The Disturbing World of Deliriants

Most substances alter your mind, but deliriants replace it. In today's video, we explore a class of substances known for inducing terrifying, hyper-real hallucinations. You won’t see patterns or colors… you’ll argue with people who aren’t real, feel watched by shadows, and forget where, what, or who, you are.

From common pills to ancient plants, deliriants don’t open your mind. They trap you in a waking nightmare.

WARNING: This video contains disturbing content. Viewer discretion is advised.

Edited by @WeakSaladOnYoutube‬

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Episode Transcript

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There's a category of substancesout there that go beyond trippy
visuals or psychedelic experiences.
They don't show you new perspective there place it.
You forget who you are, where you are, and sometimes you lose
all sense of reality itself forever.
These are called delirions, substances that pull you into a
waking nightmare where nothing is as it seems.

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You won't see colorful patterns or meet the universe.
Instead, you'll argue with people who aren't there, feel
unseen eyes watching you from empty corners, and hear whispers
from places you can't see from over the counter.
Pills that summon shadow people to ancient plants that erase
your free will. This is the disturbing world of
Deliriance where the line between reality and nightmare

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disappears. And before we get into it,
please like and subscribe. Thank you.
Before we get into the video, I have to preface this by saying
that this video is for educational purposes only.
I do not in any way condone the usage of any substances
mentioned in the video. And you don't need to just take
my word for it. By the end of the video, I'm
sure you will be thoroughly convinced why not to come close

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to any of these substances. And also, while we are at it,
let me explain what a deliriant truly is.
A deliriant is unlike any other hallucinogens that cause vivid
visual effects or heightened awareness.
Deliriants disrupt normal brain function to produce intense
confusion, memory loss, and hallucinations so realistic that
users often can't tell them apart from reality.

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And that's. What makes them so disturbing?
It can break your sense of reality, and sometimes it can
never be repaired. They act primarily by blocking a
set of choline receptors in the brain, leading to this dangerous
and disorienting state known as delirium.
And all right now, with all the warnings and explanations out of
the way, let's get into the first substance, Datura.

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Datura is one of the most terrifying plants in the world,
known for its long and troublinghistory.
Used in traditional medicine andrituals across cultures for
centuries, Deter is terror lies in its ability to induce
profound delirium, a state wherereality itself becomes
unrecognizable. Unlike psychedelics, which offer
vivid but coherent hallucinations, Deter distorts

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the mind so deeply that users lose all sense of time, place,
and identity. When consumed, Deter can cause
extremely realistic hallucinations, but these are
not the colorful or insightful visions associated with other
substances. Instead, the experiences are
frequently nightmarish, disorienting, and terrifying.
People report complete memory loss for the duration of the

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trip, lasting anywhere from several hours to days.
Users may find themselves confused, unable to distinguish
between what's real and what's imagined, often interacting with
hallucinations as if they were real.
Physical symptoms like dry mouth, blurred vision, and
severe agitation commonly accompany these mental effects.
The danger of datura is not onlyits intense psychological

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effects, but also in its narrow margin of safety.
The active alkaloids scopolamine, hyoscyamine, and
atropine vary greatly in concentration, making dosage
unpredictable, and overdose is common.
Stories of accidental poisoningsand hospitalizations are
widespread, with some cases resulting in long term

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psychological trauma or even death.
In many ways, Deter represents the darkest side of deliriance,
an unpredictable, uncontrollableplunge into distorted reality
that few survive unscathed. And now let's get into a first
hand account from a user who survived A terrifying DETER
experience, revealing just how real and frightening these trips

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can be. I lost my pets and almost burned
the house down. I'm in my mid 30s and I've tried
many different things in my time.
LSD, mescaline, mushrooms, etcetera.
I would call myself experience with hallucinogenics, which were
always fun for me, especially when I was younger.
This experience was not one of those times.
I must mention that I was tryingto make a very light dose just

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to see what the effects would be.
I did not intend to become incapacitated.
Although I tried to document my experience exactly, I soon
realized this would be an impossibility.
Here's what I do know. 11 AMI boiled exactly 10 leaves, about
6 to 8 inches long in eight cupsof water for 10 minutes.
This was the first time with this plant and I didn't want to

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overdo it. I took it off the burner and let
it see for a few minutes. As I was cooling off, I made a
pitcher of a really sweet tea from concentrated dry tea mix.
Then I filled 20 oz glass with ice and filled the cup halfway
with tea. I then filled the rest of the
glass with the leaf brew. I ended up using only about 6 to
8 ounces of the brew. 11:30 AMI drank the tea all at once.

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It tasted quite nasty even though it was heavily sweetened.
It only took me a few minutes. I then removed the leaf from the
pot, threw them away and the potwith your remaining brew.
Back on the stove. 1145 AMI started to wonder if I had had
enough and thought it was a goodidea to make another glass.
So I did exactly as before and drank it quickly as well.

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This time I noticed it was a little hard to get it down
though, almost like my throat was closing up, making it feel
like I was choking. I started to walk back to the
couch and realized I felt funny,like my body was drunk but my
mind perfectly coherent from this point on.
I cannot tell you the exact timing of anything else because
although I didn't realize it yet, I lost track of all time in

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reality. 12:00-ish maybe? Oh shit, I'm totally wasted.
I'm sitting on the couch and notice things are really
strange. Corners of the walls turning
into spider webs, very blurry vision.
I was watching TV but realized Ican't really see it anymore or
understand what they're saying. I forgot to mention I was alone
for now. My wife and daughter were due

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back late that afternoon. More on that later.
I never intended to be this messed up, so I decided to get
up off the couch and go to the bathroom.
I realized then that it would take every effort, almost
herculean strength just to get up off the couch.
Finally I got up off the couch and stumbled to the bathroom and
caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Oh my God. The first thing I noticed was

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that my eyes were completely dilated.
Then I looked down on my hands. I had a hard time focusing, but
when I finally did, I realized they were beat red.
I mean red. Worse than the worst sunburn you
have ever seen. I looked back up at my face in
the mirror, and I finally. Came into focus again.
I realized my face looked the same now I'm freaking.

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My whole body was red from head to toe.
I need to mention at this point that I still feel like I'm still
there mentally. All I noticed.
Were these physical problems completely dilated pupils?
Inability to focus? Beat Redskin?
I decide that I better try to puke up whatever I could.
So I tried only a little, came up more like an acid reflux type

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thing. Except now I have a bigger
problem. My throat is closing up,
breathing was difficult, and I had dry mouth like never before.
No amount of water would satisfyand every time I try to drink it
felt like it was going to choke.I must mention that although I
thought at the time my mind was still rational, I realized later
that I was far from rational. Even still, I calmly, even

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though I felt like I was dying, went to my computer to look up
websites to try to find out if there's a way to reverse the
effects I was having. What stands out isn't just the
hallucinations, but the inner self doubt we can start to see
emerge and the user starts to realize Oh no, I'm in too deep.
Somehow I made it to a site I think, but then I realized I

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couldn't read it. Every word on the page was
gibberish. It didn't make any sense.
I knew the answer was somewhere,but I couldn't find it.
Looking back, I estimate I spenthours on the computer staring
blindly at the screen. At the time I thought it was
minutes. I went outside to smoke a cig
and realized I couldn't see anything outside, it was way too
bright. So I came back in quickly.

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I then thought of how fucked up I was and that I need to warn my
daughter of the danger of this drug.
She's 12. I went into her room and started
to lecture her about the danger of drugs and to never try it and
pick good friends and so on. I remember thinking how good she
is being. She sat quietly and listened to
me intently. When I thought I made my point I
got up to leave and realized sheleft the room.

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I was pissed. How could she?
Just walk away like that. I went out in the living room to
complain and realized she wasn'tthere.
Nobody was there. I was still alone.
I remember feeling at that pointlike I'm in trouble, what have I
been doing? I must note that I still had all
these symptoms I had earlier. The most troubling being I
stumbled everywhere I went. My body was beet red still and

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choked every time I tried to drink something.
I wondered how long it had been.I don't remember exactly what
time it was when I looked, but Idid realize it was a lot longer
than I thought. I recall thinking my family
would be home soon. I realized later I lost several
hours doing what, I don't know. Then they came home.
All of a sudden there she was, my wife, and boy did she look

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pissed. After what happened earlier
though, I didn't believe it was actually her.
This part of the. Story is now her recollection of
what she came home to. She's a paramedic by the way
too. She said she came home, open the
front door and smoke came pouring out of the house.
She ran to notice that the stovewas on fire there.
I was just standing there looking off into space.

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She was screaming at me what thehell is wrong with you?
I remember saying nothing is wrong but she says I was
mumbling something about she needs to get off my back and go
to bed. Then I saw my daughter run by
and thought what was wrong with her.
I didn't realize then but she was scared shitless about what
was going on. Then they left, or had they even
been there? I wondered oh think I'll go have

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a smoke. Then what seemed like a few
minutes, actually hours, they came back.
We have pets by the way, 2-3 dogs and a cat.
When they came home the second time all the animals were gone
and the door was wide open. Now she's really pissed.
She screams to me about almost burning the house down and now
all the pets were gone. I told her she was nuts and to
get off my back. Then they both left again.

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When basic cause and effect no longer applies, when loved ones
might be real or imaginary, whentime becomes unreliable, there
is no way to Orient oneself. It's not just fear or panic at
play here. It's annihilation of self,
context, and of course the main subject of today's video.
Complete delirium. Damn, I thought, were they even

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here? I spent the rest of the night on
the computer, mostly just staring at the monitor.
I woke up the next morning on the couch and had a talk with my
wife. I still felt funny, but the
worst was over. So this is what really happened.
My wife and daughter came home about 5:30 PM to find the stove
on fire. She put out the fire.
I must have taken the leaves outof the garbage and tried to make

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more tea. The stove was scorched.
I think I drank more tea but can't be certain.
She drolled me about what was going on.
She said I wouldn't tell her andkept telling her everything is
cool. She asked me repeatedly what I
was on but I wouldn't tell her. She didn't realize I was as bad
off as I was. She was more mad than anything.
So she and my daughter took off and came back around 8:30 PM.

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She found me on the computer andscreamed this time saying I lost
the pets. I could go on and on with more
details but I don't want to missthe point.
I could have burned to death in this house.
I could have choked to death. Heart attack heart.
Was racing too. I could have easily died.
Those things didn't happen but Iwill tell what did.
It has been two months since this happened and I'm still not

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the same. I hate to say it's permanent.
I hope not, but truth is I screwed myself up.
My throat is partially closed, Ihave trouble breathing when I
sleep. I cough up liquid sometimes
because it tries to go down my windpipe.
I still see shit that is not there.
But worst. Of all is my brain, I can't
maintain my thoughts. I'm a writer, but I can't focus

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anymore. It took me forever to write
this. This.
Conclusion brings up another terrifying fact of deliriance.
They almost always leave you with long term psychological
damage that could take years to recover from, or in some cases
it will leave your brain damagedindefinitely.
So. It's just safe to say these
substances are something you should not.
Play with and in the end, it's just not worth it.

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Salvia. Salvia isn't like any other
psychoactive plant. It doesn't lure you in with
vibrant visuals or profound insights.
It literally rips you out of your reality, often within
seconds, and throws you into dimension that has no rules, no
logic, and no mercy. Traditionally used in Mazatec
spiritual rituals, salvia's active compound, Salvadoran A,

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is one of the most potent naturally occurring
hallucinogens in the world. But unlike LSD, salvia doesn't
create hallucinations. It transports you.
The effects are near instantaneous.
One second you're in your body, the next you've left it behind.
Users often describe a complete ego death, becoming inanimate

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objects, or being folded into mechanical, geometric landscapes
that feel infinite and inescapable.
Salvia doesn't bend reality, it completely obliterates it.
What makes salvia especially disturbing is its brevity.
Most trips just last a few minutes, but inside that small
pocket of time, people often report experiencing entire

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lifetimes feeling as though they've permanently crossed over
into some alien realm. There's little joy in it, no
spiritual awakening, just raw, unnerving disconnection.
Physical symptoms include sweating, dizziness, and
uncontrollable body movements, but the real danger lies in the
psychological aftermath. Many users emerge shaken, some

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in tears, struggling to comprehend what the hell just
happened. A common theme is the sense of
not coming all the way back. People describe lasting feelings
of derealization, as though the boundaries between the real
world in the salvia world never fully resealed.
Next we'll explore a first hand account from someone who is
pulled into the salvia dimensionand came back changed.

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Goodbye reality, goodbye universe.
So I've been meaning to write this down for some time but
haven't had the time nor clear mind to do it.
I had. An experience on salvia that
was, is, and remains incomparable to anything I've
ever experienced in my life, andit's still affecting me in a
very big and negative way. I was pretty much new to smoking

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cannabis. I had done it multiple times in
high school, but it's only been in the past couple months that I
smoked it regularly. And by regularly I mean
approximately 3 * a week. At first it was a sort of time
stretch feeling that I liked, and then it became more
introspective, more self examining experience and I
usually didn't like what I saw. Anyways, Fast forward a couple

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more weeks and I decided I want to try acid for the first time.
Took two hits and had a great trip.
Visuals weren't too crazy but itwas a mind for sure.
Words started to lose their meanings and musical phrases
seem just as a valid form of communication as a verbal
phrase. Anyways, my buddy tells me he's
got salvia. I had heard of it and at this

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point I was really interested intrying any drug I could get my
hands on. Essentially my mindset was this.
Hey I've done LSD, I can do any drug.
The only drug I knew that would be stronger than acid was DMT.
I knew all drugs created different reactions and
different people, but I honestlydidn't expect much from Salvi

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because one, it was legal and two, everyone I knew who took it
told me they thought it was likeweed.
Harmless enough, right? As I get to my friend's place he
tells me that he had a crazy dreamlike trip where he was Hang
Gliding over Kansas or somethingthat night before and it scared
him so he didn't want to repeat Hang Gliding.
Shit, I'll go Hang Gliding. And this brings up one common

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mistake made by people wanting to try salvia.
Many people think it's like LSD or think it's like mushrooms
which provides a more friendly trip, but in reality the brain
doesn't react to salvia the sameway.
So many people get in over theirhead very quick.
So he gives me the pipe, fills it with salvia, lights it for

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me, and as I inhale he tells me to breathe it in deep and hold.
I do as I'm told and hold the smoke in for at least 15 to 20
seconds. Zeppelin's no quarter in the
background. I'm ready to have a cool trip.
Now. Let me interrupt for a second.
I didn't know what extract it was.
It really didn't matter in my mind.
I guess what most people smoke is about 5X10X or 20X.

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According to my friend who got it from another friend, this was
90 XI. Know there's some debate about
extract levels and potency, but this is all I know about the
Salvy I personally smoked. Needless to say, I had no clue I
was in store for a level 5 trip into another dimension.
Then out of nowhere, the second I exhaled I felt like someone

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had punched me in the face. The air left my lungs and I was
in the most vulnerable state in my entire life.
For some reason the dark textureof the salvia reminded me of
poison, and suddenly I felt likeI just smoked a lead or
something. Almost immediately, extremely
venomous looking kaleidoscope patterns filled most of my
vision. They were fractal shaped

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patterns that covered most of the vision.
The only thing I could make out was my phone on the table.
I struggled to breathe, I could hardly speak, but all I could
muster was get that out of here.As I pointed to the phone, it's
LED screen shining through the fractal shapes.
I think at that point I didn't even know what a phone was, but
for some reason it needed to go.My friend took it and put it in

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the backroom. When he returned, I was a
soulless shell. I felt the most intense feeling
of deja vu as all sense of self died.
I'd been here before, now why the would I ever return?
The idea of taking this drug recreationally seemed as naive,
foolish, and immature as anything you'd ever imagine.

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It was like hell, honestly, in the sense that you could never
imagine something so horrifying and evil that it really is
ineffable. It's purely impossible to
explain, but you're here, and you're definitely experiencing
it. There's nothing in this
dimension to relate it to. Quite literally, there are no
words to explain what I felt other than complete and utter

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despair and fear. Reality just broke apart and I
was left in this fractal void. I couldn't speak, I couldn't
feel any part of my body. Ideas broke down to the point
where I couldn't think for myself.
The images I was seeing were more intense than I could even
register, so much so that the entire experience was sort of
like sensory overload over driven to the Max I guess.

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My eyes were open and I was justsitting there with a stupid look
on my face, but I was in a completely different dimension.
I can remember a couple parts ofthis extremely confusing and
disorienting experience, but like I said earlier, it's hard
to put into words. My friend asked me something
like you tripping but it just kept skipping.
Like you, you trip trip trip trip trip trip trippy.

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Suddenly the words lots are meanings and it became really
sloppy sounding. The visual skipped with it and
it was like everything in the room started to pull apart and I
started to see layers within everything.
It was kind of like the cover ofPink Floyd's Yuma Guma, but
everything was losing its detailand gaining new detail.
The visuals were kind of like ifyou could imagine flying through

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an image or maybe traveling through two mirrors facing each
other and just having the pattern of what you're seeing
fall into itself and then reformand repeat.
Now this sounds cool and all, but at this point I had no clue
I was under any kind of drug. I didn't know who I was or where
I was. I just had this feeling, an
extremely overwhelming feeling that I had caused this disaster.

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I somehow did something extremely bad that caused the
universe to collapse on itself. Now this was an extremely
personal experience and I felt no connection to any other life
forms at all. I was a prisoner in my own mind.
I built reality in my own mind, and now I accidentally did
something that just brought everything crashing down.
It was a devastating solapist experience.

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I remember the feeling that within the fractal, quickly
evolving matrix was a choir of cartoon esque objects created in
the kaleidoscope pattern that were singing to me about the
trip, ushering me in. I remember seeing twisted
pictures of my friend's face, but nothing was disjunct or cut
up like a film. It was all a fluid evolution
from one thing to another, but it was so complex and

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overwhelming that my mind could not comprehend what I was
seeing. Everything was alien, nothing
was real or even tangible. I could see it clearly, and yet
it somehow was so intense, so bizarre, that it eluded my
mind's ability to process it all.
Oh, and all the while I was listening to Zeppelin's The
Ocean playing in the background,but I didn't even remember it

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until weeks later under weed, listening to the same record.
I felt Gravity's pull, but it was pulling me sideways.
I felt an extremely strong tug downward, and this intensified
as the trip became more and moreintense.
Suddenly, I felt like I couldn'tgrasp what I was seeing anymore.
Not that I could before, but before I felt like I was a slave
to the hallucinations. I couldn't think for myself.

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I couldn't reassure myself that I was on a drug.
My mind was spent completely. I felt like a vegetable who
couldn't even grasp what he was seeing.
Now my mind was trying to grasp it, but it couldn't.
I felt my mind desperately trying to grab at ideas, but it
couldn't quite reach. This inability to grasp the eye
trip coupled with unbearable pins and needles and an extreme

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downward pull started to create some sensation of self, but I
felt like it was stretched out over the entire field of my
vision. I had become the two-dimensional
image of this warped and constantly moving alternate
dimension. Suddenly it began to fall apart
and I felt like I was free falling through this picture
while I was the picture. As my field of vision was warped

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and reassembling and being pulled apart, I felt my own body
falling apart. Now while this was all
happening, I suppose I got up, started stumbling across the
room, knocked a bunch of shit over, and then fell back and
almost broke my friend's table. Needless to say, all the glass
pieces were knocked on the floorand I was stumbling around like
some kind of village drunk in some old Irish novel.

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Suddenly, as I was fighting for my life, trying to climb out of
the layers of reality, they werefalling around me, I saw my
friend's girlfriend's face trying to hold me.
Apparently they're trying to subdue me for some time, but
being that I was racing for my life in another dimension,
falling to my death through millions of layers of reality,
it was a little hard to get through to me.

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But the second I saw her face, Isuddenly realized that I was
human, that I had taken a drug, even that I was a sentient
being. All that went out the window was
just a little bit of some good old salvia.
My only instinct was to attempt to climb out of this racing,
descending, swirling fractal picture.
I was drenched in sweat to the point where my clothes were

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dripping. My heart was racing at 1000
beats per minute and I could hardly speak as my friends
placed me in a chair asking me what I saw.
I told them to give me a minute to regain my composure.
Much of the room was knocked over, but I was surprised the
whole room wasn't completely destroyed because I felt like I
must have been clawing away at reality, desperately trying to

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escape from my personal hell. The only way I can honestly
describe how I felt falling was down into the right.
The three-dimensional world fellapart and I could only perceive
things in A2 dimensional light. Jesus Christ, my entire
perception of reality was annihilated under the drug.
The term ego death doesn't even begin to describe what I felt,

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but there was nothing to be gained from where I was.
It was pure insanity to the NTH degree.
I'd gone and expecting some kindof spiritual experience or
something meaningful that I could come away with, but there
was none of that in Salvia Land.This was pure, unfiltered
madness to a degree. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
All right, this is where I started having problems right

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when I came back from Salvia Land.
My friends let me lie down and watch a movie with them.
I was shaking so hard I just wanted to lay down and relax.
They encouraged me to smoke a bowl.
I felt like I was midway throughan acid drip and the we just
made it stronger. As we watched the film, I felt
like the people on screen were really strange looking.
I felt myself falling back into the salvia, not in the sense

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that I saw visuals, but my mind was falling back into that
strange place and I could see inmy mind's eye exactly what I
ours earlier. The next couple hours I smoked
weed were similar. Intense flashbacks to salvia to
the point where it truly disturbed me.
Then one day another friend smoked me out with some hash and
he smokes daily. I had acid like thoughts and I

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had to backtrack just to realizeI was in the room with him.
Time to go I thought and went back to my car but it was too
strong to drive. I could barely talk thanks to
the cottonmouth. I tried calling a friend but
could barely communicate. Since then I've been getting
stronger and stronger reactions to the weed.
When I first started smoking after salvia first couple weeks

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I would feel the salvia sensation, extreme pins and
needles and I would feel like I'm being pulled downward.
I could play with my depth perception, but sometimes if I
stared at something too long I got the sensation that there was
no depth perception, that I was looking at A2 dimensional image
that covered my entire field of vision.
And then I could see little parts of the image moving and
falling apart, like a much less intense version of what went

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down in salvia land. People's faces also seem to be
hovering over their face when I'm stoned around my friend who
was my salvia trip sitter. If I look him directly in the
face, the rest of the room or myperception of everything in my
peripheral creates this kind of tunnel effect that leads
straight to his face. Another thing I think I remember
feeling under salvia, but I'm not quite sure I can remember.

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Pictures start to dance just like a low level acid trip.
Calling it strange is more than a colossal understatement.
Weed has been taking me to a weird, twisted version of the
normal world, something it neverdid before.
When I'm sober, floaters and white specks really dominate my
vision. It gets kind of distracting when
I look up at the sky. The reason I'm putting this out

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there is because the day before yesterday was the worst.
I felt anxiety and fear unlike anything I've ever felt.
I started to question my own reality.
The way objects look on weed began to look extremely
disturbing. People started looking
disturbingly alien, as if it wasthe first time I'd ever laid
eyes on a human before. I felt as if I was realizing

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something humans aren't supposedto realize.
I was beginning to see things working behind the scenes.
It was frightening as hell. It's kind of like that splinter
in your mind, that reality isn'twhat you've always thought it to
be, and now that you know the truth, it will haunt you
forever. I have trouble even related to
my memories, my past, my identity, who I thought it was

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and who I wanted to be. For the first time in my life, I
feel afraid. Of what, I have no idea, but
it's this feeling, it's deep within me.
I think I might have to stop alldrugs for good if I ever want to
feel normal again. It's depersonalization and
derealization to degree that really frightens me.
I've never felt so alien. I never knew anyone could feel

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so alien and alone. I never felt so much emotion
throughout my life, never was afraid of much, never cried over
anything, never was very emotionally attached to anybody
or anything. But now I'm scared of something
I can't even put into words and I've broken down a couple times
trying to explain it to people. Difficult experience is right.

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My biggest fear now is that whenI'm not feeling this intense and
overwhelming panic, I can't evenrelate to it in the slightest
bit. And all that's on my mind is,
hey, I feel fine, I'm ready to do some more drugs.
This story isn't just about a drug trip.
It's a glimpse into what happenswhen the mind starts to fall
apart, when the thin veneer of reality starts to tear and

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you're left staring into the void.
Salvia is not a toy. It's a brutal, uncontrollable
force that can strip away your identity, your memories, and
your very existence. If you ever feel like you're
ready for something like this, just try and remember the story.
Because sometimes the scariest journeys aren't the ones you

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choose. They're the ones that take you
completely out of yourself, withno guarantee you'll find your
way back. Benadryl If salvia feels like
being yanked out of your body and thrown into some cartoon
nightmare where you never feel like yourself again, then
Benadryl feels like slowly drowning in your own mind while
spiders crawl onto you and people talk from under your bed.

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This one's different. This isn't some psychedelic
kaleidoscope. This isn't cosmic insight or
laughing with God. Benadryl doesn't open your third
eye, it shuts. It locks the door, swallows the
key, and then it traps you inside with everything you're
afraid of. Literally why does it do that?
Because Benadryl, or in the moremedical term diphenhydramine, is

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an anti chlorinogenic. At high doses it blocks
acetylcholine, A neurotransmitter your brain uses
to regulate memory, focus, perception, and even muscle
control. So everything very important to
the human body. When that system crashes, so
does your grip on reality. You don't trip.
You enter a psychotic, dreamlikestate where the hallucinations

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feel completely real. You talk to people who don't
exist. You forget how to read.
You see insects, hear voices andfeel things crawling under your
skin, and your brain just accepts it and thinks it's
reality. But here's the real danger High
doses of Benadryl can cause lasting brain damage, prolonged
abuse or repeated overdoses havebeen linked to long term

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cognitive decline, permanent memory loss, and even an
increased risk of dementia. In fact, studies have shown that
antichlorinogenic drugs like this, when misused, literally
shrink parts of the brain associated with memory and
critical thinking, like the hippocampus.
It fries your wiring slowly and sometimes permanently.

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And here's the worst part. It's completely legal.
You can walk into a storm right now and buy enough to completely
destroy yourself. No ID, no locked case, no
questions. Just to you a box and the
decision that might ruin your life.
People have died doing this. People have ended up in psych

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wards or worse, completely disconnected from reality
forever. So if you're ever thinking about
trying this, don't. This is your warning.
It's not worth it. And if you don't want to take my
word for it, then we can take someone else's word for it who's
gone through this experience. And let's get into someone's
experience with Benadryl. One very odd night time zero

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took 16 total pills, which is a total of 400 milligrams of
diphenhydramine time plus 30. So probably around 12:30 AM
watching Family Guy with friends.
Very relaxing. Hands and feet are feeling kind
of heavy. Sounds slightly enhanced.
I'm hearing the carbonated bubbles popping in the Pepsi can

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on my desk. Friends are leaving now.
They will be back at noon tomorrow time. 12:50 AM.
Went to the bathroom and out of nowhere the green walls became
blue. It was very odd because I didn't
know what was happening at first.
Hearing random sounds IE clicks,beeps, music parts, people

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talking, birds chirping, more people talking.
Moving has become very fluid andrelaxing.
Seeing more random things like subtle little movement out of
the corners of my eyes. Time 12:55 AM.
Vision has become more blurred and my mind tends to wander off
track. Hard to read and write.

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Some minor hallucinogens now it nearly impossible to read.
I can't are the same. Well as you can probably tell I
was just a little messed up in the brain when I was trying to
write this report. So I'm finishing the report now
as I am sober and able to type. The time thing kind of got
thrown out the window with this whole thing, so I will just
explain everything as I can remember it on that night.

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Keep in mind, on the night of this trip, I was alone the
entire time. After my failed attempt to
write, I got off my chair and there was a little spider on the
floor in my room. Same size as a normal spider,
not strange or anything out of the ordinary.
I've become accustomed to spiders in my room from time to
time, seen as my room is in the basement right next to all of
our storage stuff. I proceed to catching it in a

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tissue and flushing it down the toilet and continuing with my
trip. While I was walking out of my
bathroom there were like 3 or 4 more on the ground outside my
room. I really didn't think too much
of it except think that it was alittle odd that randomly there
were so many. I didn't think that the spiders
were there but decided not to waste my time killing any of

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them. I sat in my room feeling very
pleasant, watching more Family Guy and just trying to be in a
calm state of my mind. I was thirsty so I decided to
venture out of my room into the fridge not 15 feet from my room
in the storage room. I opened my door and look down
to see the same spiders as before, building a little web in
the corner of the wall and then I saw something on the floor.

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It was almost the same shade as my carpet, kind of a light tan
slash whitish color. I bent down to look more closely
and I'm trying to focus the bestI can and all of a sudden my
vision wasn't blurring anymore and I saw what was on the floor.
It was a scorpion and a big ass one too.
I really had no time to respond to this because right then I see

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someone run down the stairs and go to the piano and start
playing it. It seems like it was my brother,
but at this time of night following him was my dad walking
slower. He said hey turn the piano off
and come back upstairs I'll tuckyou in.
I was relieved to see his face talking the best I could.
I explained to him that we have a really bad spider infestation

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and then I found a scorpion on the floor.
He just stood there looking off towards the pool table, not
saying anything. I said a little louder Dad.
And then I repeated what I just said a little louder than I did
before. I was really confused now I was
wondering why he wouldn't respond back to me.
He then walked around towards the pool table and out of my

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immediate sight. I followed him to see if he was
all right, but there was nothing.
Not a single person in the entire basement.
Trust me, I searched. I went back to my room and then
remembered what I went to do originally, get a drink, not
remembering that the scorpion was on the ground outside my
room. I looked back at the spiders
making their web and tried to find a clear path that wouldn't

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disturb them. Right then I saw the big ass
scorpion again. I forgot about it temporarily
but there it was, pincers out and sail up ready to stink.
I'm not a pussy or anything but this scared the shit out of me.
I jumped over it nervously and continues to get a drink and I
kept seeing the same strange color difference in different
areas on my basement carpet. I ignored it at first to

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carefully watching my step try not to step on these scorpions
to get stung. I got my drink but I didn't end
up in my room for like 2 more hours.
I was at this point sweating profusely, me not ever doing any
hallucinations before and even worse doing it alone on a Friday
night. I went into my bar and grabbed
every glass, cup, mug I could get.
At this point I didn't know whatreality was and what was just

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the hallucinogens and that really really is not a good
thing. I was freaking out, having the
worst trip of my life. I proceeded in carefully
crawling around the floor and capturing every single scorpion
I could find in my basement so that I could be safe and able to
go to sleep at ease. In total I put down maybe 50 to
75 glasses around my entire basement.
Now for a moment just imagine being so deep in a hallucination

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they are playing pest control with nothing.
Like this guy is here on his hands and knees battling shadow
creatures with paper cups. In the scariest part, he's
convinced it's completely real. That's the terror of deliriance.
There's no trip so to say, just full on insanity.

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As I'm laying down one of the cups, I look up and there was
this girl standing by my couch. So not knowing this person, I
was like who the hell are you and why are you in my house?
She calmly replied that she was friends with my friend Andy and
there were both just stopping byto say hi.
She also said she drove him at this time.
It was about 2:30 AM and I'm straight pissed now.

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I've pretty much forgotten aboutthe damn scorpions.
Andy has been known to do dumb and very inconsiderate things
but this crossed the line. I found Andy standing in my game
room by the air hockey table andall my brother's dress clothes.
I was like dude why did you comeover?
It's like 2:00 AM and he can't be here.
My parents will hear you too andwill ground my ass so you need

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to leave this second. I'm not fucking kidding anymore.
I then realized that I was shouting and that my parents
might hear me, so I quieted myself down and walked back into
my basement area. The estranged girl was still
there and I kept pleading to herthat they needed to leave right
now where we would all be in trouble.
She wouldn't respond to me. I went in closer to tap her to
get her attention but just then she disappeared.

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I was like what the is going on here?
Right as I see Andy walking overtowards my pool table and just
as I went to tap him, he disappeared too.
I was so confused and scared allin the same time.
I shook my head and tried to make sense of all of this and
then I saw this mysterious chickagain in the same place as
before. She told me that they would be
leaving in like 15 minutes and that they were sorry about

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coming over. I thanked her and tried to
explain the weird shit that was happening.
I showed her all the glasses andcups and told her that there are
a bunch of very well camouflagedscorpions on my carpet and I've
been trying to catch them so I wouldn't get stung.
I told her that there may be more so look out and be very
careful. I was sort of calming down.
I was still very carefully watching every single step I

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took on my basement carpet. I went to watch TV but I
couldn't focus on the TV for some strange reason.
I was getting kind of cold so I went to get a blanket to wrap up
with but ended up getting a towel from the bathroom and
still being cold. I think at this time I turn on
the light to the stairs and started up the stairs.
I stopped about halfway up and realized that this was not a
good idea to go upstairs like this.

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Unfortunately, I was waiting up to care.
I was hunting scorpions and theymade their way to the entryway.
I was determined to stop them but ended up going back
downstairs. I walked back down and stood at
the last step of the stairs and sat down trying to make sense of
this night and make an attempt to calm down.
When I sat down I saw Steve nextto me at the end of the stairs.

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I started talking to him and telling him that I was having a
really bad trip and I need him to talk to me.
I looked up and it turns out that I was talking to a blanket
that was draped over the railing.
I got up quickly and grabbed theblanket and threw it on the
floor and used it kind of like asafe walkway from the stairs to
about halfway to the dorm to my room and about to the door of my
bathroom. I walked on the blankets and

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jumped into the bathroom. I was now in a safe place to
think. I was looking to the spiders
from earlier making the webs. It was now a picture perfect
round spider web with a brown reclusive spider in the center
of it. It is poisonous and I avoided
any contact with it. Next I was carefully examining
the big three to four inch long camouflage scorpion that was now

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under clear glass so we can sting me.
I would tap the glass and he would put out his pincers and
raise his tail right to attack. It was quite frightening.
Right then I noticed that Steve was standing behind me pointing
to the darkness in the storage room.
I asked him what he was looking at and he said that I could.
If I look close enough, sure enough, there was a bird, a
pigeon to be exact, standing in the room looking at me with its

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little beady eyes moving its head around.
I felt as if he could have read my mind and my thoughts.
I turned around to tell Steve that I saw the bird and there
was nobody there. I was again seen and having
conversations with people that were not there.
I went into my room looking for anything to come from me but the
only thing I could think was thefact that there were no spiders

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or scorpions in my room as of yet.
I look over and Andy is sitting on my computer in my chair.
I didn't even know what to say to him.
I figured that they left at least an hour ago since I didn't
see them anywhere. To make it even worse that girl
that he was with was lying in mybed sleeping.
I tried everything to get them to leave but nothing.
I would ask him things but he would have respond back to me.

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Just silence. I would go to tap the girl and
she would disappear and then reappear when I was further
away. This was getting increasingly
frustrating and even more I was losing it.
I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
I was seriously about to start crying.
Then there was nothing. I don't recall what happened
from there until just before theend of my trip.

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The next thing that I rememberedwas walking down the stairs from
the second floor of my house with my dad next to me talking
and stuff. I kept saying the best I could
that I had a nightmare and I wasreally hot.
I was drenched in sweats and I mean soaked.
He got me some ice water and went back to the basement in my
room where I apparently went to sleep.
I figured that is just another one of my hallucinations.

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Next morning my dad wakes me up at 10:30 telling me that he was
going to one of my brother's school things.
He asked me if I remembered whathappened last night.
Of course I responded with a what do you mean?
I knew what I did that night from 10:00 PM to about 6:30 AM
and the rest I figured I just slept and dreamt that part about
talking with my dad while I was tripping.
Here's what really happened. I personally do not remember any

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of this. My dad told me at all.
I ended up walking up stairs again.
I'm not going back down like before.
I ended up going all the way up to the stairs for my brothers
and my parents bedrooms were. I ended up standing right next
to my parents bed on my dad's side, not saying anything, just
standing there. He said that we had a
conversation that went somethinglike this.

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What are you doing up here? Nothing.
Is everything OK? Yeah.
What do you want? Nothing.
He then brought me back to the kitchen and gave me a cold glass
of water and asked me again if everything was OK.
I replied yes, but I had a really bad nightmare and he
noticed that I was soaked to sweat.
He said that we sat in the kitchen and talked for another 5
minutes. Then he said I went downstairs

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and went to sleep. He figured that I was
sleepwalking because I had done similar things in the past.
So it turns out that I wasn't hallucinating, talking to my
dad, tripping out. That's really strange because I
wasn't nervous at all talking tohim, just played it cool and I'm
in the clear. And that's the thing about
Delirians. They don't send you on a trip,

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they just take you. There's no music, no colors, no
blissful floating. It's not like acid or shrooms
where you know what's real and you know what's not real.
With this stuff, everything feels completely real and it
just wasn't fun at all. It was just terrifying,
isolating, and absolutely chaotic.

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If there's a moral here, it's this.
Not all drugs make you feel good.
Some drag you into the deep end of your own brain and leave you
there to drown. So yeah, next time you're
curious about trying something wild, maybe just talk to a
blanket sober. It's safer.
Nutmeg. Yeah, that stuff in your kitchen

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cabinet, the thing your grandma puts in cookies, the spice in
eggnog. But take enough of it and it
turns into something else entirely.
Nutmeg doesn't just get you high, it drags you through a
swamp of time, distortion, paranoia, nausea, and full body
dread. The trip.
It isn't magical, it's miserable.
Your body feels poisoned becauseit is.

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Your mind warps. Hours feel like years.
Your limbs go numb. You start seeing things that
aren't there and questioning if you are.
So why does this happen? Nutmeg contains a compound
called myristocin, a naturally occurring chemical that in high
doses acts as a delirium hallucinogen.

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It messes with your central nervous system, altering
neurotransmitters like dopamine and serotonin, but also your
body's our genetic system, whichregulates heart rate and stress
responses. That's why people on nutmeg
often report panic attacks, disassociation, visual
hallucinations and extreme anxiety, sometimes lasting 2 to

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3 days. But there's more.
When abused, nutmeg can be a neurotoxic.
That means it can actually causebrain damage, especially in
large or repeated doses. We're talking cognitive decline,
memory issues, tremors, and sometimes long lasting damage to
the liver or kidneys. And you don't need to do it 100

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times. Some people report serious
health consequences after just one massive dose.
It's also unpredictable. Similar to datura, everyone
reacts differently. One person might feel weird for
12 hours, another might spend 72hours in full psychosis, unable
to tell dream from reality. But hey, it's legal.

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You can walk into your kitchen right now and take enough to
derail your mind and possibly your entire life.
Don't. This isn't some herbal hack.
This isn't spiritual. This is literally toxic and it's
a hell you climb into on your own with no one around to pull
you back out. So if you're curious, stay
curious. Don't be the next person trapped

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inside a three day panic attack alone, hallucinating your own
funeral. Because now we're going to hear
from someone who did it and whatthey saw on the other side was
anything but normal nutmeg. A hit.
In reality, I've used nutmeg around 5:00 to six times.
The most important things I learned to remember One.

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Never have anything important todo 2.
Never be around people that I don't like 3.
Have three to five days of rest 4.
Drink lots of water. Not pop before, during, and
after. This tends to get rid of these
side effects. This is an account of my most
memorable and recent trip. Noon ingest nutmeg One no

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effects yet like expected 2 Mildpot like buzz.
Three, things get interesting attimes nutmeg feels like acid pot
and MDMA acid like pattern form short term memory is
nonexistent. My body feels lightweight and
heavy at the same time. Things that are cold or warm to
the touch feel strange. Sometimes it is hard to tell the

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difference between cold and warmthings.
Seven. My friend and I decided to go
see Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
It is difficult to concentrate on the movie.
I decided that I shouldn't have gone to a public place.
I needed to go pee, but was afraid that I'd get lost and
going to the wrong theater. Eventually, I got the courage to
go to the bathroom. Upon returning, I watched the
rest of the movie and the fight scenes looked and sounded cool.

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All of the characters in the movie were moving in slow motion
at times that it would have not made sense for the effect to be
there. Ten.
I was frozen in a euphoric state, unable to move.
I've never done heroin, but thisis what I guessed it would feel
like. Sounds are very loud Visually
there are few effects unless I meditated.
I had a feeling of grandeur throughout the rest of the trip.

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I felt like I was a king of the room I was in and my pets were
my servants. My lizard, which is a bearded
dragon, was my bodyguard. 2 dayslater my mind was gone until a
few days afterward. I enjoyed the trip.
This is a definite boredom drug.If you're bored and have the
time, go ahead and do it. I do not recommend doing this
drug if you are not experiencingchemicals.

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Peace. This was not a spiritual
awakening. That was a man naming his lizard
a bodyguard and watching a Kung Fu movie in a dimension that
didn't make sense. And here's the scary part.
He seemed to like it. And that's the trap with nutmeg.
It doesn't slam you into a wall like acid or DMT.
It seeps in slowly crawling under your skin until you don't

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know if you're high or just broken.
Some nutmeg turned this guy intoeuphoric monarch, hallucinating
pet hierarchies and loud soundscapes.
And then he disappeared for two full days.
His mind vanished, and he's lucky it came back.
But what if it didn't? What if the next trip doesn't
let go? Because nutmeg can do that.
And that's the thing about all these substances recovering.

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It's not about chasing fun for alot of people, it's about
chasing anything. A distraction, a chemical escape
from boredom, pain, curiosity, or just the silence.
And with that, let's dive into astory that takes the opposite
turn. A trip that doesn't end in
euphoria, but in paranoia, isolation, and something far

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darker. Because the next one, they
didn't come back. The same trance, dream scenery
and going through hell. I was a junior in college when a
cool guy came to visit one weekend.
He inquired if we had any dope, but we didn't, so he suggested
we go get some at a grocery store.
Three of us went there with themand came back with three

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containers of ground Mace. He explained that the substance
is prepared from the R list thatgrows around the outside of the
nutmeg seed and assured us it isa powerful psychedelic.
Back in our dorm, each of us took a lot of the stuff with
perhaps 6 ounces of water. Nothing.
Happened to me at first, but after half an hour I started to
feel a bit dizzy. It occurred to me it would be

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nice to have some music to accompany the anticipated trip.
I didn't have any music equipment, so I locked myself in
the room of another friend who had a record player and was away
for the weekend and started up some of his Spanish American
Music lying on his bed. My trip started off with
abstractions moving across my occipitals.
These Technicolor patterns movedwith the highly rhythmic Mexican

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music stimulated me to respond with rhythmic movements of my
own as I lay prone on the bed. At some point these gyrations
got me aroused and I consumminated that state with a
As this approached culmination, my occipitals responded
reflecting what my body was doing and then the imaginary
broke off to nothingness. As I relaxed.

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Instead of eventually returning to consciousness, a trance like
state ensued in which I was no longer observing the trip from
my usual perspective, but instead was immersed in a dream.
This was not like a lucid dream at all.
It was like being the character I was dreaming about.
Starting out as an infant, I gradually developed into a
toddler without having any reflective thoughts about who I

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was or where I was. Up to this point, the trance had
lasted four or five hours. Objective time through my
subjective dreamtime seemed indefinitely longer.
Then, as my dream perspective reached the age when personal
memories had begun to form in myactual childhood, at around age
3 or 4, it occurred to me in thetrance that I recognize my
surroundings. In fact, the trance dream

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scenery was the interior of the house I lived in when I was that
age. This broke the continuity of the
experience and from that point on, for perhaps another hour, I
dreamed and increasingly speeding up montage of short
sequences capturing scenes from my childhood and teenage years
up to my actual age, which was 20 at the time.
Once back in real life perspective, I got up and walked

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around for a while, went to the hall bathroom and vomited, and
then lay down again, feeling awful.
My body seemed to dry out like adesert.
Eventually it was like a Sandmanwith strands of glass running
through me, replacing the Physiology of my nervous system.
I began to jerk and twitch. Luckily, my friend Rory came to
my rescue. He gave me artificial
respiration, staying with me forat least an hour.

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Even so, it was like going through hell.
Eventually, possibly thanks to Rory, I survived never to take
Mace again. I think the down part of the
trip took almost as long as the up part, all told about 12
hours. But the experience taught me
that Alexander Shilligan's well known quote is true.
I understood that our entire universe is contained in the

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mind and the spirit. We may choose not to find access
to it, we may even deny its existence.
But it is indeed there inside us, and there are chemicals that
can catalyze its availability. When limited to 1's personal
perspective, that entire universe is that person's entire
life experience. This trip retrieved the initial

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part of my life that happened before I could remember
anything, and also many scenes after that which I could
remember and recognize as the trance state preceded post
Toddler dumb. All that came rolling across my
occipacles. Did anything like my experience
happened to my two friends who took a similar amount of Mace?
No, they got buzzy and eventually slipped it off.

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And as we wrap up this exploration into substances that
bend and break your reality, it's clear that the line between
curiosity and danger is razor thin.
From eerie hallucinations to moments of unexpected peace,
these experiences show us just how fragile our minds can be
under chemical influence. So before you decide to

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experiment, remember these aren't just stories or myths,
they're real with real consequences.
And the question remains, is theprice of altered reality ever
worth paying? Thanks for watching and stay
safe out there.