This time my dose was 45 mg of pure psilocybin. I took it and waited for the show to begin. There was fear and a sincere hope that this experience would not be as hellish.
A 3-part series on one participant's experience in the Pharmacokinetics of Psilocybin in Normal Adult Volunteers study at the University of Wisconsin.
I was able to heal my relationship with death, and that in turn allowed me to heal my relationship with life.
I was on duty the night Alex decided to commit suicide in the communal showers.
1960's. Two men. One goal. Turn the world on to LSD.
I had been defined by the diagnoses and labels put on me, but in that moment, I was peeling back every layer of self-hatred, criticism, and trauma. I don’t think I had ever felt self-love before that night.
One night after reading Huxley’s account of his adventures with mescaline, I was amazed by and curious about the expansive possibilities. The very next day I noticed a small display ad in a Washington, D.C. lifestyle publication. A research program was seeking volunteers with a spiritual background to ingest a hallucinogen.
You might think Jane sounds like an asshole, but she is really just a mouthpiece for widely tolerated values.
I had eaten a quarter of my chocolate. "You're not eating that now, are you?" There had been a little communication cross, I had not realized that this was a mushroom chocolate given to me as I was sitting there on his lap... ho ho ho.
Then I don’t know exactly what time it was, he asked for his tablet and wrote, “Try LSD 100 intramuscular.”
The jester then reached inside me and pulled this shivering, small, fearful being out of my abdomen.
"It's pretty humiliating. You're brought into a court room in shackles. It's like, what am I, Hannibal Lecter?"
When I got hired as a police officer, I was told by the police chief, "We're going to hire you despite your significant drug history."
And I remember being a 21-year-old going, "I smoked pot."
"DanceSafe really hasn't been providing harm reduction services for ecstasy or MDMA all these years. It's been providing harm reduction services for prohibition."
Dede Goldsmith shares the emotional story of her daughter, Shelley, who died of heat stroke at an EDM concert after taking MDMA.
"On Tuesday, you will be the only person in the U.S. who will be taking psilocybin legally.”
We passed out the tabs of acid, we toasted, and we dropped. And then suddenly, up we went. I stood up, gingerly putting my weight on my right leg. And...nothing. No pain. No tenderness. I was invincible.
I realized after a few songs that I was more into the music than I normally was. But then, the song “Let It Happen” by Tame Impala came on as if there was a switch inside my brain where the drug started working.
He says “Ralph, have you ever done LSD?” Of course, my dad’s speaking to a policeman, and it’s the 70’s, and my dad hadn’t done LSD.
I ate them like candy. Tried to hide the face when you eat mushrooms. “Ya I love it, good taste. Fresh!” I had no idea what I’m doing.
The LSD rushed through my gums and into my jaw at the same time the bitter drip of MDA slowly ran down the back of my throat. I didn’t exactly understand what was happening nor did I care because I was excited.
Fifteen years ago at the age of 15, I attended a house party where I was traumatically gang raped. At the time I was also a virgin. I was so ashamed, humiliated, and terrified that I never spoke about it again. Until recently.