My rational mind told me that I should be absolutely terrified, but I felt no fear at all. As his consciousness merged with mine, I knew instinctively that he meant me no harm.

By limiting the psychedelic community to a certain homogeneity, it’s ultimately excluding to its detriment.

I’ve yet to lift my self-imposed ban on mirror-gazing, but if one were in front of me now, my face would reflect the same slack-jawed childlike wonder I felt in fifth grade as the sun-filled sky turned black while my gym class watched our first lunar eclipse from the playground.

I was on duty the night Alex decided to commit suicide in the communal showers.

I had not realized that this was a mushroom chocolate given to me as I was sitting there on his lap

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“Let It Happen” by Tame Impala came on as if there was a switch inside my brain where the drug started working.

“Ya I love it, good taste. Fresh!” I had no idea what I’m doing.

Christian Angermayer's story flip flops, depending on where you hear him tell it. Though, he always points out that it was somewhere “legal” and, most importantly, not because of any struggle with depression.

Neşe Devenot, PhD of Psymposia’s Plus Three podcast ventures into the psychedelic “arm” of the Intellectual Dark Web in this first episode of Chemical Poetics.