DOSE:	7 g	oral	Morning Glory	(ground / crushed)
		oral	Ginger	(capsule)

BODY WEIGHT:

160 lb

First Trip Adventure of Spectacular Beauty

For my first psychedelic trip, I ate 7 grams of morning glory. I had crushed them into a fine powder. The trip was absolutely perfect, it was probably the most powerful experience in my life. I smoke weed very regularly, and I had taken DXM a few times, though the results with DXM were not great and I stopped because I worried about its health effects. But from all my research, morning glory seeds seemed to be potent and perfectly safe, and they were available to be bought at a brick-and-mortar store. I am glad I made this decision.

Around 11:30 AM, I went to a large, remote expanse of woods not far from my house. I have never seen anyone else here. I found a good spot to establish as my “base camp,” and I took a few minutes to calm down. It was about 12:00 PM, noon, when I ate the seeds. >I didn’t bring my phone, a watch, or any music with me, I wanted no technology interfering between me, the seeds, and nature.

The seeds didn’t taste bad. At first they had a somewhat pleasant nutty taste, but the more I ate, the more a bitter taste accumulated, though it was still not unbearable. I took some capsules of ginger, and I had no nausea the entire trip.

For the first hour, I was disappointed because the seeds had no effect. I thought they were bunk. Into the second hour, I started noticing very subtle color enhancement and some unusual thoughts, though I couldn’t tell if I was just imagining this. Around an hour and a half or two hours in, it was clear that the effects were indeed starting to activate.

The colors became very bright yet pale. They had a pastel, sunfaded look, almost like ice cream. Yet they were also more colorful in a way. I saw a lot of purple in places where purple shouldn’t be. Nothing super crazy yet.

Then the real trip began abruptly with a vivid, if confusing, hallucination. I thought I saw a person walking at the base of the hill I was on, wearing a white shirt and black pants. I freaked out and thought it was a cop. I then noticed a dog and what appeared to be two more cops. But the way they looked, considering perspective, made no sense. The white-black blob began to look like a white horse with a black tail, then it looked like a shrouded ghost. It was not really transforming, my interpretation of what it was. I turned away for a split second, looked downhill again, and saw nothing. I figured it was the seeds.

The rest of the trip wasn’t really like this. Everything took on a trippy, cartoonish appearance. I sat down against a tree and went inward, closing my eyes and imagining all sorts of landscapes, wildlife, and objects. I thought a lot about my life and my family and friends. I was flooded with love and empathy. I cried when I thought I accidentally crushed a bug, then when I saw that the bug was alive and well, I celebrated. I realized that I liked people, that I wanted to meet people and help people. I had the thought of two life paths, to serve yourself or to serve others. I decided I wanted to take the second. I wanted to go home and hug my parents and my pets, but I could do that when the trip was over. I also realized that I have a lot of personal development I have to do. I’ve been recovering from a horrific bout of depression, and I realized that depression is a disease I can’t control, and yet that I have to fight it and be stronger than it. I realized that I am not a kid anymore, I have to be an adult and take responsibility for myself.

I decided to get up this point, it was about 4:00 PM judging by the sunlight levels. I noticed that everything seemed to be pulsing, everything looked really funky. I decided to take a walk elsewhere, to a place where a historical tragedy occurred. In this place, I would reach my peak, and I underwent a scenario I thought of as death and rebirth.

Decades ago, the site I went to was the site of a building that burned in a horrific fire, which killed dozens of people. The site is overgrown with life again, though it’s dry and barren, almost more desert than forest, and the ruins of the building still remain. Neighborhood kids always said this place was haunted, and though I’m skeptical of paranormal phenomena, there is an undeniably spooky, spiritual ambience at this site. At the very least, seeing the carpets and walls of the place forces anyone to think about death and time. In a figurative sense, it truly is haunted. I had a few thoughts of spirits still dwelling in these grounds, and some of these manifested into my perceptions. It was peaceful though. It was shortly after 6:00 PM, and the sun was setting. The trip reached its tempestuous peak right about then. The sunset exploded all the horizon into the colors of a burning rainbow. The darker it got, the stranger and more absurd my thoughts became. I started seeing wide-open hallucinations, mostly of animals I might see. In the trees I saw, I saw patterns of deer all around in me, in all different sizes. Some I thought were real deer, and only when I got closer could I tell they were illusion. I also saw some specters of coyotes. The deer and coyote imagery had a prehistoric vibe to them, they looked like cavemen rock art. Some of the deer I imagined had glowing red eyes.

At this point, I started making some tribal drum sounds. When I stopped vocalizing, the drumbeat continued to pound on audibly, only with much more convincing realism. It was now a little after 6:30, and the stars came out. They were flanging and pulsating, flashing white and red and with a purple glow around them. My thoughts were very muddled now. My sense of direction was highly distorted, and I walked in circles and struggled to find my way back to where I had eaten the seeds. I became a bit nervous, though I didn’t panic. I imagined a tall, cartoonishly red devil pursuing me, and I started to run. I remembered I was not religious, and of course I remembered I had taken the seeds.

But the knowledge that I was tripping didn’t completely convince me. I would like to emphasize that this anxiety was mild and subdued- I was still in a highly euphoric mood, and in the back of my mind I knew that Satan wasn’t really after me. At some point, I seemed to separate from my self-grounding. I remembered my identity, my history, and the people I knew, but all of that seemed distant and unfamiliar. It seemed like reality was all fake. At various points, it felt like I had travelled through time and was in the remote past: I placed myself in past periods of my own life, in my own life, in the decades before I was born when the fire had happened, and I even felt like I had been an ancient hunter-gatherer or Paleolithic American Indian seeing a vision of this land’s future. At some point, I even wondered if the trip had brought me back to the true reality, that my everyday life was actually the hallucination. I even wondered if I was in an afterlife or in some sort of spirit realm. This was a mind-blowing thing to consider, and it was not frightening. It was kind of cool to experience for those several minutes, though I still felt relieved when it wore off.

At this point, I was surrounded by visions of deer, and I had no sense of direction. Between 7:00 and 7:30, I made way out of the woods and wound up on a golf course, which was safe to use for travel as it was closed for the day. Cars were driving on the hill, and I was worried their headlights would shine on me and the cops would come. This was not the fault of the seeds, I blame the set and setting of being on a private golf course at night for this feeling. I have similar feelings walking on there when not on any psychoactive substances, so I can’t blame the seeds. I also felt relieved that I was on solid pavement, because I knew the path would lead me back to civilization. I passed through a tunnel that goes under a road, and it felt like I was walking through some sort of metaphysical void. I passed by a highway, seeing cars whirr by, the seeds made them blur as though they weren’t solid objects. As I returned to the world of man, I began contemplating the ills of modern society. I was disgusted that psychedelics- which had just given me the most captivating and moving experience of my life, an experience that forced me to re-examine my own life priorities- were persecuted by society, and yet the march of greed was celebrated as the pinnacle of progress. I saw how the contemplative experience- the world of wonder and imagination we experience in childhood, but a world in which I was only just then fully immersed- was suppressed in the name of profit and efficiency, watching the headlights on the highway zoom by forever. I remembered that this highway was the same highway I drive on everyday to school, and that I was also guilty of the same rejection of the human spirit. I remembered how I have committed before to do everything I can to preserve and carry on that spirit of joy and wonder, remembering my plan to teach English literature and my active pursuits in playing music and writing poetry. I also remembered the vow I took in the woods earlier that day, the vow that I would do my best to be more outgoing and to help other people in some way, whether by volunteering or by giving money to charity. I finally got home.

It was 8:30 PM. I was coming down, though I was far from normal. I had a heavy afterglow, and when I closed my eyes, I saw vivid imagery that continued to play on the themes of deer and trees. When I watched TV and got on my computer, the visual distortions seemed to persist on electric screens long after they had faded in my more general vision.

This trip was everything I could ask for in a first trip. It was serenely blissful, intensely visual, and it led to a lot of serious thought. It twisted my notions of reality and gave me an adventure without being terrified. It flooded me with empathy, and it shed light on my future. The negative side effects of morning glory seeds were entirely absent, and I fully intend on eating them again in the future many times, and I am open to experimenting with other psychedelics. I plan on growing some morning glory vines, and after I can appreciate their beautiful flowers, I will give these seeds to friends free of charge and ask them to distribute these seeds to others, because I truly believe that their trip is something worth experiencing.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 107912
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 20
Published: Dec 8, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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