Jimson Weed, aka Jamestown Weed, Angel’s Trumpet, Thorn Apple, Mad Apple, and Stink Weed, sometimes referred to as Datura Stramoium, is one serious mindfuck of a drug. Datura Stramonium comes from the botanical family Solanaceae, or the English potato or nightshade family. The plant is native to parts of the United States and Canada, but can also be found in areas of Asia, Africa, and Europe. Commonly growing along roadsides, in fields, in washes and other waste areas, maybe even right down the street from your house, this herb is not to be fucked with. Let this post serve as a warning: do not use this drug.
What? Don’t believe me?
Jimson Weed is no parts fun, and all parts poisonous. Twelve different types of this plant exist in the world, and as the all-knowing Erowid points out, although exposure can be accidental by gardeners or farmers, its toxic effects are seen most commonly in, guess who, yes, teens, who intentionally misuse the plant for its hallucinogenic and (so-called) euphoric effects – realistically, there are no euphoric effects. In fact, one thing very characteristic about Jimson Weed poisoning is the total and complete absence of euphoria. Instead, confusion and fear become quick replacements.
Jimson Weed has tubular white or lavender flowers, purple or green stems, and spike-covered seed pods. Know it’s face well.
Interjecting fact: Remember Belladonna, the drops historically used by women to dilate their eyes and make them look more attractive? Belladonna is from the same botanical family as Jimson Weed.
Back on topic, the effects of Jimson Weed can be summed up – stop me if you’ve heard this one – using this well-known mnemonic: “Blind as a bat, mad as a hatter, red as a beet, hot as hell, dry as a bone, the bowel and bladder lose their tone, and the heart runs alone.” What the fuck does that say, you ask? Blind, mad, red, hot, dry, etc., imagine yourself walking around in a blur, sometimes delirious, sometimes hysterical, with burning hot skin and severely dilated eyes, dry mouth, the digestive system smoking crack, oh, and let’s not forget about the hallucinations. These kinds of hallucinations don’t appear with LSD or mushrooms, these hallucinations appear real, indistinguishable from reality. Want to know that feeling? Still sounds pretty cool?
No bullshit, Jimson Weed is bad news. Imagine this story: Student Cuts Off Penis And Tongue. The guy did it with a pair of garden shears while high on Jimson Weed.
Like I said, bad news.
In the headlines recently, there’s the story of the two Oklahoma teens that ending up in the hospital after a Jimson Weed overdose. Then there’s the mother’s perspective. Want something more visual? How about a police video with two teens high out of their minds? I’m really not trying to preach. I’ll be the first to admit that the soapbox thing just doesn’t suit me; it’s too public, too out in the open. That said, if this drug still sounds like good times, I encourage you to take some notes and learn from my experience and the experience of others.
The Testimony of Others:
Case #1
After -1 hr the influence came. At first I had difficulties with distance perception. My mouth was dry as a vagina of a 70 year-old granny. [Then] I felt the pull of the city. [Later,] I recall trying to sell nonexistent sandpaper to passerbies.At least ingesting Jimson Weed has entrepreneurial ramifications, right?
Case #2
Stupidly, I went out while the effects had not yet fully started. After having been thrown out of a bar, where I was desperately searching for my briefcase that was supposed to be there someplace (but which I hadn’t even with me), I found myself in a city that I did not recognize. I did not remember where I came from, where to go, what to do, who I was, let alone what I was doing there at that time of night, nor did I have any clue how to get “home” as far as there was still a conception of what home might be. I was constantly hallucinating that I was smoking a cigarette, which would suddenly disappear leaving me searching the street. [I discovered that] witches are actually shrubs growing in front yards (they live underground, the branches are the hairs). I must have walked the same street some 50 times back and forth. A small statue of a child alongside the road started laughing and laughing harder and harder every time I passed. For 24 hours. It was a really interesting experience, not a nice one, I could not see straight for a week.Interjecting fact: Prolonged use of belladonna can cause blindness.
Case #3
I truly thought that I have seen almost everything that drugs can do… I was dead-wrong. I was inside my bathroom for more than half an hour talking to someone. I did not know who he was but I saw him every now and again. I did not like seeing him, because he was a very irritating fellow. Anything I did, he would do. If I rubbed my cheek, he would do the same. This really pissed me off. I was however too fast for him on certain occasions. This morning I realized that I had been talking to the mirror.Imagine the fun you could have with a spare you.
All joking aside, Jimson Weed is only fun if you live through the experience, and manage to keep your dick in it’s original packaging. The testimony can be entertaining, the stories can be fascinating, but is it worth the risk? Yes? No? You know my position. Now you make a choice.
Oh, you’re still interested are you? Well, don’t leave just yet. My testimony follows on The Effects of Jimson Weed Part 2.
Here’s a snippet:
The tea was black, thick, and foul. Obviously we boiled it for too long, but none of us really knew it, or cared.
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thanx for tha heads up! im 20 yo like to exp. sometimes but it seems dangerous.. this is why i always do my home work =]
i drank the seeds from the pods in orange juice. Fucked my world up
i think all this is one big lie!!!! haha
I did not know any of this about the flowers I had been growing in my front yard for two years already. It just so happened that my husband and I cut them all down because they seemed to be growing fast and out of hand. I stumbled upon this site looking for the name of the flower (I never purchased the flower it was just a gift from my aunt). I ended up finding out a little more than just a name. I am pregnant and to think about each and everytime I would touch them to trim them, makes me feel sick to my stomach.
Thanx a whole bunch for the info.
On it as we write. There is a demon in my kids crib
I also had an experience with Jimson weed. I am currently 52 yrs old. I liked to trip on various hallucinogenic drugs. I first used gasoline as an easy and cheap high. Sniffing glue, gasoline, pam, paint, etc. If it said; do not deliberately concentrate contents to become intoxicated. May cause severe damage to your liver, brain, and can ultimately lead to a premature death. That was in the fall of 1969. I used LSD for the first in Sep of 1970. It was orange sunshine. I must say the experiences I got from LSD has always been pleasant. I’m not trying to promote LSD or any other drug. I just bring this up because I want to be honest. In the early sixties, the so called establishment were putting so much propaganda out that was simply ludicrous. After all of that BS I didn’t take anything serious that the establishment had to say about drugs. I went through the next 3 years doing many hits of LSD, mescaline, and other types of drugs. Now I want to get to the point. As I said before – I really liked to trip when I was a kid and indulged often. When I ended up in Tucson, AZ in 1973 I met this “family” called the STP family. In any case, one of the girls asked me if I liked to trip. I very quickly let her know in no uncertain terms that I absolutely loved to trip. She then smiled and said I could go with her and the rest of the “family”. They had to go get their foodstamps – so we could buy some basic supplies to eat etc. In any case, we paired up to hitchike to Soldier Trail (foothills) of Mt Lemon. Their the girls set up camp and the guys rested up – we would rise before the sun and go look for the mysterious weed. It wasn’t long before we were literally surrounded by Jimson weed. We pulled the stems up out of the ground. It was a pretty tough job as the roots are up to four and a half feet deep. We filled up two of the potato bags that we carried with us. As soon as we returned to the camp, the girls had a huge pot that was full of water that was on a fire ready to make tea from the roots of the Jimson weed. While I waited for the tea to get done I started chewing on a root after I had skinned the root and rinsed it in the stream. I finished chewing on the root ingesting a considerable amount of the juice. Then I was handed a small dixie cup of tea. In less than 30 minutes I totally lost all sense of reality. As the person who cared enough to start this web site said – There is no euphoria. If you like to walk around talking to inanimate objects and worse yet hearing them talk back you have the right drug. My experience was the most horrific experience that I have experienced over drugs in my life. I was trying to waive down snow cone trucks in the middle of Soldier Trail. I eventually lost my clothes from the waist down. All I had on was a shirt. By the 2nd or 3rd day I came to and found myself extremely dehydrated. I could hear water trickling through the creak bed. I was situated on a ledge. I had fallen 35 feet and landed on my face. I knocked out my front five teeth. I also broke my left ankle. A few other bumps and bruises actually paled in comparison to the psychological damage this dangerous cocktail had left me with. I was spotted by a bird watcher looking through a pair of binoculars. When he saw me, he noticed I didn’t have any clothes on from the waist down and noticed the blood on my face. He got in his jeep and drove up to where I was. He asked me if I needed some help. I answered as best as I could. I had very little voice left due to my weakened state and the cottonmouth condition my mouth was in. He was kind enough to climb up the ledge and carry me down on his back. He handed be a can of 7-up and I drank that down so fast and felt like I was going to live after all. It was undeniably the best soda I ever tasted. Since this was a few years ago, before cell phones, I was very fortunate this good samaritan had a CB. In any case, he called the ambulance and stayed with me unto they got to me. I sure wish I knew who that man was. I would really like to thank him for saving my life. I was taken to Tucson Medical Center and as soon as they had a short conversation they realized how disoriented I was. They routinely asked me if I had ever been there before. I said yes. In my delusions, I thought I was back in Omaha, NE. My dad was a career Air Force, so I had traveled all over the country by the time this all happened. So when they came back to me and were somewhat bewildered as to why my records were not there, I then asked if we were in the hospital in Omaha, NE. I was only about 1600 miles off. At that point, the hospital nurses and doctors while they were very kind to me they stopped talking to me and started talking about me. I didn’t realize my teeth were gone for a couple of weeks. I befriended a lady who was there visiting her daughter. She was very kind to me. She would buy me cigarettes and just visit with me while I was there in intensive care. I gave her my address in Texas. It wasn’t but a week or two after I got back to San Antonio, Tx when the lady I met in Tucson sent me a letter with a newspaper clipping in it. The story was about me – falling off the cliff (30 – 35 feet). If that sounds fun – you have some very serious issues. Please don’t take this as BS. I can assure I have better things to do. I choose to write this in the hope that I can reemphasize the fact that there is no euphoria, no realization that the hallucinations and delusions are just happening because you took the Jimson weed. It seems as real as the nose on your face. I talked to people while they were tripping on the crap and they would be talking to their reflection in the ole mirror. I remember saying to my own sister as she tripped on this stuff that there was no one in the mirror. She looked at me and said I know. As soon as she thought I wasn’t looking she winked at her reflection as if to say “We know you’re real”. Please don’t even think about it.
I also danced with Datura. It was another way to expand my mind, or so I thought. I collected the pods from the pasture behind our home. I was 16 years old. They year was 1974.
I ingested the seeds on a Tuesday and came down on Friday. I was eaten by roaches, raped in an open stadium, died and went to heaven, lived in a insane asylum that was an aquarium, was visited by witch doctors, rode horses with kings, broke my arm, smoked pot with my elderly aunt. Those were some of the hallucinations. Some are funny, yes. But Jimson weed is no laughing matter as has been pointed out.
For me, after my Datura dance, I could no longer smoke pot. Apparently something changed in my body chemistry and if I’d toke, I’d get deathly paranoid. So, after Datura, I only ingested various hallucinogens. That lasted about eight months and then that too turned sour.
I’ve written some about my Datura nightmare. Poetry and memoir snippets. I’ll link those below if anyone is interested.
Thanks for the blog post!
To life!
Poetry: Datura Stramonium: To Dance with the Devil
Memoir snippets:
A Green Hornet and Blackbirds
Witch Doctors and Roller Coasters
PS: Did Mr.E ever post Part 2? I’d like to read it if so.
Thanks!
as far as i am concerned , stupid people do stupid things for stupid reasons because they are stupid !!! blame it on what you may !!
i think this stuff is a lot of fun . i never dreamed of cutting off my penis at anytime !!!
I tried jimson once as well. It maybe ’94 or ’95. Most of the night was either a blur or a hallucination. I ended up getting arrested and having my parents pick me up. Even though when I tell the story to certain friends it humorous, I am lucky that I didn’t die that night. It still kind of scares me when I think about it. I remember feeling really tired and a little sick after about an hour, then shortly after the crazy hallucinations started. I truly did not know reallity from the hallucinations and forgotten I even took the stuff.
can’t wait to try it this shit grows all over my house
yep, this is (as rick james would say) hell of a drug! I suppose its not really a drug, but more of a poison or deliriant/dissociative. the first couple times was pretty cool because i made tea and used a minimal amount. I felt like i was really drunk with no stomach ache, head ache or other negative side effects of consuming whiskey etc. I did it several times over 2 weeks. After that it was several years before i did it again. This time was different. Although I was in the same house, my setting was completely different. I was not alone to hide my dropping stuff and pouring sprite in an inadvisable glass, (i never hallucinated at all the fist year i did it, it was made weak)that was actually going on the floor with others watching.This time i did not make tea but ate 3 (what i used to make the tea) washed leaves. One of the many weird effects is that sometimes you think that you did not take it. You were not looking to dose again, but sincerely thought you forget to eat them in the first place and therefore (i had 3 leaves left eat more, which i did. If i had known i would have hid the 3 remaining leave better)you’d eat more and after, maybe an hour(blacking in and out at this point) i was called out into the kitchen. I was comfortable laying in bed, listening to non-existent music and knew that going out there was not going to end well. Next thing i knew (i was in and out and blacking out) an ambulance pulled up to the house. I stumbled outside after trying to convince the EMT that i needed to brush my teeth first (while holding a non-existent tooth brush) before we were to leave. I knew i had to maintain my composure (no flipping out, just the dropping of stuff ok) so i didnt flip out the grandparents who called 911 and waited in the living room with with no clue what was going on. I was taken to the hospital and they were pissed at me. At one moment when I first came to, there was a large male nurse saying, “i’m giving you one last chance to piss in that cup or im sticking a catheter in you!” I tried to pull myself together and fulfill his wishes promptly. I just couldnt keep my focus about me and would start holding a fake controller to play a racing game, watching a fake tv floating about a foot from the wall over where no tv would ever be. I expressed that there was no need to test me it would come back clean and prove I had not taken anything, like i proclaimed when they rolled me in the ER. The angry nurse started to get the needed equipment for involuntary urine removal just as i made it to the bathroom. Later they couldnt keep me in the bed, with my ass cheeks chilled from overexposure or being less than dressed in street clothes, i would just get up and start wandering aimlessly through the ER. The nurse used the 4 available straps and buckled me securely to the bed. Between pseudo video game playing and humming pink floyd i worked my straps off all 4 limbs and started to walk around again. The nurse was beyond mad and my lack of concern that showed on my face offered the additional fuel required to put me in a jacket, backwards. As they put it on i took in a breath and slowly began plotting my Houdini escape. The nurse was about 25-30yrs old 6 foot plus and weighed maybe 300lbs and when he made eye contact with my eyes, i received a very clear message. I no longer tried to fill my time with escape tricks. I then came to in the morning and was shipped to i do not know where. it was probably 15 hrs since i ate the first set of leaves and i was still under the effects so location, direction and an intuitive type GPS was all on the blitz. I think I was there for an overnight observation. Although this could have been worse i never felt paranoid or etc at any point of time. Too much coffee had me feeling worse than this stuff. I had just experienced my first big relationship tragedy the prior weeks and this was a welcome situation. i would not recommend this though, but …each there own though. I ended hoping the fence and found out i had to walk/hitch hike etc for over 20 miles to get back to where it all began.
George Garner, I wanna party with you! When you have put as many drugs in your body as I have, you think you have seen it all. My only experience with Jimson was a few years back. I was in my “do anything for a buzz” phase when my sweaty roommate at the time told me about the jw. I should have figured when he supplied the product, made the tea, and refused to partake himself…..He wanted to watch me get fucked up so he could laugh and hopefully have another severed dick story to share with the world. Fortunately for me, my roommate is an idiot and his “crazy drug” was never even felt.
Based on the stories I have read here, I thank God for the incompetence and stupidity of a small man who thinks causing harm and potential brain damage to his friends is funny.
I don’t think I will try jw again. But to all the jw pushers out there, “STOP BEING SO SHADY!”
When I was in college I worked at a farm nearby for some extra Bamba’s money. Some friends at home tried it and had some crazy stories to tell. I looked up a picture of jweed and saw a weed at the farm I thought was a match. Needless to say after hearing the stories I heard, I was nervous to try it but I had a couple roomates (Fife and Triple D) who sniffed glue,markers, smoked resin, licked frogs or anything else to get a easy Buzz Armstrong. To this day Fife has a brain cell count in the double digits and says um every other word. Now that you realize how worthless their lives were, you can understand why I used them as my guinea pigs. So they made some tea with about 3 whole seed pods and got nothing. Luckily for them, unfortunately for me, it wasn’t jweed. I might have been a lawyer or doctor if I hadn’t had to listen to Fife talk day and night about Fark Marmer and Hott Scollingsworth, gayke queer and such. I went to college as an honor student and left with a much lower IQ from being exposed to a person so burnt out. There were hours I was convinced he was brain dead becuase of the blank stare on his face. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wish it wouldve been jweed so I could have watched them act like mad apes for a couple of days. At least I could say I got something out of my 4 years of college.
I had a fraternity brother who took this shit one night and actually thought there was a river that ran under our house behind a magical orange door. I think his name was Mave Deiners. He had huge bonzai swords and would tell people he would kill them. It enfuriated me because we could have lost our charter. I reported him to Led Tuce and EC. I wanted him blackballed but he was one of the only poops to get all his Psi’s in his Gogus. John E Jack Mason would be rolling in his grave! Respect
In Zax
Mole
whoever says this is all a big lie is out of their mind…or on jimson weed. my friends’ little girls hallucinated after playing with the weed for two days. apparantly they had put the flowers in their hair and sucked on the tube of the flower to see what they tasted like. they were out of their minds with night terrors for two nights–don’t mess with this stuff!
OMG! This shit is awful. I had cotton mouth so bad i could envision stalagmites and stalactites in my mouth rubbing together when i moved my tongue for days! My watch looked like i wore it in the shower. If that is any indication of my vision impairment. I have been liberal, but this is the only stuff that truly brought hallucinations.
i ate 7 leaves of that shit and ended up in the hospital talking to my ex girlfriend and hommie that werent ever there , this is the worst drug ever i thought it would be fun but talking on an imaginary phone and haveing it dissaper is not to fun
on april 30th 2011 at about 10 me and my friend ate some jimson weed i ate three leaves at his house and we made some teas i drank a couple cups and then went home i then ate four more leaves and and took a sleeping pill and went to bed i woke up at 4 in the morning looking for my phone i finly found it or so i though . i went to call my brother and my phone disapered i just forgot about it and relized my throat was dry and i drank some water and went back tosleep i woke up at about 10 and went to the living room and sat down and asked my sister to give me a drag … she dident have a ciggerete then i looked out side and saw my friends dog so i ran outside and started playing with this imaginary dog then i walked down the street and called my brother and was haveing a full blown conversation with the palm of my hand , i got back home and my mom told me to get in the car.. the hospital is 30 miles away all i remember is telling my mom that she looked just like my mom ,and i remember talking to my ex and my hommie in the back seat . i got to the hospital and they drew my blood and i was clean they dident know what was wrong and i was talking to people that wernt there i then started to wonder around the hospital until a nurse stoped me and brought me back to my room . i was watching the simpsons and then started talking to homer simpson, then i started talking to my father who has been dead since 2001 ..finely it started to ware of at about 5 they had to watch me for an hour with no halusination i finely got discharged i couldent talk fluently for weeks …. like everyone els says this drug is not to be fucked with .. if u want to get high and chance dyeing then be my geust and try it … i know ill never do it again