Me and a wreckless friend once drank tea steeped from 2 brugmansia flowers. For me the effects weren't all too
pronounced, but defenitely present. I can only describe the main effects to entail a feeling of dispair, hopelessness,
impending doom & helplessness. Not very pleasant. Humbling, but not in a positive, psycho-educational way as the kind
of humbleness many Psychedelics induce.
My friend was outright terrified. This usually tough black-metal head turned into a scared child when I turned
off the lights yelling me to turn them back on. Appearantly he saw all sorts of gnarly faces comming through the
walls and at him. I thought this was well amusing, both the increase of visuals in the dark & my friend's
hysterical fear of the dark, but I was empathic enough to switch the lights back on quickly.
Not that night, but the very next night, I had an amazingly terrifying dream which unmistakably featured
Datura. In the dream I walked on a red carpet on some outdoor parking lot terrain. Next to the red carpet
sat an old lady in a burlap, hooded cloak. Behind her was a yellow scorpion, the particulairly poisonous kind,
walking back and forth. I stopped to tell her "Lady, your Scorpion is roaming freely" being concerned she didn't
know and that it may have escaped. She just stared at me with iris-less eyes, filled with a gloomy, pale yellow
light. I kneeled down to her level to look her in the face. Suddenly I felt hexed by a warm feeling she radiated.
A Motherly, even grandmotherly charm filled me and I felt compelled to lay down in her lap.
As I did I felt I had made a fatal mistake. The Motherly charm instantly turned to a viscious, murderous predator.
I was firmly locked into her lap and felt the inhuman strength of her 2 hands around my wrists. Trying to get loose
was pointless, is how strong her grip was. It extended from physical grip into my soul, gripping the very essence of
my being tightly, infusing me with fear, helplessness & stupification. Slowly I saw that the inside of her hood, behind her head, began to glow with a yellow light as, very gradually, the legs of a horrificly huge spider began to crawl out of the hood, towards me. I was certain that soon I would feel 2 horribly hard & strong jaws inject me
with a horrendous poison as I suddenly woke up.
Lady Datura hates me. And I'll gladly admit the feeling is mutual.
But I was using it as a sensation-seeking fool at that time. Surely
that stupendous, impure intention played a part in my harsh treatment.
Whatever good may come of proper use with pure intentions, it could never be worth
the risk of being schizophrenic, lobotomised or dead. For spiritual healing/education
I'll try my luck with other plant-teachers. Datura is just too merciless for me & I'm
still guessing wether anything valuable can be learned from "proper" Datura use.
Knowledge is valuable, but Life is invaluable.
Life is that which makes the quest for Knowledge, and everything else, possible.
Life is the foundation. For me this seems far to precious to ever risk loosing,
even if the greatest wealth of Knowledge could be attained by doing so.
Nothing is more valuable than life itself so don't gamble with it, for anything.
That last bit kind of sums up my reasons to stay far away from Scopolamine and similair chemicals.
The dream was a great motivational factor too.
