohol is about the same as 5 shots of 80 proof liquor, so I may
evaporate off some of the alcohol before drinking it, since I don't have
a high tolerance for alcohol.

It seems many of the most recent MG trip reports have been somewhat
negative or indifferent.  So were the MG stories in the drug archives at
hyperreal.com.  They report:  1. weak or no trip;  2. ugly trip; or
3. puking trip. But I noticed that none of them had tried the extraction
method mentioned in the FAQ.  The FAQ explains why the extraction method
helps you avoid these problems.

I'll post any further stories as they happen.  Hey, did the Morning
Glory FAQ Part II ever appear?  It's not at the archive.

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'77 KZ650  "Kawaski"
"The ultimate result of shielding men from the results of folly
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Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
From: [e-mail]
Date: Wed, 28 Dec 1994 23:02:20 UTC
Subject: MG seeds DO work.

    Well I admit that I thought morning glory seeds were bullshit
too, until a few days ago.  Let me tell you that this couldn't be further
from the truth.  Here's my testimonial:

    I had tried morning glory seeds a few times before, but had
pretty much no effects.  The first time I tried I soaked about 50 seeds
crushed with a hammer in water for a few hours and drank the water.  Zero.
A few years passed, and I came across the FAQ at hyperreal.com.  This time
I follwed the FAQ for the most part, but used naptha as a solvent and only
let the powder soak in alcohol overnight.  Again, zero.  This was with
various brands of Heavenly Blue seeds.  I had little intention of trying
again, until I found myself next to the seed rack in a totally unattended
AGWAY.  Well I just helped myself to about twenty packages of Heavenly Blues
(AGWAY Brand Value Pack, about 80 seeds per).  This time I used a pepper
grinder to *finely* crush three packages of seeds, about 240 total.  I read
a testimonial somewhere about getting strong effects from soaking the
powder in water and then drinking the water/powder mixture.  Well this is
what I did, and went out to get some fast food as my stomach was totally
empty and I thought this might temper the nausea that has been reported.
As I stood in line at McDonald's everything started to sound kind of
strange, far away and removed somehow.  I thought I was just imagining this
at the time.  Soon I started to feel really queasy, and needed to sit down.
I started to feel definite effects, as everything in my field of vision
started to wander around of its own accord.  I thought it was best to get
home fast, as only 30 minutes had passed and the effects are supposed to peak
a couple of hours later.  I drove home carefully, and started to feel really
sick.
    In retrospect I wish I'd just thrown it all up, as the next 10 hours
were pretty much a living hell.  Lights got really bright and annoying,
and I hated to look at them for some reason.  My vision was all screwed up
by the time I got home, with everything disintegrating and wandering around
in my field of vision uncontrollably.  I got very upset that I couldn't
see things "for what they were" no matter how I tried.  The harder I
tried to look at something and see it clearly the crazier it would get, with
bright colored patterns wandering all over and obscuring my view of things.
This phase lasted another half hour, and then it got worse.  It felt like
I couldn't catch my breath, and I felt totally panicked.  The more I
tried to calm down the more helpless I felt at controlling my out of control
emotional state.  It was about 1 am by this time, and going to sleep was out
of the question, my mind was racing and spinning with panic.  Closing my eyes
revealed very bizarre patterns that seemed to all have a distinct center at
the center of my field of view, with the patterns all being somehow geometric
patterns projected on strange "strips" that extended out to infinity.  It
was not pleasant in any way, shape, or form.  My only thought was that I
would somehow make it through this experience.
    By about 2 am I was throwing up, which again was *extremely* unpleasant.
My sense of self was so screwed up that I worried about my internal
organs, I though they were destroyed somehow by the drug and I was going to
die.  I could feel motion inside my body cavity (which was probably my
stomach heaving) that felt totally unnatural.  I couldn't figure out how
a drug could cause your organs to get all mixed up inside you, but I was
sure that that's what had happened.  Between sessions of puking I would stare
into the mirror, and my pupils were HUGE!.  There was very little color
visible around the edges of my eyes.  I looked absolutely insane to myself,
and that scared the shit out of me.  I never thought I could look like such
a lunatic.  I tried playing music to get a grip on reality, but this didn't
help much either, as little pieces of any song would become stuck in my head
playing over and over and over uncontrollably.
    This lasted until I finally fell asleep very early the next morning,
after the panic had subsided somewhat and I was totally exhausted physically
and emotionally.

    Well, obviously I had a really bad trip, and you couldn't pay me
enough to ever try it again.  But those seeds DEFINITELY work, and can really
kick your ass if you're not careful.  From my experience I CANNOT recommend
their use, it was probably the single most unpleasant experience of my life.
Ten hours of intense panic, (imagined) suffocation, seemingly endless,
painful hurling accompanied by crazy delusions that your are going to die and
that your organs went through a blender are not my idea of a good time.  But
hey, to each his own :).  A good beer and a relaxing smoke are about as
adventurous as I'm going to be with drugs from now on.

-Bob

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From: Zymurgy X Kudzu <[e-mail]>
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: Report on MG experimentation
Date: 16 Jan 1995 23:48:40 GMT
Message-ID: <3ff0ko$[e-mail]>

   Well, after reading various reports on MG use, my friend (to whom I
will refer to as Eldridge Monsquantchum) and I decided to try some out.
We bought four 1.8 gram packages of Heavenly Blues (250 seeds in all)
from the local Gardenland, along with a gallon of Naphtha and a liter of
190-proof ethanol (Volkov variety).  I tried to crush the seeds in a
pasta machine (between two stainless steel rollers) but that didn't work
real well, so I wound up buying a coffee grinder for 11$ from Target.
The coffee grinder ground up the seeds nicely, and I soaked them in
naptha (maybe 6-8oz?) and then filtered that out.  I then repeated the
naphtha wash with another 3-4 oz.   I then blotted the seed powder dry as
best I could and let it dry overnight.  It still smelled strongly of
naphtha the next morning, but I pressed onward.  I let the seed powder
soak in about 3 oz. of Volkov (97.5% alcohol from the liquor store), and
then poured that through a coffee filter, then shook the powder up with
another small portion of alcohol (~1 oz?) and filtered that through.
   At this point, Eldridge and I flipped a coin to see who was going to
drink the stuff first.  The plan was for the first victim (I mean "brave
soul") to drink half of the concoction and see what developed.  If it
proved too weak, the remaining victim could then trudge off to Gardenland
to buy some more seeds, and brew up another batch.  If the first batch
proved strong enough, the second brave soul would then drink the
remaining half.  Got it?
   Well, my luck was with me, and I got to drain the first half.  So I
poured myself a big glass of OJ, mixed in the alcohol, and had at it.  In
case you were wondering, don't prepare this stuff if you're in any kind
of a hurry to get stoned.  I mention this because I evidently didn't
allow enough time for the naphtha to evaporate away.  As a reult, Mr.
Monsquantchum and I have been burping up foul-smelling naphtha for some
hours.  Bleah!!!  The net result was that he and I got pretty buzzed.  We
both agreed that it was something more than just the alcohol (not an
inconsiderable amount, eh?), but definitely not like LSD.
   We puttered around for a few hours, then dropped by Gardenland and
picked up 6 1.3 gram packets of a different company's Heavenly Blues.  By
this time, Eldridge was completely sedated, and had crashed on my couch
with the dog.  I, on the other hand, felt pretty buzzed, and not too
sleepy.  We both agreed, however, that music was a good idea.
   Tired of burping up naphtha, we picked up a quart of acetone from the
hardware store.  We ground up the seeds and performed the extraction with
acetone and ethanol, as before.  We swallowed the ethanol (in orange
juice) and proceeded to wait.  Each of us, at this point, has had about
7.5 g of Heavenly Blues.  Acetone seems okay (I'm not sure whether it
picks up the LAA or leaves it for the alcohol to extract,though).  It
certainly evaporates much quicker than naphtha does, and without nasty a
smelly residue.
   Well, the bottom line, about 5 hours after downing the first brew, is
that I feel like I'm coming onto acid, although I've felt like this for a
few hours and it hasn't intensified.  The same kind of urgent feeling in
the abdomen, the same giddiness, just nothing in the way of visuals.
Music is very nice, though.  I would ask Mr. Monsquantchum how he feels,
but as I said, he's crashed out on the couch.

Bottom line?  Well, at least I didn't throw up, but acid's only 4 bucks a
hit.  And I feel like I'm going to wake up with a hell of a headache
tomorrow.

Zymurgy X Kudzu

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From: [e-mail]
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: Alleged Morning Glory Experience
Date: 2 Feb 1995 06:28:58 GMT
Message-ID: <3gpu3a$[e-mail]>

I am posting this for a friend of a friend of a friend.  The names have
been changed to protect the alleged.  In fact, this is pure fiction.

..

Having read on the net and elsewhere about the medicinal properties of
morning glory seeds, I decided to begin experimenting with them.  I searched
many a department, grocery, and hardware store in search of the magical
mystery seed and managed to come up with quite a few packages of the
Heavenly Blue variety.  I attempted to trip on these several times, but
never got particularly strong effects.  I purchased a peppermill to grind
them up and attempted the alcohol extraction method.  This worked ok, but
there was some nausea and the trip was nothing like I had anticipated.  On
another occasion, I simply chewed up a goodly dose, but got similar effects.
So I gave up on these seeds for a while since school was kicking in and
I was getting stoned every night anyway.

After the semester was over I again wished to try my fate with Morning
Glory seeds.  I mail-ordered some seeds since it was too late in the season
to get them in the store.  Also I hoped that the nausea previously
experienced was due to a pesticide on the store-bought seeds and therefore
would be absent on the mail-ordered ones.

Morning glory seeds don't have a very strong flavor, even when chewed.
Neverthess, I had developed a strong hatred of the taste of the seeds due
to my earlier experiments with them so I bought a bottle of vitamin C
capsules to empty out and put the seed powder in.  My friend Dan and I
began to grind the seeds with my trusty peppermill.  Morning glory seeds are
very hard and it is exceedingly tedious and difficult to grind them in this
manner, so Dan explored several alternative methods of seed pulverizing.
None worked out, so we continued with the peppermill.  Ever industrious, Dan
put a "cheater" bar on the peppermill to increase our torque-power.
SNAP--the bar on the peppermill broke off and we were without any means of
grinding, so off to Wally-World we went to get a new one.  Dan was
still unhappy with the peppermill idea, so we located an electric coffee
grinder that was only about 50% more expensive than the peppermill.

As it turned out, this little wonder was capable of quite a bit more than our
previous unit.  It was effortless, but more importantly it ground the seeds
into an extremely fine powder.  The peppermill had done little more than
break the seeds up, and I suspect my chewing of them did much the same.
The ramifications of this eluded me completely.  I powdered about 48 grams
of seed and planned for each of us to get 12 grams.  I had done this dose
before, so I thought it was no big deal.  Hmm.  We filled 90 capsules leaving
around 3 of the 48 grams.  I decided that we should go ahead and take all of
them, even though it would be a dose of about 15 grams each.  Again I thought
that it was no big deal since it was little more than my previous doses.  Boy,
was I wrong.

We dosed at about 6:30 pm.  We put a videotape of a football game on and then
we each rapidly swallowed our 30 pills.  I took a Dramamine to prevent nausea.
(As a side note, a friend suggested using something else because Dramamine
causes drowsiness.  As it turned out, drowsiness was not a problem at all.)
Later on we discovered the psychological impact the 30 pills had on Dan.

Dan was wanting us to decide what we were going to do and where we were going
to go after the football game was over.  I underestimated the importance of
this (again due to my previous experiments) and so pretty much brushed the
idea off, figuring we would do just whatever came up.  The game went on, and
I noticed some minor visual effects but little physical "buzz".  We smoked
half a joint because the others were feeling a little nausea.  Oddly, I didn't
feel stoned at all, really.  If anything, I felt like my mind had cleared up.
I felt very lucid.  On retrospect, I realize that the MG effects were already
kicking in and were responsible for this odd stoning.  I wanted to smoke the
rest of the joint, but Bob wanted to save it saying that it would be a long
night.  Bob had not eaten very close to the time we swallowed the pills (Dan
and I had) and so was getting the effects quicker (although we didn't know
this at the time).

The game ended and we sat around a bit.  Dan and I still weren't feeling
much, although Bob acted as if he were.  I was being apologetic about the
lack of effects to the others.  We decided to go to a friends house, since
we couldn't stay at Dan's house very late.  It was around 9 pm.  Without any
difficulty, we cruised over to his house.  Once there, we proceeded to smoke
several joints.  My memory of being there is pretty vague.  I think I was
mostly waiting in anticipation for the MG effects.  We stayed through an
entire CD which I don't remember too much about.

Eventually I noticed that Dan was starting to look a little bad.  He was
sweating and looking really anxious.  He went outside to sit in the cool air
and a friend of ours, Jack, went to sit with him.  Jack then told us that
he was taking Dan home.  Bob and I were too far gone to realize what this
meant immediately.  A few minutes later, it dawned on us that Dan was having
a rough time and that we shouldn't have become separated.  We decided that we
had to go find him.  So we hopped in the car and went.

Now if the previous events didn't show how far we were gone, the fact that I
was driving certainly did.  I never drive when drinking, and rarely drive
while stoned.  I certainly wouldn't have gone driving after dosing on the MG
seeds if I had been in my right mind.

Well, well.  We got out on the "main" road which I immediately decided was
too "main", so I took the first side road I could.  I then preceded to get
lost.  Neither Bob nor I could tell which way to go.  I couldn't tell which
was north, south, east, or west (not too mention whether it was night or day).
I would see occasional street signs which meant nothing to me.  And then a
car pulled behind us.  I have never in my life experienced such intense and
clear-headed paranoia.  I was almost certain it was a cop behind us.  I
watched the car nervously as I darted through the streets, becoming more and
more lost.  Bob later said that he was so paranoid that he couldn't turn his
head no matter what to look at the car behind us.  He was very nervous about
the way I was driving and muttered "You take care of your own driving and
ignore the car behind us."  Fortunately I noticed that the car's lights
looked like a Mustang, so I was a little relieved (although not completely)
since we don't have cops in Mustangs here.  We ended up staying on some road
that didn't seem to be approaching the city.  I eventually had enough sense
to turn around.  Bob still thought the car was behind us and freaked a
little when I turned around.

In a few minutes, we made it back into town and were close to Dan's house.
I was still very worried about the Dan situation.  We got to the house without
further difficulty.  But Dan was not there.  I began to worry that he might
have freaked and gone to the hospital, or worse that he had committed suicide
or something.  Bob thoughtfully informed me that I would be guilty of
manslaughter in that case. I began to worry about this too.  For several
minutes I tried to figure out what we should do.  Bob later said that I was
mentally going 90 miles an hour, and darting from room to room.  He asked me
to write down our options because he couldn't keep up with what I was saying.
I tried this, but it didn't work out at all.  I was worried to death about
the situation.  Finally we decided that we had to go back over to James's no
matter what to track down Dan.  So, amazingly, we got back in the car and
drove back over to the friend's house.  This time I chose the pretty much
direct route, even though I still had trouble figuring out where to go.  But
we made it ok.

The others were still there, and Jack had made it back.  But no Dan.  Jack
said that he had taken Dan home, so we began another worry-fest.  Since
there was no phone we decided that we might as well go to Bob's and my house.
I didn't want to drive anymore, so another friend of ours took us home.  At
home, we called Dan's house and Dan and his wife were actually there.
It turned out that he had gone out driving (!) when we were at his house,
but he was with his wife now and was feeling ok.  About this time, our other
roommate made it home and we smoked some more pot.  Not 20 minutes later,
Dan's wife brought him over to our house because he was whigging.  We all
congregated in the living room.  He lay on the couch, holding his wife and
began telling us what was going through his mind.

In a sense, we had gone into this trip with a weird mind set.  We had been
exploring the concept of reality for a few weeks before this day.  Now the
whole thing came back in full force.  Dan said that he couldn't tell what was
real.  I suppose that in the same way people can share hallucinations while
tripping, we shared this insanity.  We thought we were losing our minds.
Part of the time I would be completely lost and then Dan would say something
that sounded familiar and I would have a grip on reality.  The trip had a
weird "wavey" effect that I had not heard about before.  Many times I would
feel relief thinking "finally, back to reality.  Man that was intense."  But
soon I would be again spiraling into insanity.  This was why Dan had been ok
when we called.  One thing that apparently acted in our favor was our peaks
seemed to be non-synchronized.  That is when one person was whigging, at
least one of the others was mostly sane.

Bob and I tried to comfort Dan, but I was afraid that he knew that I was
just telling him what he wanted to hear.  He was questioning nearly everything
about reality he thought of.  I tried to comfort him by telling him that it
would be over soon, but he said that time had no meaning.  This sent me
spinning, since I couldn't dispute that.  He was wanting to go to the
hospital to be put to sleep, and I actually wanted to too.  Really, I wanted
any authority figure to come and save me.  I was willing to accept almost any
religion at that point (I am borderline atheist).  But I kept quiet since I
knew that it would not be a good thing to say any of this.  Bob tried to
convince Dan that going to the hospital would be a bad thing, and Dan
seemed to realize this.  He was able to lock onto his wife as a stable
reality point and things got better after that.  We stayed in there a couple
of hours.  I was in and out of reality, but the anxiety that had been
plaguing us largely left.  I was still so paranoid that something bad
might happen that I flushed the remainder of the MG seeds down the toilet.
At one point I heard voices (whispers) coming from a heater.  I had enough
sense to know that it was a hallucination.  I suspected that it was merely
the sound of the tv bouncing off the heater's reflector and becoming garbled
in the process.  Also, during the really intense peaks, the walls would shift
around madly.

Eventually Dan went home and I actually enjoyed part of the trip.  Dan
later called, feeling better.  He enjoyed part of it too, as did Bob.  He
later told me that he saw in his mind a brilliant kaleidoscope that he had
heard others speak of.

I went to bed pretty soon after.  It was around 3 am.  As near as I can
tell, I reached max peak around 1 or so.  It was hard to go to sleep.  The
next morning I awakened quite abrubtly at about 9.  I was completely awake and
felt good.  I went to check on Bob and he too snapped awake.  We called
Dan and pretty much the same thing happened.

I was still feeling some effects of the seeds 24 hours after the drop.  The
next couple of days I felt really good and somewhat happy.  I can bring back
some of the sensation of the insanity part by just thinking about what I was
thinking about then.  It has been over a week.  Dan said that he had a minor
flashback.  I think it is tied in with the nausea.  Nausea/anxiety seem to be
closely related in the mind which makes me think that is why Dan had such a
hard time with it.  He gets very anxious and freaky at times anyway.

I don't know if I will do these again or not.  It was unbelievably intense.
If I do it again, I will take only 8 grams or so and will probably attempt
the alcohol extraction to reduce the number of pills to eat and hopefully the
nausea.  I really didn't feel much nausea, though.  The Dramamine no doubt
helped.  I think the nausea that I did feel caused much of the negative
feelings in the trip.  That would certainly explain Dan's hard time with it.
He actually puked once.  The nausea was certainly much less than I had
experienced before.

At least we didn't have the regret that we hadn't taken enough.  The last
couple of days I have been questioning my sanity, but I had done that before
the trip.  Lately, however, I start to worry about my sanity, which starts a
bit of a panic response which makes me feel weird, thus in turn intensifying
the feeling that I am losing my mind.   Luckily I realized that this is what
is happening.  I have been just making myself mentally ill by worrying about
whether or not I am mentally ill.  I am quite a bit of a hypochondriac
anyway.  It certainly makes sense.)

Oh well.  If anyone decides to do this, be real careful.  I would definitely
recommend mail-ordering seeds to prevent the nausea as much as possible.
And definitely only do about 8 grams on the first dose.  I realize that we
broke most of the rules of acid on our little endeavor, so keep those in mind
as well.  I would not recommend a non experienced tripper do this at all.

P.S.
It's been over three weeks since this happened.  I feel very sane now :).
Bob thought it was pretty funny that I was questioning my sanity and yet
wrote a description of the experience from memory that was if anything
overly straightforward and logical.

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Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Newsgroups: alt.drugs.psychedelics
From: [e-mail]
Date: Wed,  1 Mar 1995 05:12:12 UTC
Subject: Morning Glory Notes

The following is a collection of my experiments with Morning Glory seeds.

I read many bits about morning glory seeds on the net and so I decided to check
into the high myself.  I ordered 2 ounces ($12) of Heavenly Blues from Redwood
City Seed Company.  I know they came untreated because there were some tiny
rocks mixed in with the seeds.

I decided to get a sample of the effect (and to sort of baseline strength) so I
ground up 25 seeds and down it went.  Interestingly enough, 25 seeds fit very
nicely into a 500mg capsule.  I felt some mild effects, tense stomach, a very
slight strangeness, mild sensitivity to room temperature, and a little
drowsiness.  So the next week I thought I would try 100 seeds.

I took 1 Dramamine 30 minutes before ingesting 100 seeds which were nicely
packed into 4 capsules.  After about 1.5 hours the effects started to come on.
I felt very tired and took a short 30 minute nap.  When I awoke I was still
feeling tired and lethargic, but the effects of the glories were still with me.
The next 5 hours I was very lazy, food tasted funny, and no visuals.  My vision
was somewhat funny, sort of fisheyed. Everything seemed to be at a distance
(neither enjoyable or unenjoyable). After about 4 hours I started to get some
very intense gas and that is when I think I was peaking.  The feeling was like
being on mushrooms but with out the comfortable euphoric feeling.  Not something
I would desire again thought it wasn't terrible.

My next step would be to attempt the extraction which is documented in the
Morning Glory FAQ.  So I took 700 seeds and ground them up into a power in my
coffee grinder. (700 seeds = approximately 1.5oz)  I thought I had ground the
substance well, but as I discovered later, the husks don't grind very easily.  I
then put MG powder into a small glass container and decided that I would use
starting fluid as my first solvent.  I found a starting fluid that was Heptain,
Diethyl Ether and Hexane.  After  reading the Solvent FAQ I decided that this
would be an acceptable substitute.  I sprayed the starting fluid into a
container to capture and contain it.  I then poured it into my container holding
the ground seeds (a small glass jar).   I let it soak for 45 minutes then I
filtered out the ground seeds (using a coffee filter) and let it dry.  Next I
used EverClear (150 proof) as my alcohol solvent.  I mixed the ground seeds with
4 shots of alcohol and let this mixture soak for 4 days.  I made sure I shook
the container twice a day at least.  On the 5th day I took a syringe and used it
to extract the clear alcohol from the container.  I figured this was easier than
trying to filter it all.

I then took the remaining glop (plus a small amount of alcohol which was left)
and filtered it through a coffee filter.  I got about 3/4 a shot out of it.  I
saved this and figured I would try this to check strength.  After ingesting the
3/4 shot (will definitely not win any taste awards) I sat back and waited for
the effects.

After about 15 minutes I felt different.  After 1 hour I was feeling quite a bit
different, much like being on shrooms.  After 3 hours I was peaking and the
effect was very similar to a mild dose of shrooms--though, minus the pleasant
visuals.   No nausea, no blurry vision, and generally a very nice feeling.  Much
like a weak mushroom experience.  I have about 3 full shots left and I figure
that 1 and half shot should provide a nice trip.  3 shots should provide an
'experience'.

Conclusion?  Well, for one, the Morning Glory FAQ extraction technique does
work.  Is it worth it?  Hard to say, my 3 shots probably cost me $25 and should
give me and a friend a nice trip.  Given that shrooms aren't available in my
area this is a fun exercise.  The extraction defiantly beats taking the seeds
raw, in fact I wouldn't recommend it any other way.  I have been wondering if
letting the mixture (my 3 shots of MG extraction) could be evaporated into just
a powdery substance.  If this would be possible I could reduce all my work into
something that would be easy to ingest.  I decided to forgo this step and just
evaporate my magical mixture until I had about 1 shot of magic alcohol.

Note:  If I was to do this all over again, I would look for a starting fluid
that consisted of just Diethyl Ether as the other additives of the starting
fluid seemed to leave an unpleasant aftertaste to my final mixture.  Also, I
would grind the seeds even more than I had so that the husks would be pulverized
more.  In the final mixture, there were too many large chunks of seeds--somewhat
the consistence of ground pepper.  A finer powder would probably yield more
magic, but be more difficult to filter.


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From: [e-mail] (Dolly Llama)
Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 00:07:01 UTC
Subject: *-->Morning Glory Resultation<--*


I have just finished the first step in my Morning Glory extraction process.
Using a traditionally scientific process for a not so traditional result. (Or
perhaps the result is traditional thanks to Dr. Albert Hoffman). I purchased
about 5 packs of Morning Glory (Heavenly Blue) seeds @.98 each  (about 250
seeds) at my local garden supply store. Then I went to my State Liquor store
and bought a pint of Grain Alcohol (190 proof, that's 95% alcohol , kids
don't drink this at home) for 5 bucks. In a short side note I got a strange
look from the woman at the counter when I asked for grain alcohol, "Are you
from town?" she inquired. "Um. . Yes" I replied. Anyway I had to sign a form
stating that I would use the alcohol in a fashion abiding by the law as
stated in Code 4, Section 13 blah, blah, blah. The clerk took down my name
and telephone number for "the record". (Great)
           Upon arriving home I placed approximately 250 seeds into a pepper
grinder and ground the seeds into a powder, I ran them through twice in order
to attain the finest grind possible. I then put the powder into 250ML of
Naphta (Otherwise known as Rosonol lighter fluid) and shook vigorously for a
bit and then let stand for 20 minutes.
            When the 20 minutes were up I poured the mix through a double
filter, a paper coffee filter tucked inside a gold coffee filter. (PLEASE
NOTICE, I AM NOT GOING TO DRINK THE NAPHTHA AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU UNLESS YOU
WANT TO DIE). I then place the Morning Glory seeds to the side, save the
Naphtha for future use and wait for the pulverized seed to dry.

            (Three Hours Later) The powder being thoroughly dry I placed it
into a small jar and put in about a shot of alcohol. I will now wait the
requisite three days for the active ingredients to be thoroughly absorbed
into the alcohol (Shaking vigorously whenever I come upon the jar in my daily
activities).
             (Three Days Later) I have the liquid here but I'm a bit nervous
about the smell of lighter fluid that still seems to be coming up from the
mixture. I decide to let the alcohol evaporate and then add another shot.
             (Three Days Later) I put the Morning Glory/Grain Alcohol mix
through the same filter process listed above. The result was about a shot
worth of a grayish cloudy grain alcohol. I add a hefty portion of Orange
Juice to the mix and imbibe.
             (Three Hours Later) Having taking the mixture and waited for a
while I don't think I'm going to be tripping anytime soon. I am affected by
the seeds a bit, it's kind of a very low, subtle buzz (You could probably get
higher drinking a double espresso with a shot of that grain alcohol). I'm
wondering now about the number of the seeds used. I used 250 seeds which
according to the FAQ is equal to "intense meditation" (yeah man). Maybe a
different type of seed might be better (I used Heavenly Blue (Ipomoea) from
Johnson' Seeds Co.)If I try this again I'll double the amount and see what
this does. I might alter the "extraction" purpose in some way too. Although
I'm not sure how. If anyone has had success with this method feel free to
e-mail me.
             A few words of advice for anyone who reads this and wants to try
(Get your step by step directions from the FAQ first of all).1) After you
filter the seeds from the Naphtha mix let them *Dry thoroughly*, I  included
an extra step of letting the grain alcohol/MG mix evaporate because I didn't
like those lighter fluid fumes I was getting from the first mix. After
evaporating and then adding another shot of grain alcohol the smell was
completely gone.
             So overall, I'm a little skeptical of this procedure, granted I
am feeling a little buzzed as I type these words, but nothing remotely like a
glorified *trip*. So as I place these words into electronic format and sit
here. . .and sit . . .and sit . . .and sit . . . and wonder . . .and wonder .
. . .(my nose itches, does your nose itch?) and then I took the suspension (
Mr. Principal, you're suspended! Ah hhahaha) Beep bobble thorn. Powwow.
Vision (The faculty of sight) sight, perception, perceiving, range of view,
optics, eyesight. (Understanding) foresight, discernment, breadth of view,
insight, penetration, intuition, kibo, divination, astuteness, keenness,
foreknowledge, prescience, farsightedness.

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From: [e-mail] (Duane E. Norris)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: My Morning Glory Experience.
Date: 29 Mar 1995 17:18:25 GMT
Message-ID: <3lc4p1$[e-mail]>


Well, I'm a frequent pot smoker and I've tripped a few times on acid and
shrooms and I've Ecstasy and other natural drugs well, here is my heavenly
Blue MG experience.

I went to Kmart and bout 8 1.8gm packs of Heavenly Blue Morning Glorys

I promptly went home and grinded all 8 packs in a fast 4 hours!
after that (I did not follow the FAQ for the precedure to rid
it of all the shit that makes you sick)
I soaked it in 1 1/2 cups of water for 2 1/2 hours
i downed the shit colored water in 2 gulps (UGH!) at about 8pm
I didnt really feel anything till about 9pm and that was
only *minor* stuff (ie, my face looked just a *little* funy in the mirror,
not like acid and my faces looks scary!)
I waited till (:30 pm and didnt feel much more, and I was tried cuz I hadnt
slept the night before, so I feel alseep.
at 11:30 pm I woke up cuz my feet kept tingling. (you know that feeling
when you trip on acid how your body sorta tingles)
wel, IT WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY!!! it was like an irriating tingle,
not pleasureable at all.
I still didnt feel all that fuck up (except for the dry heeves).
I feel like I had taken about 1/2 hit of weak acid.
Well, before I knew it it was 3am and my buzz wore off, but it didnt end there.
For the next week, I felt like I had the FLU, but it wasnt the FLU,
and for that week, my shit was REAL RUNNY!!! (in fact, {not to be
disgusting or anything I'm just letting you know what happened} my shit
was just shit colored water, there were not actuall soldi matter in my
shit, it sounded like I was pissing out my ass) this lasted for a week!
and man did i have to shit often!!!

Well, that basicly sums it up, I didnt get off that well, and the "side effects"were very unpleasent.

I dont know if I want to try it again, but I probaly will in the summer time,
but the next time (if there is one) I will be sure to follow the FAQ
exactly! and I advise you 2 too if you are going to do this, otherwise
you will have a bad thought about MG after you do it.

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From: [e-mail] (TAPANI SYSIMIES)
Newsgroups: alt.psychoactives
Subject: 200 seeds of MG - no effect
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: Tue, 27 Jun 95 06:35:00 +0200

        Well, I don't know if this is the right group, but...
        Could someone give me some info of this morning glory
        seeds stuff, or is it really a hoax? Because I grinded
        about 200 seeds and mixed it in water and drank, though
        I took away the leftoverpieces of the seeds first - no
        effect whatsoever. Well, there might have been, but  the
        "flowing" feeling was probably because of that n2o i took or
        placebo or something, I don't know.
        I was so disapponted, b'ocz I was excepting all that walls
        collapsing on me and other hallugenious stuff (I've never
        taken any psychoactives before, LSD is scarce and about
        20-30$ a hit here). How long should I soak them in the
        water for, any effects? I don't think I want to do that
        petroleum ether thingy that was on the FAQ.

        If anyone has got better effects on MG, please e-mail me or
        followup and give some advice,

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From: [e-mail] (Jeff)
Newsgroups: alt.psychoactives
Subject: Re: 200 seeds of MG - no effect
Date: 29 Jun 1995 21:30:56 GMT
Message-ID: <3sv62g$[e-mail]>

I tried the morning glory thing a few months ago.  I bought 3 1.8g packs
of Heavenly Blue (the brand was NK, I think) and ground up the approximately

150 seeds in a bowl.  I then added about a quart of warm water and llet them
soak for about 2 hours.  Then I drank the seeds and water over about a 20
minute period. Yuk!
For about the next 45 minutes, I felt a bit nauseous.  After that I felt

nothing.  I didn't expect much, and that's what it amounted to.
Maybe more seeds and a better extraction would produce more effect, but
personally, I think I'll pass.

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From: [e-mail] (the EFFector)
Newsgroups: rec.drugs.psychedelic
Subject: Morning Glory preparation
Date: 3 Aug 1995 02:00:32 GMT
Message-ID: <3vpak0$[e-mail]>

So okay, i tried morning glories twice last week. Both times, i thoroughy
washed them first and then ground them in my coffee grinder. With this
mash (which i cut with a bunch of MJ seeds since there wasn't enuf for
the blades to touch (the seeds' weight was about 4.5 g minus the MJ
seeds)) i brewed a rank tea which i sugared up and drank.
The first time, all it did was make the walls move a little and i felt a
little giggly. The second time, it just made me sick and drowsy.
What i'm asking of you, fellow MG users, is what your method of
preparation of choice would be. I don't like the tea; it tastes terrible
and looks worse and i think that that vehicle is what made me sick.
I need an easy way (no petroleum ether, that is just a TAD hard to come
by and i don't like sticking anything in my body that didn't grow in the
ground) to distill or simply prepare these seeds for consumption.
Many thanks,

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