Doornappel

Gratis en beter als LSD

dacht k toch goed dan

oeh.. die gaat ook niet altijd op
ben k ook alweer achter..

dat ding ziet r nog s eng uit ook..
die eet je idd nie zo snel

er is nogal een verschil tussen een 'duistere'trip, en een 'badtrip'waarin je echt foutgaat.. want das nooit leuk..

Tispas een badtrip als je in paniek raakt, ziek wordt, het vet klote vind, doodsbang bent ed..

Laat maar weten als je in de buurt van Den Bosch bent hahahaha

hehehe, vind ik ook
ze lijken trouwes wat op dat kapsel van die kerel op je forum foto

waar ga je eigenlijk een shamaan vandaan halen?

For four months I searched obsessively for datura stramonium (jimson weed). I had looked at hundreds of pictures and read many articles on the elusive plant, but it wasn't until one day when I was coming home from work that it caught my eye. Something had been drawing my attention to a motel's Jacuzzi each day as I passed by, but I had no idea what it was. One day I figured out that I don't usually notice something so intensely, so I decided to look a little closer-boy was I a happy camper! There she was-a huge juniper bush mounted like a shrine in front of a mound with at least 15 datura plants. At the top stood the mother, like a beautiful woman. It really freaked me out, the plant had such a powerful presence. I had to go back, so I planned to go that night on my bicycle and hop the fence to grab a portion of the treasure. This was probably a bad thing to do (crossing a fence to steal datura plants), but she found me and presented me with this temptation.

Months passed and the seeds just sat in my desk-until one day when I met this kid travelling through town. We spent the night talking and I just couldn't resist bringing up the subject of the DATURA. He said that he had heard of it and had wanted to take it for a long time. His eagerness to test the plant made him seem a bit naive, but he insisted that he was ready. 'Come on dude lets do it! It'll turn out good and we will learn a lot.' We went to the kitchen and ground 3/4 tsp. of the seeds in the family coffee grinder for each of us, then packed it into our knapsacks for the camping trip which was planned for that night.

We arrived at dusk and settled down, lit a fire, prayed, and downed the poulticed seeds without telling our friends. Stephen, the travelling kid, and I took a walk down the dirt road that ran through the center of the field. We were extremely attentive to how the seeds were affecting us. I listened closely. What would happen next? Her presence began be felt about 100 yards down the road. We sat in the middle of the road and felt the world slipping from our control (ego). We gazed at the distant fire the world become so eerie the voices and lives of our friends seemed another world away. I asked Stephen how it was coming, he said 'I'm taking a crap.' I guess I followed him (we were in this together and didn't want to leave him) and sat with him for a few minutes and didn't even realize it. I was becoming a little delirious.

We walked back to the camp site and sat down on a log. Our mouths became so dry, we chugged at least 2 quarts of water each, no resolve. We both lay down in concern 'are you alright?' he whispered to me. We were both moaning and felt very scared, lonely and regretful. My brother left and went home, I wanted to leave with him so badly, but this was my choice and I said not a word and examined my life. I didn't want to die. I stumbled off to a ditch near the pasture so I could lie down.

The world I once knew was disappearing. The stars multiplied, I felt like I was dying. I had to piss so I tried to get up, my legs felt gell like, I stumbled on some rocks and fell back down and began crying. I then pulled my self back to the campsite (20 Yards away) were the car was parked I tried to crawl but it was too difficult also. I flopped this body against the car and tried to pee but I couldn't, I was in pain. I got back to my ditch and lay there and tried to pee lying down... I gave up. An old bob dylan tune was echoed into the night sky from s car stereo. The song was very comforting 'one too many mornings'.

I was startled when I noticed car lights reflecting on the trees around the pasture. I moved myself quickly to the car to turn of the music and uttered in fear that a car was coming. The guys were expecting some folks, so I lay down next to the fire. At this point the delirium really set in and my friends knew something nowIt is so creepy remembering this. I was told that for the next couple hours they watched me trying to grasp the physical world from the 'delusional'. I was like a little kid, a cave man or something. I was trying to talk but it all came out so jumbled in some other language. The guys became a little concerned. They told me that I kept walking off this wooden deck-like thing into a soggy creek bed. they found me there mangled and pulled me out with concern. I kept wandering back to the creek bed stumbling off the deck into it. around 4:00 a.m they pulled me out and stood me up and I kept peeing on myself, it was so relieving.

I suppose everyone went to bed or something cause I wandered off to the dirt road, the one that goes through the pasture. I felt energized and had control of my body now, still delirious. I had found stephen, he sat me down and began to inform of something very unnerving, the night had a very evil feeling as it was. He said 'man I don't know what to do, I don't want this.' He showed me his dark long fingernails, his face was very old and hairy (werewolf-like). I flipped out, I told him it was going to be okay and not to worry, it was just a bad dream. I knew this wasn't though I saw him, he was being possessed by her.

I ran for my life. I had begun to witness the spirit world, the darkest reality, ghost like beings were everywhere, it sickened me. I ran and ran, hopped a barbed-wire fence into a weedy field and ran around the perimeter trying to avoid stepping on snakes. I was almost flying I fell really hard at one point. When I got up I saw a glow in the middle of the field. I was controlled at this point. I was pulled to the center of the field where I witnessed some demonic action. There were seven guys and girls dressed in dark clothes, black hair, and pail skin. They were all enticed basically making love with the plant. They danced around the glowing datura plant. She was, alive. There was one guy/girl to my left that was very tall and thin he/she seemed to be the plant spirit (the leader).

They all quit dancing, Datura/she stared into my eyes and shook her head. I messed up and I knew it. I ran so quick towards the woods. He/she sent one of the others (enticed ones) after me. I tried to hop this barbed fence, but I was caught and I cut myself. I turned around and the enticed one, he stopped still in the darkness. I felt as if he wanted to run with me and get away from this evil life. I said come on dude, lets go... she'll kill you, come on! He stopped, and it was if something forced him to shake his head saying no, no. I hopped the wire and ran up the hill tore through vines, briar, just tearing through I leeped down the other side. Something stopped me and pulled my head up towards the ridge. There was the temptress, and she was after my life. She was capable of transformation and teleportation. I was so scared. I tore through the woods, I had to avoid two black jaguars. It was her, she is so so tricky and evil.

I came to the highway and it was about dawn at this point. I kept running from her. She was so tricky she had this power to dissipate, bow into the side of the road and just vanish, leaving only slightly noticeable energy particles, she could move about so quickly like this. I spent the next hour running in terror. I had to prove my strength and that I wasn't going to give in. She would offer me things like power and drugs, girls, etc. She sat on top of a road sign with her/his legs crossed behind. 'What does this say'? she tested my strength to the end. SO WICKED! I remember running, cars were swirving in order to avoid me, I guess I was in the road. I didn't dare go into the woods, they had too much power in the darker areas. I could here their evil laughter in the distance. She/he would bow into the ground every time a car would come around the corner. I was so scared and tired. I didnt know where I was but I had to get out of there quickly.

I tried signaling to the traffic that they were trying to get me. A lady pulled over and told me to get in. She knew something was wrong. I was to confused she said she took me to a sherrif's station in another town. It turned out she was a psychologist. She spotted the terror. Most folks don't pick up 'crazed' people. I was extremely blessed. I went to the station she told the sherrif that I was confused and seemed very disturbed. I told the cop that I was being followed by evil kids that wanted to sacrifice me. He asked me if I had done any drugs. I said no because It was real, I had forgotten about the datura and only remembered the cannabis leaf I smoked the day before. Besides he wouldn't have believed me if I told him that I did. But he knew. They called my mother and brother. they came and got me. The plant left me with strange powers that I was soon to lose as I came down. By the way, I was informed that the cops went to check out that area. They actually looked in the cult members in the physical world. It was very kind of them.

The plant is a very useful teacher, but also deadly, I don't know that it is worth the risk. I was so dehydrated my tonsils were bleeding. A cop came in and poured me a styrofoam cup of water. My it was the best, I savored every drop. I dropped the cup of water on the floor, when I looked down It was gone. There are many delusional things that happen also. It may be hard to distinguish the true lessons from the effects of poisoning. I got home, drank some water, took a long rest. It left me very lonely for months. My eyes were unable to focus for the following week. I went to my friend's house the next day. I had to find out what happened. before describing anything on my part, he told me what he witnessed at the campsight(he was sober). He said he witnessed stephen(the other induced one) become real old looking. He was hairy like a dog and it was clear he said. He described exactly what happened to him and what I witnessed. The following week I went to the library to research more about Datura. A book read that it is common to have 'dreams' involving lycanthropy (turning of man to wolf). How bizzare! This freaked me out.

Please don't take this with a grain of salt or as an entertaining story. It was such a nightmare, I felt so lonely for so long (still recovering a year later). I must inform people of the deadliness of the datura. She will trick you into death. And if you die, you may have more problems than just a dead body, she will have weakened you to the point of surrendering your soul to her. Watch out and please take much precaution brothers, sisters.

I'm an experienced tripper. In fact, my first drug xp was peyote. I'm not a heavy user by any means: 2-3 times a year. I'm a fairly regular pot smoker, and though I don't drink a lot, I'm an avid lover of beer. Hallucinogens are my love though, and I DON'T consider them just recreational. For the most part, they are done camping with friends (UP of Michigan: that is the place!). Trippin' is supposed to be a spiritual xp that can be fun but mainly, I consider it a 're-boot' of my system.

That being said, Datura is now officially off the list of 'camping supplies.' I did my homework, I read about the bad xps and thought to myself 'I'll do this smart.' One thing I noticed about the bad xp's was they usually involve people who regularly use drugs and lead unhealthy lifestyles. I don't. Also, people usually seem to be in an urban environment where police pressence can be summoned. That was being avoided. I also made sure I had plenty of water. I was not going to smoke any pot or drink. The dose I was using was considerably lower than most of the 'bad story' doses. I didn't officially have any sitters, but my friends were all with me. they were using mushrooms, not datura. I've tripped with all of them before and trusted their abilities to separate reality from mythology if things got too hairy.

My MISTAKE was having read a great deal of Robert E. Howard the week prior. Conan, Kull, Bran Mak Morn, etc. After ingestation, I didn't get the 'drunk' feeling as bad as most people seem too. I was in fairly good shape. I did start getting the effects quickly. The dark woods provided a lot of shapes that outrightly became Picts. I surprised and probably scared my friends half to death when I suddenly took up the camp machette and went to do glorious battle with the attacking savages. Of this, i have little recollection. I had been lucid for quite some time, but near dusk, the 'battle began.' This is what my friend described:

'you went from talking about pygmy tribes and the yeti into 'THEY'RE HERE! You jumped up from your log, grabbed the machette, ran thru the fire and into the treeline, hacking everything in site. We were too scared to come to you. In fact, we were worried that you were gonna start thinking we were Orcs too, so we left.'

My friends literally fled into the woods to get away from me. I don't remember much until I came across a dead animal. Which coulda been a whale or a unicorn or a Meglotherium for all I knew. I spent a lot of time fighting 'Picts' or 'Danes' or whatever. I read a lot of fantasy books and play Magic cards so Goblins, Murgos, Viashinos, Skull Bearers, Trolls, Gnolls, and a whole other assorted menagerie of evil was out to get me. Somehow, I wandered into a swamp and lost my 'sword.'

My friends found me hours later. It wasn't hard. I left a trail of hacked brush and I was screaming quite loudly. I have vivid memories of terrible things coming out of the dark for me. The scary thing was, for the several hours I was alone, I didn't drink anything. Luckily, I was only a half mile from camp. I didn't recognize my two friends when they came for me, I thought the flashlights were 'witch balls' I fought with them a little, before I realized they were real and had water. I'm sure that I had pissed myself and was real glad to get dry clothes on back at camp.

I was in and out of lucid dreams the whole night. I basically ruined their buzz, but being true friends, they found me more amusing than assholeriffic. I still get dogged about that weekend, but I've been forgiven. However, in addition to the 4 day hangover, I cannot shake the uneasy fear that I could have killed somebody or myself. I literally was a delusional nut running around with a dangerous weapon in the woods. I could have fell on it. I shudder everytime I think of that weekend. Given a choice between doing Datura again or eating an entire sheet of acid, i would eat the sheet. Datura is NOT something to be fucked with and I'm a healthy sane person with hallucenogenic xp. My advice: you probably are not strong enough for it and if you are you better not have a violent bone in your body or you can flip out easily. Have SOBER sitters will absolutely not permit you to be anywhere near dangerous places or objects. Or just don't do it, because the hangover sucks and it really isn't all that fun.

Acid

28- Doornappel, bilzekruid, alruinwortel

Een indrukwekkende plant met witte of lichtpaarse bloemkelken en stekelige zaaddozen (ze doen denken aan het omhulsel van een kastanje) groeit in ons land vaak op vuilnisbelten en in rommelige hoekjes. Het is de roemruchte doornappel die samen met bilzekruid en alruimwortel of mandragora, de bekendste magische planten van Europa waren.

Ze werden vroeger gebruikt in heksenzalven en toverelixers. Intussen zijn deze kruiden in populariteit voorbijgestreefd door hennep en kaalkopjes. Het merkwaardige is dat die verboden zijn, terwijl de gevaarlijke doornappel en het bilzekruid vrij gebruikt kunnen worden. Het gebruik van doornappel is behoorlijk riskant. Vooral bij een te hoge dosering -en die heb je al gauw !- kunnen krankzinnigheid, bewusteloosheid en zelfs de dood het gevolg zijn. Wij hebben zelf vrij uitgebreid geëxperimenteerd met doornappel, bilzekruid en alruin, maar het gebeurt maar zelden dat je er een prettige ervaring mee hebt, wat niet wegneemt dat het soms leerzaam kan zijn.

Mocht je deze planten toch willen proberen; je kunt alle delen van doornappel en bilzekruid eten, als thee drinken of gedroogd roken. Tien zaadjes waarop je kauwt of thee van wat blaadjes brengen je al snel naar een schimmenrijk van gnomen en spinnekoppen. Roken is het veiligst, maar ook dat geeft een zeer zware trip.

De lichamelijke effecten zijn vrij snel waarneembaar; een kurkdroge strot, een merkwaardig soort "blindheid", waarbij bijvoorbeeld letters als vlooien over een bedrukte bladzijde springen. Niet lang daarna beginnen zeer zware hallucinaties. Deze kunnen dagenlang aanhouden, hoewel het effect van een kleine dosis meestal binnen een dag weer verdwijnt. Je betreed een schemerige wereld, die sterk doet denken aan de sprookjes van Grimm en aan griezelverhalen. De werking is bovendien zo sterk dat je al snel vergeet dat je iets hebt ingenomen. Je gaat helemaal op in het schimmenrijk.

Het gebruik van deze magische planten gaat terug tot in de verre oudheid. Ze zijn over de hele wereld bekend, van India tot Afrika en van Amerika tot Europa. Omdat heksen en tovenaars hun kruidenkennis maar zelden op schrift hebben gezet, moeten we te rade gaan bij andere culturen, waar nog tot op de dag van vandaag gebruik gemaakt wordt van de magische krachten van de doorn-appel en aanverwante planten.

Doornappel wordt niet alleen toegepast om vijanden uit te schakelen of slachtoffers buiten bewustzijn te brengen en met hen te doen wat de gifmenger wil; Indianenvolken als de Huichols, Tarahumara’s (bekend van Antonin Arnauds relaas in "De Peyotedans") en de Zuni’s gebruiken doornappel -in de Verenigde Staten bekend als Jimsonweed- bij bepaalde initiatierituelen. Deze zijn gericht op de dood van het oude ego, bijvoorbeeld bij de overgang van kind naar volwassenheid, en vinden plaats onder leiding van ervaren gidsen of shamanen. Zulke initiaties zijn bepaald geen lolletje en spelen zich vaak af op de rand van de dood. Bij de overgang van kind naar volwassene vindt een totale hersenspoeling plaats, waarbij de puber vergeet wie hij of zij voordien was. Zelfs de naam, de taal, de familie worden uitgewist in het geheugen en de puber moet helemaal opnieuw de dingen leren die voor een volwassene belangrijk zijn.

Een duizenden jaren lange ervaring heeft de shamanen geleerd hoe ze met deze planten moeten omgaan, maar toch vallen zelfs daar slachtoffers. Indiaanse deskundigen waarschuwen dan ook dat de doornappel onvoorspelbaar is en niet als experiment gebruikt worden. Zij noemen doornappel een "boze tovenaar"; peyote is een "goede tovenaar". Bilzekruid en alruimwortel hebben wij in Nederland nooit aangetroffen. We kennen deze planten uit Zuid-Europa en het gebied rond de Middellandse Zee. Over de alruinwortel deden vroeger al vreemde verhalen de ronde. Zo zouden ze onder galgen groeien, omdat het sperma dat gehangenen verliezen er de juiste mest voor schijnt te zijn.

Alruimwortel moet je bij volle maan uit de grond laten trekken door een hond die er met een touw aan is vastgebonden. De wortel, die vaak op een mens met twee beentjes lijkt, zou dan nog een gilletje slaken. Het kauwen op een stukje van deze wortel levert al snel een effect op als dat van de doornappel. Men beweert dat een gedroogde alruinwortel een uitstekende talisman tegen kwade invloeden is.


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Enkele ervaringen van vriendinnen, kennissen en onszelf: Een vriendin die ‘s avonds een kopje doornappel-thee dronk, zag in het donker opeens een groot monster dat haar vanuit een hoek van de kamer beloerde. Ze wist dat dit gedrocht haar zou bespringen als zij haar ogen er ook maar een moment van zou afwenden. Zo bleef zij de hele nacht naar het duistere, zacht golvende mormel staren. Toen de ochtend aanbrak en daglicht de kamer begon binnen te kruipen, zag ze dat het slechts een donker gordijn was dat zachtjes op de tocht bewoog...

Een andere vriendin begon snel een graf te graven waarin ze gedurende haar hele trip als een lijk heeft liggen griezelen. Ze werd stokstijf, voelde haar vlees wegrotten en de wormen uit haar oogkassen kruipen.

Een vriend zwierf rond over een slagveld waar duizenden gesneuvelden lagen te stinken terwijl er ook nog enkele zwaar gewonden kreunend rondkropen. Weer een ander veranderde in een wild zwijn en kroop knorrend rond op handen en knieën, terwijl hij zand, eikels en takken vrat. Een kennis at dertig zaden van de doornappel en belandde in een krankzinnigengesticht, waar hij drie jaar bleef.

Om het relaas compleet te maken ook een min of meer positieve ervaring: "Tijdens een doornappeltrip zat ik te lezen in een oeroud, ongelooflijke toverboek waarin alle antwoorden stonden op alle vragen die ik maar kon bedenken. Urenlang zat ik gefascineerd in het boek te bladeren, totdat het effect minder werd en ik me afvroeg wat dit in godsnaam voor een boek was en hoe het heette. Ik sloeg het dicht om de titel op het omslag te lezen en op hetzelfde moment was het boek weg en zat ik met lege handen. Helaas was ik naderhand niet alleen alle antwoorden vergeten, maar ook de vragen die ik het boek had gesteld."

bij deze plant is LSD kinderspel!!
dit is voor je lichaam puur vergif en daarbij komt nog dat je het geestelijk ook zeer onprettig ervaard, naja er zullen vast wel een paar eigewijze mannetjes het tog doen.. maar daar lezen we binnekort hun leuke verhalen over...

DOORNAPPEL,

deze plant is zogeheten naar de met stekels bezeten vrucht, bevat hyoscyamine (als het bilzenkruid) en atropine (als het doodkruid).
de gedroogde bladeren worden verpoederd en dan gebrand of gerookt tegen astma, daar het de luchtwegen ontspant.
men geeft het ook, homeopatisch tegen epilepsie.
onverdunt geeft het namelijk hallucinaties en terwille daarvan wordt het wel opzettelijk gerookt, of men trekt er thee van, die men met melk en suiker drinkt.
als spoedig worden de mond en keel droog, de pupillen vergroot, men wordt duizelig en begint onsamenhangend te praten, ziet allerlei vreemde dieren omzich heen, heeft het gevoel te vliegen en in verband daarmee de neiging om het raam uit te springen.
men wordt een gevaar voor zichzelf.
wat de patient allemaal vertelt, ontbloot zijn onderbewustzijn.
naderhand weet hij daar totaal niets meer van, dan is het weer verdrongen.
na enige uren (of weken) is het vergif blijkbaar uitgewerkt.
men kan dit echter veel eerder neutraliseren door norit, koffie of alcohol.
de werking van dit vergif is kennelijk het uitschakelen van het IK, van de zelfbeheersing, die de ongewenste verlangens en neigingen van de levenspool onderdrukt.
waardoor immers zo vaak astma ontstaat.
door het verdrongen worden zijn de neigingen vaak verminkt, het ik acht ze belachelijk of minderwaardig, vandaar de vreemde diervormen waarin ze optreden.

Na, LSD blijft in principe nog altijd een van de sterkste tripmiddelen

Deze plant wordt nogsteeds door shamanen gebruikt voor inzichten en contact met de goden, ik geloof van harte dat dit iets is voor de zeer ervaren psychonaut maar anderzijds kun je deze plant niet puur vergif noemen.