Not an intense, all-of-a-sudden euphoria like cocaine, but like the gently creeping euphoria of opiates. My mind felt very active and stimulated, but my heart rate didn't increase, and I didn't feel jittery, nervous, paranoid or any of the other bad side effects that speed has. It reminded me of a medium dose of amphetamines, again without the bad parts associated with. I felt very happy and open; empathetic and understanding would be a good description.
I also talked a lot more as well. My mother and I don't have a very open relationship with each other, but I was able to talk to her about private issues of mine that I could never have told her without the help of Kratom. Looking back, I'm glad I was able to talk to her in that way. Kratom gave me the ease of mind, relaxation, energy and motivation to share my feelings with her. Soon after this, about an hour into the experience, I went to my girlfriends house. We layed in her bed and my mind was still very active yet paradoxically calm.
We talked for at least an hour about our hopes, dreams, and what we think of other people. Thoughts flowed from my mind, all leaving positive imprints. During the movie I slipped into a waking dream, the 'nod' that is so pleasant on opiates. Here, I experienced dreams as if they were reality, even though I would wake up periodically and realize they were just a dream, to my amazement. It was very pleasant, and this went on for a hour or so more.
Then I went home and to bed, and the dreamy presence of Kratom put me to sleep fast. After taking high doses of Kratom, and not falling asleep right afterwards, I feel a 'hangover' that can be characterized as being irratable, and in just a bad mood. I did not experience this the first few times I drank Kratom, however the more I drink it on a regular basis, the more I notice these ill-effects.
Kratom let me open up to those closest to me in a way I cannot do sober. This means strong addiction potential, so as always, moderation is key. Jan 23, Views: All reports are copyright Erowid and you agree not to download or analyze the report data without contacting Erowid Center and receiving permission first. But I have mixed all sorts of ups with all sorts of downs or dope, and this was not like speedballing heroin with cocaine, or mixing BZP with 1,4-BD, or whatever.
A different sort of high. It was a quite euphoric high -- again, impossible to really describe, but if I had to draw a comparison I'd say it felt sort of like being on a combination of a half-hit of strong pure MDMA, a strong cup or two of opium tea, and a sizeable quantity a good bit more than I had actually smoked of strong but mellow and breezy cannabis.
I noticed a little bit of the slightly itchy sensation I get when I take codeine. I had been listening to Gregorian chants which had sounded great, but at the end of that disc I switched to a CD of Krishna Das singing kirtan, accompanied by tabla drums and a harmonium and a kirtan choir. Unlike the Gregorian stuff, I knew the words to these chants, so I began singing along. I'm not a Hindu or anything, so I perceive no need to sing praises to Rama or Hanuman or whomever, but I do find that chanting kirtan for a while can be a powerful mind-altering activity.
So there I was in front of my computer screen, catching up on emails and singing 'Om Namo Bhagavate, Vasudevaaya' and 'Hare Krishna' to my heart's content. This was a delightfully euphoric high -- I was just very happy to be alive. I was trembling a bit as if I were on MDMA or another amphetamine-like substance, but my body felt both an Ecstasy-type electrical energy and an opioid-type warmth and comfort, and my mind was lucid but definitely very lit up.
I put on a Loketo CD and danced around a bit. I thoroughly enjoyed the bodily sensations of walking, and I decided to turned my stroll into a stoned variant of a walking Vipassana meditation. I found it somewhat more difficult than usual difficult to stay mindful of my body's walking sensations when my thoughts wanted to wander all over the place.
But I kept at it, and in Vipassana manner, I observed my experiences, identified and put labels on them, and then let go of them. Thinking about a passing car with a huge mutt in the passenger seat; thinking about the bumper sticker on the car that says 'Dog Is My Co-Pilot. Right knee bending a bit and right foot lifting and moving forward. Right foot stepping down now. I decided to direct my walking meditation into the grocery store to pick up some things for dinner.
All the fruits and vegetables looked beautiful, and corn tortillas and chili peppers looked like the most wonderful foods in the world well, aren't they? I felt very empathetic and spoke to the fellow shoppers and store workers with truly heartfelt goodwill toward them. I was all smiles and gratuitous politeness, but it was all sincere. After walking home I ate a 10 mg cyclobenzaprene or two Flexeril, a muscle relaxant that is also pleasantly sedating and drank some vodka and smoked some more ganja, all of which mixed nicely and kept the kratom high lasting longer than it otherwise would have I had felt it starting to wear off until I had a drink or two and a bong hit.
I think I ate another diazepam, but am not sure -- maybe I just considered the idea and then discarded it I did not experience any of the sleepiness, nausea, or other problems that some people have reported even though I took a big dose and mixed it with some other substances with synergistic effects. In fact, I experienced no adverse effects at all, other than a slightly uncomfortable restlessness before I decided to go for a walk.
This was a wonderful first experience with kratom! Having tried nearly everything else or at least some of its chemical cousins , I am happy to have found something that feels both really good and is a new type of high for me. Ah what the hell, I thought a few minutes later, and ate the other half of the diazepam. I drank a good bit of yerba mate to get properly caffeinated, and took care of some email and other work- or activism-related stuff.
It was a beautiful sunny springtime Saturday with a temperature of about Fahrenheit. In the early-mid afternoon, I consumed about 7 or 8 grams or so of the kratom extract and had a couple of small bong hits, filled a plastic bottle with drinking water, and headed out for a day well, OK, a half-day on the river. The river runs trough a beautiful, steep boulder-strewn canyon with oaks, Douglas firs and Ponderosa pines, manzanita, etc. I hiked through the canyon for while, marvelling at how immensely stoned I was from the kratom and how it was different from any other high I had tried and I've tried most of them -- and trodding the somewhat rough trail carefully because I knew I was stoned enough to lose my footing and fall if not cautious.
I saw an inviting pebble-and-boulder beach on the riverbank with nobody around, so I descended from the main trail toward the bank. I then took off all my clothes and spent a while looking around near the water's edge for a rare species of frog which should really be on the Endangered Species list, if it weren't for very litigious and politically active special interest groups such as the National Association of Homebuilders.
I had seen a couple of these frogs two weeks earlier a few miles upstream of this site and I knew there had been sightings of them along some of the river's upstream tributary streams too.