Jimson Weed Experience

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PostSat Nov 16, 2013 7:04 pm » by TheDuck

I randomly came across this earlier on today, worth a read.

Here's a life changing experience for ya'll....I was just re-reading the stories in the Datura vault, and I decided that my experience would be one that folks would like to read.

So, let's go back a ways...to August 22, 1998, a date that will live in infamy for me. At the time, I had just finished my first year in college, and had been working with relatives in Mississippi that summer to save money & go out to work as a roofer in New Mexico with a college buddy. My father thought I was 'wasting my time' dropping out of college to go roam about the country, but I was ready to get out of my home state of Louisiana and take to the road.

The road led to Dallas, TX, where my buddy (we'll call him Lucifer) was staying with another friend (let's call her E)for a time. The plan was for me to leave Mississippi, go home to Louisiana, and storm out to Dallas......to be free from the clutches of home for the first time of my life. The day I left Louisiana for Texas, I felt a trememdous surge of freedom, almost orgasmic in it's implications. I felt like I had been released from a kind of prison, & was ready to hit Dallas and party for a week before heading on to New Mexico with Lucifer.

The stage is set.....

I arrive in the sprawling metropolis, and experience the debilitating effects of the worst heat wave in the city in years. (Temps were up over 110 with the heat index) It was godawful hot, ya'll! I make my way through the scramble to E's apartment she shared with her mother (a cool hippie type) There, I reunited with my good friends, and we chill and get stoned, catching up on each other's summer adventures up to that point. Eventually, we feel like going out, so Lucifer goes off to visit a girlfriend and E & I go to her boyfriend's apartment complex to go swimming in the pool.

I put on my shorts, placing my wallet & keys into my luggage (an action I was very glad I did later on) and we went off to take a nice cool dip. We arrive, I meet E's boyfriend for the first time, and we splash around for a while. As it starts to get dark, an inpromptu party erupts around the pool, a keg gets brought out, and everyone proceeds to get fucked up, Texas style. The complex seemed to house many college-aged party kids, so there was just partiers coming out of the woodwork! All different kinds of folks, from ghetto gangstas to rave kids to cowboys crowded around, having a mellow time. But this benevolent vibe didn't last for very long. A couple of people pull knives, and I hear someone say, 'He's got a gun' so everyone scatters. We all run into E's boyfriend's apartment to escape the carnage.

Inside, everyone chills out, and soon the bong's going around & the beer is flowing again. I check out the motely collection of people around me: I didn't know a soul, but everyone seemed to be fairly cool, and ready to seriously get down. I had no idea that one of the party attendes was about to unveil something for which there is no words, no explanations, just a magic plant that takes you to the edge of death, and pushes you right over.

That's right, kiddies, enter Jimson Weed onto the stage....

Now, I was familiar with Jimson Weed, having read Carlos Castaneda's experiences with this plant ally. But I had no idea what awaited me........

This guy pulls out a gallon size Ziploc baggie, about halfway filled with some kind of seed. 'This, everyone, is Jimson Weed. It'll make you trip for like, two days...usually, I charge 40 bucks for a dose (indicating that a handfull was a dose) but I'll dose anyone who wants to for free.'

Good god, when someone starts handing out drugs, I'm usually first in line, but the earlier violence outside & the fact that I knew no one there kept me from swallowing the seeds that the dealer handed to me. I decided to wait for my friend Lucifer to return from his girls' house to see if he wanted to trip. A couple of other fellows immediately swallow their handfulls. (In retrospect, after reading hundreds of trip reports on this substance, this guy's recommended dose was WAY too much, I don't even think calling this a 'heroic dose' is doing it justice) I sit and watch to see what the seeds will do to these guys....then after about ten minutes, I'm like 'fuck it' and down the seeds with a swig of beer.

Five minutes later, I know I'm fucked.

One of the guys starts to stare at the wall, unblinking, unresponsive. His behavior is weird because earlier, he had been very lively, but now he was catatonic. I mean this guy was out of it! People started to get worried, when the guy suddenly comes to, leaps up, and dashes out the door. (Later on, the guy said that he realized he was in for the trip of his life, so he went to his apartment, locked himself inside, and spent the next two days destroying his place & locked into the worst form of insanity.) The other guy stood up like the other dude, but started to run into walls as hard as he could. Everyone tried to restrain him, but it was like he was on PCP or something.

Oh shit, I thought, I'm about to become VERY fucking derranged. It was a horrible feeling, and a few minutes later, I started to get the worst stomach cramps of my life,and my body told me, 'You've just poisoned yourself badly, and you might not make it.'

I got very scared, and ran into the bathroom where my stomach proceeded to turn itself inside out. I think this action probably saved my life. After I was finished, I had this feeling like I had drank a couple of cases of beer, and my legs were so wobbly I couldn't hardly walk. Every muscle in my body felt flabby and loose. I returned to the living room, where I felt concern from people.....E was repeatedly asking me, 'Are you OK?' I tried to tell her I wasn't, but my tongue wouldn't work properly. At about this time, I started to feel like there were insects crawling around under my skin, an EXTREMELY uncomfortable sensation. It was so bad that I began to claw at my flesh in order to rip them out. The last thing I remembered was leaping up off of the couch, and running out the door, then, blackness.

I don't know what happened, it was like being in a dream.....entities swirled around me, I had the vague sensation of being around people, but my memories of this time are kinda like recalling a hazy dream...nothing was substantial.

Finally, I woke up. It was morning, and I was in an apartment, lying on the floor curled up in a fetal position, naked. How I had arrived at this particular point in space & time was a mystery to me. My eyes were dry as a desert, and my contacts were sticking to my eyelids, making everything look really fuzzy. The odd thing was, it was like I had woken up into a dream, but I was aware that the dream was 'consensus reality' but a dream, nonetheless. I felt incredibly happy, and full of elation. Suddenly, I was aware of human presences entering the room. Intrigued, I studied them to become aware of their intent. One of the people seemed to be a average middle-aged man, but to my surprise, the other two were wearing uniforms and were armed. 'Why, it's the police!' I thought. 'But why are they here? What is going on?'

The police came over to me and started to ask me questions. I couldn't tell if they were real or not, but I jabbered my jaws in a manner resembling speech, and they seemed satisfied with my answers. One of the officers gets a bedsheet from somewhere and wraps it around me, toga-style. I thought I had changed into someone from Ancient Greece, and couldn't figure out why my hands were being cuffed. Surely the Greeks need their hands free! I was led out into the bright sunshine, when I realized just how thirsty and sensitive to light my eyes were. But I was just having the greatest time getting arrested! It was like I was aware of this happening to me, but I was so far away, I was like, 'It's a dream, and I'll wake up back in my bed in Louisiana.' So I went along with the officers to see where they would take me. Along the way, I tried to make jolly conversation from the backseat, realizing that I'm being arrested. 'So tell me, gentlemen, what exactly am I being arrested for?' They wouldn't respond. 'Oh well, I thought, and continued my conversation with the other people in the backseat with me. It was weird, I was talking to this guy in the backseat and he promptly dissappeared! But I really wasn't disturbed by this.

The cops continued to ply me with questions, like 'Which day is this? The year? Who's the President', and other such inanities. I answered them all with gusto & personality, because I wanted them to like me. In response to their question, 'So what drugs do you like to do?' I responded, 'Well, I just got really drunk at the kegger last night, officer, and I just don't know what happened after that!' Now that I look back on that, I am glad I instinctly knew to not admit the fact that I was blasted on Jimson Weed, therby saving me three days in the Psycho Ward.

We pull into the giant structure located in the heart of Dallas which is the Dallas county jail. I was led into the heart of processing, and I was convinced that I was in an airport for some reason, what with all of the hubbub around me. My toga kept falling off, revealing my nakedness to hundreds of people, but I was so far out there, I didn't even notice until cops kept putting my sheet back on. After the volley of fingerprinting & paperwork, I was led into a single cell and given an orange jumpsuit to wear. Man, getting locked into a cell while mad on Jimson Weed is something to behold. I immediately realized my situation, and got 'serious' in a dissociated sort of way. It was the first time I had ever been in jail, but the emotional impact of this was lost on me, as I was totally oblivious to everything. It was like the feeling you get when you wake up out of a deep sleep, you know, that 'out of it' feeling? It was like that, except about 100 times stronger. I tried to get my faculties in order, but was tripping so hard still, I couldn't do anything but wait.

I think I was put in my cell at about eight in the morning, and stayed in there until about ten o'clock at night. It was like I turned on my 'survival mode', and even ate the shitty prison food, because I knew I needed to keep up my strength. As the day wore on, I started to come back to reality, and I started to worry about exactly what I had done to get here. Had I killed somebody? Attacked someone? I had no idea of the seriousness transgression that had landed me here, and no one would tell me. Finally, at long last, a jailer came and let me out, handcuffing me to a group of about ten other people. 'Okay, people, it's time to go see the judge!'

Alright, I thought, now I get to find out what I had done. After arriving in the courtroom, the judge scrolled down the list, and finally, when she got to my name, I feared the worst. The charge:

Disorderly Conduct.

'Whew,' I thought, 'doesn't sound so serious!' I was elated in a way. The next thing I know, I'm going through another set of corridors to stand in another line. The friendly jailer keeps us all there, joking about what we were we all going to do when we got out. 'I bet ya'll all will go get drunk, huh?' he grinned, and looked at me, 'What in the hell did you do'? 'I don't know, but I got seriously wasted last night and got into some shit!' Everyone laughed, as obviously I was on very powerful drugs and probably looked like shit. The jailer gives me some street clothes and shoes ( I had been wandering around the jail all day shoeless as well) and miraculously, lets us go!

I was elated, until I realized I had no money, had no idea where I was, and was still tripping VERY fucking hard. In jail, I had been surrounded by a lot of people, and I kept feeling like they were all still around me. I was at a loss of what to do, so I just set out walking. Spirits kept revolving around me, kinda like the way electrons surround an atom. As I walked, my trip seemed to grow in intensity. I recall myself just having great conversations with all of my friends, then just realizing, 'Wait, they aren't here,' and then seeing another one of my friends walking beside me and renewing my conversation. I remember seeing Lucifer, and running up to him to tell him about my experience so far. 'Man, you should have kept me from the cops, like, what the fuck, dude!' and he would just smile and then disappear. Eventually, I found myself rapidly walking out of town into some weird area, the kind of place I'd normally be paranoid driving through at night sober....not to mention on foot, out of my head on Jimson Weed. Amazingly, I felt no fear, as the spirits surrounding me revealed themselves to be my 'guardian angels'. They were spirits of my ancestors, and of people I had never met. I somehow knew they were gonna help me survive this experience, and keep me from harm.

I decided to walk back into the city, and a new problem manifested itself. As I stated previously, Dallas was in the middle of a heat wave, and I was desprately hot & thirsty. Earlier that summer, I had suffered heat exhaustion, and I felt my body slipping back into that state. My survival instinct kicked in, and I managed to keep myself hydrated by drinking out of water sprinklers and gutters. I knew if I didn't keep myself hydrated, I would die. I imagine that a lot of the thirst was directly caused by the Jimson Weed, man, that stuff just sucks it out of you!

I finally reached a point, after walking around the city for several hours, that my body needed rest, so I found a spot under an overpass with an spectacular view of the city. I went to sleep, and woke up at dawn. Immediately upon waking, I resumed my walking. My delierium seemed to be increasing as the day progressed & the temperature climbed. It seemed like I just couldn't keep enough fluids in me, and that I was slowly dying. Suddenly, I had a flash of memory. I remembered the name of the street that E's apartment was on! Encouraged by this recall, I asked everyone I ran into until I was pointed in the right direction. 'It's about six miles that way,' said some denizen of the city.

Great. Another six miles in this heat, along the side of one of the main expressways in the city. It was like the Battan Death march to me, I knew that I was in a struggle for my life-and there was no more water to be found. I knew I was getting very close, but the heat exhaustion claimed me, and I knew my situation was getting critical. I called on my guardian spirits to help me, but they were nowhere to be found. Out of the blue, I hear a cry, 'Hey man, come over here and get some water! You don't look so good!'
I looked to where the voice was coming from, and spied a city workcrew, and a black man was waving me over to their water cooler. At first, I thought these were imaginary people like all of the rest, but then a took a swig of water and realized that the spirits had saved me once again. I looked at the man who had called me over, and realized that his spirit was one of the ones that had accompanied me since I had gotten out of jail. He was like a redeeming angel. I gushed thanks to him, and asked him if I was close to the street I was looking for. 'Yeah, it's right over there, about a couple of blocks up.' Eureka! I was going to survive after all!

I stagger the rest of the way to the street, and then follow it to the apartment building where E lived. I went to her door, and knocked. Lucifer opens the door, and totally flips out. We were very glad to see one another, as they all thought I was dead. I don't remember anything except falling out on the floor in a dead faint, aware that I had made it out of the most trying event of my life.

The Aftermath

It took me about four days to get back to 'normal'. I had to use a cane to walk for about a week after, as my body had been smashed like I had been in a motorcycle accident. Evidently I had fallen repeatedly during my blackout phase. I pieced together what had happened to me with the help of people who had been at the party. Seems that I had jumped up out of the apartment, took off all of my clothes, and spent the rest of the evening jumping in and out of the pool (accounting for all of the abrasions & lacerations suffered from banging into concrete repeatedly) What got the cops called was that I started to go up to people's apartments (stark naked, of course) and saying, 'I am the TERMINATOR,' then laughing gleefully and running away. So I didn't do anything too bad. The worst thing that came out of the entire ordeal was that E's boyfriend got kicked out of his apartment because of my behavior. Turns out the guy who had been with the cops when I came to was the apartment manager, and that my arrest was enough to get E's boyfriend & roomates kicked out. Pretty weak reasoning, but shit happens, I guess. Surprisingly, the boyfriend & roomates weren't really mad at me, saying 'It could have happened to any one of us, dude.' I was decent and helped them move their shit out, while I did this, I had all of these people who lived in the complex make comments like, 'Fucked up, weren't ya?' and 'nice ass' and shit like that. Hey, I would have laughed at me too!

I will NEVER do Jimson Weed again, but I am glad for the experience. If any of ya'll do it, be out somewhere FAR AWAY from civilization, with plenty of good trip-sitters. And prepare to have one foot in the land of the dead, and one in the land of the living for about three days. This experience changed me as much as my first acid trip did, but this plant will make you realize what death is all about. It was said that Jim Morrison, known for his seemingly superhuman ability to consume substances without any ill effect was permanently changed by this weed, as was I. Be careful, ya'll, and stay away from this stuff, because its trip is a death trip.
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PostSat Nov 16, 2013 8:04 pm » by Kinninigan


cool story, i had to wait for the cable guy to leave but im grinding up some blueberry kush right now, should make me paranoid enough to conspire about stuff now!



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PostSat Nov 16, 2013 11:18 pm » by Temps13

Interesting,yeah we had a Datura tree in the park we used to eat from as kids,not really a pleasant buzz though & it does induce strong hallucinations..my late friend ate a massive dose & was taken to hospital after circling a friends father-the local vicar,picking imaginary bugs off him.
Later in intensive care he was screaming at the nurses-(he told me later that there had been a huge bee or wasp hovering over him as he lay on the bed).
Couple other mates got picked up trying to peel the white lines off the road..
They cut that tree down.

My own experience-moderate dose-went through a packet of cigarettes-I'd light one,take a couple puffs & it would be gone-I'd retrace my steps but never found a single one,so there must of been missing time.
Also objectively observed hallucinations of little bugs that seemed to be there but when you touch them theyre not there.
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PostSun Nov 17, 2013 3:45 am » by Temps13

Speaking of psycho active substances,& without starting another thread..I seen this
Research revealed that inhaling or ingesting Frankincense stimulates the mid brain, pineal, pituitary glands & hypothalamus, a master gland controlling our thyroid & the release of many hormones affecting how our emotions, brain and whole body functions. Relieving physical, mental and emotional distress in the very psycho active by quieting the "Noise" in our mind by calming over stimulated nerves. Also dissolves feelings of negativity while promoting feelings of security, lifting our spirits when lonely, reduces recurring nightmares & guards feelings of self-worth, significantly strengthening our intuitive capacity, often increasing prophetic & oracular dreams.
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PostSun Nov 17, 2013 4:52 am » by Gignac

be very carefull jipsum weed can be poisonous if too much is ingested. lots of people still die from it, it grows here in maine

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PostSun Nov 17, 2013 5:20 am » by OtheklzeR

I have kept a jar with a sub dose of jimson weed here for my friends who go thru DT's at my house because they are outa booze. about 4 seeds does it.

we have a gourd in the high desert, (thats why we call it the high desert) that grows along side the thorn apple/jimsonweed, use caution

T he name jimson came from james town where we got the brittish stoned on tea,( you can always slip a britt a ruffie with tea ).they were messed up for days

in south america they isolate the scpolamine from the datura tree leaves and flowers and seeds and make a powder that the cia has used for years, but people die from it alot. no memory of it, you will give up your credit cards and pin numbers and help the robbers carry your furniture to thier truck and wav bye bye as they go!!!! :ohno:

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PostSun Nov 17, 2013 6:52 am » by TheDuck

Kinninigan wrote::)

cool story, i had to wait for the cable guy to leave but im grinding up some blueberry kush right now, should make me paranoid enough to conspire about stuff now!


I think the predominant issue here is: what is the Blueberry Kush like.

But yeah, drugs, especially trips effect everyone differently.

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PostSun Nov 17, 2013 3:06 pm » by Kinninigan

TheDuck wrote:
I think the predominant issue here is: what is the Blueberry Kush like.

lets see, ever come to the forums and think nothing is happening for like an hour and then you just realize that you needed to refresh your browser then you see new comments and topics pop up :o

...yeah something like that



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PostSun Nov 17, 2013 3:08 pm » by Just_a_thought

Datura spp.(Jimsonweed, Downy Thornapple, Devil's Trumpet, and Angel's Trumpet)
This page is part of the CU Toxic Plant Pages and was constructed by Jamie Jonker.

[Names - Scientific and Common]
[Desription of Jimsonweed]
[Distribution of Jimsonweed]
[Control of Jimsonweed]
[Toxic properties of Jimsonweed]
[Clinical signs of poisoning from Jimsonweed]
[Jamestown Story] [References]

Jimsonweed Names

Scientific Name
Datura Stramonium L. - Named by Carl Linnaeus as published in Species Plantarum (1753). The genus was derived from ancient hindu word for plant, dhatura. The species name is from New Latin, stramonium, meaning thornapple. Stramonium is originally from from Greek, strychnos (nightshade) and manikos (mad).

Common Names of Plants in Datura spp:
Jamestown weed
Thorn Apple
Downy Thornapple
Devil's Trumpet
Angel's Trumpet
Mad Apple
Stink Weed

Jimsonweed Description

Jimsonweed is an annual herb which grows up to 5 feet tall. It has a pale geen stem with spreading branches. Leaves are ovate with green or purplish coloration , coarsely serrated along edges, and 3 to 8 inches long. Flowers are white or purple with a 5-pointed corolla up to four inches long and set on short stalks in the axils of branches. Seeds are contained in a hard, spiny capsule, about 2 inches in diameter, which splits lenghtwise into four parts when ripe.

Jimsonweed Distribution

Jimsonweed is a cosmopolitan weed of worldwide distribution. It is found in most of the continental US from New England to Texas, Florida to the far western states. Jimsonweed is found in most southern Canadian Provinces as well. It gows in cultivated fields being a major weed in soybeans worldwide. Jimsonweed is common on overgrazed pastures, barnyards, and waste land preferring rich soils.

Control of Jimsonweed

Because of Jimsonweed's toxic properties, the custom of destroying the plant should be practiced on every farm. Animals should not be allowed to graze on sparse pasture inhabited by Jimsonweed. Hay and silage should not be made from fields until all Jimsonweed has been removed. Soybean and other grain fields infested with Jimsonweed can be controlled by a variety of broadleaf herbicides.

Note that herbicides should be applied as directed by a qualified applicator.

Jimsonweed Toxicity

All parts of Jimsonweed are poisonous. Leaves and seeds are the usual source of poisoning, but are rarely eaten do to its strong odor and unpleasant taste. Poisoning can occur when hungry animals are on sparse pasture with Jimsonweed infestation. Most animal poisoning results from feed contamination. Jimsonweed can be harvested with hay or silage, and subsequently poisoning occurs upon feeding the forage. Seeds can contaminate grains and is the most common poisoning which occurs in chickens.

Poisoning is more common in humans than in animals. Children can be attracted by flowers and consume Jimsonweed accidentally. In small quantities, Jimsonweed can have medicinal or haulucinagenic properties, but poisoning readily occurs because of misuse. Ingestion of Jimsonweed caused the mass poisoning of soldiers in Jamestown, Virginia in 1676.

Jimsonweed toxicity is caused by tropane alkaloids. The total alkaloid content in the plant can be as high as 0.7%. The toxic chemicals are atropine, hyoscine (also called scopolamine), and hyoscyamine.

Clinical Signs of Jimsonweed Poisoning

Jimsonweed poisoning occurs in most domesticated production animals: Cattle, goats, horses, sheep, swine, and poultry. Human poisoning occurs more frequently than livestock poisoning making jimsonweed unusual among most poisonous plants.

Early Signs:

rapid pulse
rapid breathing

dilated pupils
muscular twitching
frequent urination
weight loss

Fatal Cases:

weak pulse
irregular breathing
lower body temperature

retained urine

Jimsonweed - Jamestown Story

Captain John Smith, founder of Jamestown

In 1676, British soldiers were sent to stop the Rebellion of Bacon. Jamestown weed (Jimsonweed) was boiled for inclusion in a salad, which the soldiers readily ate. The hallucinogenic properties of jimsonweed took affect.

As told by Robert Beverly in The History and Present State of Virginia (1705): The soldiers presented "a very pleasant comedy, for they turned natural fools upon it for several days: one would blow up a feather in the air; another would dart straws at it with much fury; and another, stark naked, was sitting up in a corner like a monkey, grinning and making mows at them; a fourth would fondly kiss and paw his companions, and sneer in their faces with a countenance more antic than any in a Dutch droll.

"In this frantic condition they were confined, lest they should, in their folly, destroy themselves - though it was observed that all their actions were full of innocence and good nature. Indeed they were not very cleanly; for they would have wallowed in their own excrements, if they had not been prevented. A thousand such simple tricks they played, and after 11 days returned themselves again, not remembering anything that had passed."

Jimsonweed References

Brown, D. Jimsonweed. Cornell University. WWW Page.

Mitch, L.W. 1989. Jimsonweed. Weed Technology. 3:208-210.

Munro, D. 1996. Jimsonweed. Canadian Poisonous Plants WWW Page.

Williams, M. 1995. Jimsonweed. University of Illinois. WWW Page.

Datura spp. WWW Links

University of Illinois Poisonous Plants - Jimsonweed

Canadian poisonous Plants - Jimsonweed

Datura innoxia , Angel's Trumpet

ref: http://www.ansci.cornell.edu/plants/jim ... nweed.html

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