Psymposia visits Boulder, CO on the Blue-Dot Tour.
As I became activated to defend something bigger than my own immediate welfare, a shift took place—a shift toward seeing reality as a singular entity as opposed to a bunch of disjointed parts.
Life is art. Be original.
Psymposia visits Austin, TX on the Blue-Dot Tour.
Psymposia visits Athens, Georgia on the Blue-Dot Tour.
Recorded live from Psymposia Stories Montreal / 920 Psilocybin Mushroom Day 2015.
Dose #3 was the most intense, powerful, horrendous, terrifying, awful experience of my life. In the end, it was all worth it. Conclusion to a 3-part series.
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. Pt 2 of a 3-part series.
A 3-part series on one participant's experience in the Pharmacokinetics of Psilocybin in Normal Adult Volunteers study at the University of Wisconsin.
We’re all just reflections of each other.
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.
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.
A research program was seeking volunteers with a spiritual background to ingest a hallucinogen.
I had not realized that this was a mushroom chocolate given to me as I was sitting there on his lap
“LSD, 100 MCG, intramuscular”
The jester then reached inside me and pulled this shivering, small, fearful being out of my abdomen.
"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.
“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.
“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.
In the late 70's Rick Doblin had the dream he never forgot.
I majored in physics at Princeton. I’m a lawyer who graduated from Georgetown Law. I clerked for a Federal Judge. And, of course, I had a positive, life-changing trip on LSD.