Hi,there everybody.
I still remember my horror trip with Datura Brugmansia,many years ago.
I got a beautiful plant from a local flower shop,and couldnt keep my eyes from it on its shelf in the window.
So i started to carefully nibble on the leaves,waiting for anything to happen.Well i got fuzzy from just a little piece,so i decided to up the dose of leaves,and this went on for a couple of days,i guess,i was going slowly into delerium,but i had no experience of it before,so i continued,even fuzzier,to
nibble and chew leaves,until my mouth dried out completely.
Cottonmouth with that saharian ungodly feeling of choking slowly
and for certain.
My eyes where so blurry i had to shut one of them for sharpened vision.
And my energy level was on zero,i felt like a herion addict,a wreck with
only one eye to peere with,and what i peered at where these elfish little people details in a towel,hanging infront of my bathroom window.
I could sit there on the pisser,for a thousand years,just peering
and feeling that otherworldlishness coming from the awesome details
on the floor,on the walls,and from my skin as i looked at my hands
figures manifested themselves,and i felt that witchy feeling of reading hands
in an old slavish tent in a rainy valley,i heard raindrops as i peered
at my hands,and one drop ran from my nose and took a dive onto
a symbol of a monster with hollow eyes
then i remember sitting in my chair smoking a cigarette,but never really getting a puff at all,but i had visitors,so the cigarette just burned down
every time.people coming and going.
I remember telling them goodnight and going to bed,but they had no respect for my state of mind,so this continued for a while.
I remember that warm feeling of somebody there,closing my eyes and laughing,but upon opening them,nobody there!
Cigarette gone too,on the floor,somewhere.PaNIC,dropping to the floor,looking for that stogie.
Nothing,in fact i was in bed,sleeping or just waking up,must be because i love tobacco,and just have to have it,so my mind crfeates all this scenery
around my tobacco habit.
Then i remember almost killing myself,on my way to the bathroom.
I had no motoric balance at all,but had to pee,again,or try too
got this nasty peeing pressure,but nothing coming out of the hose
no matter how hard i wished for it to just happen.it wouldnt.
So in a mad rage,i had to do this many times,i ran or jumped out of the bathroom,and with unfixed blurry eyes,i ran my head hard into the wall.
In trying to escape another crash in the head,i ran it into the other wall
straight across the narrow hallway.
And then,lights out.
I remember feeling like i was dead,and to check it out,
i peered into my bathroom mirror,and horrors!,My pupils where so dark
and dilated they seemed to be threatening me to come out,or something.
I was looking into the face of some corpse,and i guess
it convinced me utterly that i was being occupied by an entity
from the plant,datura herself,or himself,i dunno,there is a certain
amount of pure rage felt while under the intoxication.
I was mad as hell,and several times i heard that laughter,like the devil himself
within my head,the king of death had reasons to be euphorical, i suppose.
Later i have learned that this plant was given to the victims
of the Aztec priesthood,to sedate them before their great moment.
I have not banished the use of datura,infact it has gotten me
into a closer study of this powerful motherfucker.
I got an indian datura from a friend,wich has kept me happy
by growing it,and letting the smell of the jasmin trumpet flowers
fill my cottage.
The mere presence of this plant is enchanting,bewitching.
And a small piece of leaf smoked with gunja,gives a fine delicate high
for the nerves.
I still remember my horror trip with Datura Brugmansia,many years ago.
I got a beautiful plant from a local flower shop,and couldnt keep my eyes from it on its shelf in the window.
So i started to carefully nibble on the leaves,waiting for anything to happen.Well i got fuzzy from just a little piece,so i decided to up the dose of leaves,and this went on for a couple of days,i guess,i was going slowly into delerium,but i had no experience of it before,so i continued,even fuzzier,to
nibble and chew leaves,until my mouth dried out completely.
Cottonmouth with that saharian ungodly feeling of choking slowly
and for certain.
My eyes where so blurry i had to shut one of them for sharpened vision.
And my energy level was on zero,i felt like a herion addict,a wreck with
only one eye to peere with,and what i peered at where these elfish little people details in a towel,hanging infront of my bathroom window.
I could sit there on the pisser,for a thousand years,just peering
and feeling that otherworldlishness coming from the awesome details
on the floor,on the walls,and from my skin as i looked at my hands
figures manifested themselves,and i felt that witchy feeling of reading hands
in an old slavish tent in a rainy valley,i heard raindrops as i peered
at my hands,and one drop ran from my nose and took a dive onto
a symbol of a monster with hollow eyes
then i remember sitting in my chair smoking a cigarette,but never really getting a puff at all,but i had visitors,so the cigarette just burned down
every time.people coming and going.
I remember telling them goodnight and going to bed,but they had no respect for my state of mind,so this continued for a while.
I remember that warm feeling of somebody there,closing my eyes and laughing,but upon opening them,nobody there!
Cigarette gone too,on the floor,somewhere.PaNIC,dropping to the floor,looking for that stogie.
Nothing,in fact i was in bed,sleeping or just waking up,must be because i love tobacco,and just have to have it,so my mind crfeates all this scenery
around my tobacco habit.
Then i remember almost killing myself,on my way to the bathroom.
I had no motoric balance at all,but had to pee,again,or try too
got this nasty peeing pressure,but nothing coming out of the hose
no matter how hard i wished for it to just happen.it wouldnt.
So in a mad rage,i had to do this many times,i ran or jumped out of the bathroom,and with unfixed blurry eyes,i ran my head hard into the wall.
In trying to escape another crash in the head,i ran it into the other wall
straight across the narrow hallway.
And then,lights out.
I remember feeling like i was dead,and to check it out,
i peered into my bathroom mirror,and horrors!,My pupils where so dark
and dilated they seemed to be threatening me to come out,or something.
I was looking into the face of some corpse,and i guess
it convinced me utterly that i was being occupied by an entity
from the plant,datura herself,or himself,i dunno,there is a certain
amount of pure rage felt while under the intoxication.
I was mad as hell,and several times i heard that laughter,like the devil himself
within my head,the king of death had reasons to be euphorical, i suppose.
Later i have learned that this plant was given to the victims
of the Aztec priesthood,to sedate them before their great moment.
I have not banished the use of datura,infact it has gotten me
into a closer study of this powerful motherfucker.
I got an indian datura from a friend,wich has kept me happy
by growing it,and letting the smell of the jasmin trumpet flowers
fill my cottage.
The mere presence of this plant is enchanting,bewitching.
And a small piece of leaf smoked with gunja,gives a fine delicate high
for the nerves.
