DOSE:

4 flowers

oral

Tropane Plants

(dried)

BODY WEIGHT:

150 lb

I grew some Datura Wrightii this year. It was a gift I had sought for some time. I guess anything you are meant to obtain will come to you. She thrived and soon bore trumpets. I worked up from a piece of a trumpet to one trumpet and finally to 4 trumpets. This was the night of four trumpets.

I had been working with this plant directly for a few months now and being lost and new to this realm and sheltered from my daimon all my life- I just said ‘fuck all” and went for it. With proper respect, though I hadn’t built rituals yet, but no true intentions other than meeting the plant, and maybe myself.

Generally I use mind altering plants before bed. I love the restless erotic liminal that exists there. That felt especially correct with Datura. So before bed (10 pm?) I took 4 dried trumpets off of my drying frame and tore the corollas into about 4* pieces each which I rolled up and took like pills. I tried to sleep meditating on my mala, but was too stimulated.

This worried me because of a morning glory trip in which I got the timing off and was stuck in restless hell for hours. So I decided I needed to just go to bed now. As I lay there, the light of the moon peaking through my curtains, I did begin to notice slight dry mouth. Not even enough to call cotton mouth. It must have been to a significant enough degree though that I was drinking a lot though, because I ended up waking up to about 1.5 liters of piss in a jar.

I also experienced “Phantom Pen.” I didn’t smoke regularly at the time so instead I kept grabbing a pen and writing something down. In the middle I would zone out and then realize I was asleep and open my eyes to see the pen still laying on the table. This happened a lot and interestingly, there was no pen on the table or near it when I woke up.

All through the night I slept fairly restlessly and felt a bit hypnotized when I’d wake up. Sometimes I would look around the room and see a figure in the corner. I knew what I saw was a pile of clothes because I was not truly delirious but I felt like, really he must be a sentient pile of clothes at the least. One time I looked at my curtains and they were uncontrollably jittering.

Overall I felt restless, but was too confused. Or hypnotized. Within the mystique of this new world, to be frustrated with any ticcing or twitching. Any sudden movements of my body became almost sensual. I couldn’t feel pain so I thought involving myself in physical ecstasies would be potentially dangerous at this time.

Speaking further on the pain relief, I’m not sure if it was this particular time but in general with Datura, I have had a Bobble head feeling when I moved my head while suffering from headache. Interesting.. still able to feel my extremities, no pain though.

Well I woke up from this experience less than 12 hours later (pretty normal for me even when not intoxicated if my sleep was restless) and checked my pupils- all good. Figured I was sober. I was rather tired so laid in bed a bit before I did any cleansing that I generally do after a mystical experience. I checked my phone and watched videos where I saw a girl whose face turned into dots that became purple and melted. This visual distortion was easy to control, only effecting electronics that I stared at.

I then went about my day normally and was absolutely fine. Seems like when I sleep through a high completely and drinking a lot of gatorade, I just kinda skip the whole hangover thing. (Except for DXM, shits wack)

And so Datura had completely enchanted me. For months. And she continues to captivate me now as I make all manner of ointment and oil, testing various doses (all below delirious), of her powers. And what have I learned? It’s funny. I take D8 and it tells me “Clean your damn room, pick yourself off the floor, and do fucking art.” It always gives me very specific advice. Datura does not. And yet, I always come back to her. Consumption being a relatively rare activity, I speak to her, and spend time with her often. I now have an amulet for her which I buried in her roots for a few days. And when I had to uproot the Datura sisters in my garden for winter, it was a truly emotional event. Of course now I would have all the plant material I could want but I feared that I may not be able to be as close to her.

But still we remain comrades. She’s a “bosom” friend I guess.

Humans all share this human spirit but we are diverse- Datura is similar. My first datura for example, seems to not be fully able to pin down a proper pronoun or gender, beyond not wanting to be called “it.” My second however, is a very loud and clear woman.

Thank you for listening to my ramble on the topic of Dearest Datura.

Footnotes:

*4 is repeated throughout as the number to me represents me (vessel), my Datura sisters (healer and protector), and Brugmansia (psychic). Though I don’t think I had yet made the connection that this was why the number was recurrently spoken to me.

*In later Experiences with this plant I would do this, and it was totally fuckin wild, but I only did so during early on transdermal use.

*As I continued use of this plant this would be a common occurrence

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116802
Gender: Not Specified
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Aug 25, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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