by on August 23, 2019
In the silence, in the darkness, swept away by these alien alkaloids and the plant-mind behind them, you find out a truth that can barely be told. And most of it can't be told. -Terrence McKenna The topic of psychedelic sensory deprivation is an important subfield of psychedelic studies. Many people take psychedelics at music festivals. This is probably the utmost opposite of silent darkness: there is a level of stimulation not achieved in ordinary life. Sensory deprivation is not just a ...
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by on August 22, 2019
“I have no gift to bring Pa rum pum pum pum That's fit to give our king Pa rum pum pum pum” -  The Little Drummer Boy Written by Katherine Kennicott Davis "…precious stones are precious because they bear a faint resemblance to the glowing marvels seen with the inner eye of the visionary. “The view of that world,” says Plato, “is a vision of blessed beholders”; for to see things “as they are in themselves” is bliss unalloyed and inexpressible." -Aldous Huxley in Heaven ...
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by on July 10, 2019
Reading Rainbow played on the TV on the stand in front of us and all the after-care kids sat at the surrounding library tables, chattering and laughing and barely paying attention to the TV. A girl named Amber, who washed her hands so much her skin was always dry even in the Florida humidity, began to talk about her religion. We were eight. I’d been to church two times in my life and both times I’d been taken away for a dumbed down version of “kid church” where we played games that had ...
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by on July 2, 2019
The torch sits hesitantly in my palm as I stare at the small baggie in front of me decorated with Batman symbols. Inside of it is a chunk of what could be wax or shatter, but if you take a whiff, you’ll know that’s not what it is. It smells like new shoes, like plastic being manufactured. Inside of that little baggie is DMT. My first experience with this mind-bending drug was beautiful. In 2013, I attended Aura Music and Arts Festival in Live Oak, Florida. It was a small music festival, the l...
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by on July 2, 2019
I am watching a single drop of water. Lights bounce and dance off of dark corners while the musicians onstage pour their heart into their strings, their keys, their drums. The crowd moves as one, sinuous and fluid-like, to the beat of the music pouring from the speakers. I am standing too close to the speakers, as usual, pressed up against the raised platform that forms the stage, my spirit moving in time, a cell in rhythm with its whole, an organism formed of many twisting limbs like some an...
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by on June 24, 2019
The first time my mind was opened to the possibilities of the spiritual world, I was twenty years old.   It was in what I dub my own personal “Summer of Love”--the first time I tried all of the substances that would continue to fascinate and intrigue me for years to come, leading me down the path of psychedelic writer and advocate. It was a very free and joyous time in my life, where I learned many of the things that I carry with me to this day.   My friends and I put on an affair w...
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