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Well. Datura species (aka Jimson Weed) can accomplish a separate reality 
unattainable by anyother hallucinogen. 
Me and my friends have explored the powers of this ancient herb. Let me 
1st tell how I got involved with it.
I must have been in my 14s when I first got interested in altered states 
of consiscous. I browsed through every book on psychedelics and related 
stuff I could lay my hands at. It was a X-mas time a year later when I 
made this incredible founding at local mart. A live tree DATURA was there 
staring at me. I thought this is a once in a life time change to me. So I 
made exit with a $4 off shoot in my bag.
 It took quite a while to get experimented since the relatively slow 
growth of the tree species. So a year passed and near X-mas (again) my 
paryers were answered. Small bulb-like flower 'spikes' began to apper. 
Over the next 2 weeks they grew longer at the end them being about 20cm 
long with beutifully shaped trumpet like white flowers with a delicate 
scent. I snipped the flowers off and dried them as I had heard my friend 
who had just got back from Brasil said they had done some brew of the 
flowers.
The trip I'm finally about to describe (sorry about the intro) was 
induced by dried flowers of an 'Angel's Trumpet' (Datura suaveolens,).
It took place during the evening and night of April 30th which in the 
country I come from is a national holiday called Vappu. 
I prepared the brew by boiling abou6t (I can't recall the exact amount) 3 
or 4 dried flowers. The volume of the brew was reduced by boiling it 
sightly until it appeared on a mug as a dark tea (i.e. it was impossible 
to see to bottom of the mug). Since this mixture had a repulsive taste I 
decided to heat the mug in a microwave oven prior to ingestion ( I think 
when liquid is warm enouh it will numb the taste neurons in your mouth.)
So down it went. After my ingesting the 'stuff' we (me and my pal) headed 
for a nearby hill top to drink some beer. After -1 hr the influence 
came. At 1st I had difficulties with distance perception. When tried to 
grab a bottle 6of beer it seemed to be farther than I could reach. I  
attempted to move towards it with a consequnce of falling on my ass from 
the bench we were sitting. Now I realized that my legs were fairly 
immobilized. My mouth was was dry as a vagina of a 70 yearold granny , 
sippin the beer made it ache even more. Then I don't know what the fuck 
hit me but I felt the pull of the city  ( I make a remark here. The hill 
we were on was a park area just 1km from down town of this 30000pop town 
I was living). I made all I possibly could that state of mind to myself 
from making a head first dive as I run down the not so steep side of the 
hill. Finally down by the street I had the hardest time of keeping 
straight. I don't know who the fuck I was trying to fool since I got on 
my knees once every nanosecond.
 Now after finding my body time after time lying on the street with no 
control I lost my files. (This amnesia is typical for most Datura trips). 
All I remember today for those next 2-3hrs was that I was bound walking 
to the harbour where there was an amusement park. Unfortunately I never 
made it there. Instead I wound up on a street trying to tear with my 
nails bleeding fish-shaped cuts of black sand paper. I recall my trying 
to sell nonexistent giant roll of sand paper to passer-bys.
  Stopping police car was the only thing that woke me to a consiscous 
state. They told me to move from the road I was kneeling unable to tear 
those fishes up. Thanks to the loosened control for the holiday I wasn't 
taken to the precinct.
  Next I find me seeing a street turning into a dark runway. The last 
part of my trip was accompanied with hallucinations of my friends faces 
on every other person who I encountered.
  After 4-5hrs from the ingestion I was back on earth not remembering a 
thing what had happened (that seem not have bothered me back then). But 
when the next noon saw me opening my eyes all little by little started 
coming into my mind. In the end of the day I rememberd most of the things 
that had happened to me during that odd night. I even recalled of handing 
out  my driver's license to the cops so I couldn't go any bar to get more 
'drunk'. 

So as you have seen the trip is heavy duty with some or no ability  to 
tell real from imaginary. 
Today after a few trips  with flowers and leaves I'm preparing for a new 
encounter with the SEEDS. Since the tree varieties don't produce seeds 
without a partner of opposite sex the small weeds will. I ordered some 
Datura 'fleur lilac' ( stramonium, I guess) seeds from Thompson&Morgan 
seed catalog. Now I have enough seeds for tens of trips.