Those who take ill in the mountains of North Carolina soon learn to fear its mocking, cawing scream.....
Third of the Appalachian Nightmares series.
Here's a copy of the post:
Many of the datura postings on this site are correct. But what this and the other trip sites (like Erowid) miss, is the fact that datura has a long history of darkness and death. There's nothing good about datura. It's unique among all earth's plants in how it's so seductive, malicious and harmful to those foolish to try it.
Yes, unlike LSD or plants with DMT, datura is a different world. I say 'world' because I mean exactly that. Something in the evolution of plant life on this planet, caused datura to be a doorway that conjures up an evil malicious spirit world. I can say this because 30 years ago, datura changed my life. It completely changed my concept of 'what is life?' And I've been trying to come to grips with it ever since.
I was one of nine unfortunate people who unknowingly came into a datura 'vortex' that put us in the wrong place at the wrong time. It happened in a remote desert canyon where datura bloomed all around, and ancient shamanistic rock art covered the walls. Most of us were in our 30s, and some had never taken a psychedelic drug before. Taking datura was the last thing on our minds.
But looking back, datura selected us and took complete control. I know now that we had no say in what happened. Like unknowing zombies we went through a solemn ritual to dig up a root, boil a tea, and sip from a teaspoon passed around. Inexplicably, there was no questioning at all.
What followed the next 24 hours, changed our group's reality profound. For most, after intense poison reactions, it was a world of wonderment. But for one of us, it was life-changing, and he's been wheel-chair ever since because datura 'entities' convinced him that he could fly off a cliff.
Unlike LSD or drugs containing DMT, there's no, "boy, this is really strong stuff... or did I ever got high this time." There's was no idea that we took datura, and when high, we all met people and non-human entities that were normal and real.
Datura is not a social drug. It's a loner drug. It separates you to only interact with datura 'people'. Through that night, none of us had contact with each other. But the next day when we all came back to this plane of reality to compare notes, we realized that we had all met the SAME people! We were in remote total wilderness, but we met the same people! We also all met similar non-human entities (and there were many) that I now know were either 'raven mockers' or 'shadow people'. They were at the periphery of our vision, seeming to morph in and out of rocks and plants. But the human-like people, were totally normal, and real.
In 30 years of research, I've become dumbfounded at how our experience matched so exact to the long historical datura record. Whether in human or non-human forms, ravens, raven mockers, cigarettes, you name it, our experience matched exact that record. Datura is not a drug. It's the doorway to harm and to death, so I caution anyone to not be stupid to try it, because they're only dealing with harm and death.
So to answer your question, nope, it's all out of my head. But it's a vague enough shape that it's meant to look a little dreamlike!
Oddly enough, this is one Amerindian haunt I'd actually spied in the pages of New Moon, an Old West-based comic series starring a lycanthropic gunslinger. 'Course, that Mocker was rather more humanoid (and hence less memorably eerie) than your rendition.
(Serously. It will be better than the three night stretch that I've been dreaming of being attacked by Azdharchids and swallowed whole.)