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SET AND SETTING
THE MOTHER OF ALL TRIPS
My purpose in taking âacidââin 1991, eighteen years after my use of psychedelics in collegeâwas to see if, after all those years, I had sold out my youthful ideals, if I had slowly, imperceptibly, become a person I could no longer respect. My goal was to lift up and look at the root ball of my lifeâs plant, but not to undertake a complete transplantâand I was terrified of what I might find.
I chose a day when I could be alone in my apartment. Although I did have friends on call, I wanted to have this experience on my own. Anticipating something similar to what I had experienced in my college days in the 1960s, I pulled out my old psychedelic music albumsâThe Jimi Hendrix Experience, the Beatlesâ Sgt. Pepperâs Lonely Hearts Club Band, and the like. Since I was so scared of the experienceâmight I go screaming down the street, pulling my hair out, and end up in a mental hospital?âI decided to place Post-it Notes around the apartment with reassuring phrases such as âDonât worry; itâs only a drugâ and âYouâll be down soon.â I then swallowed half a square blotter paper dose and waited.
I knew from my research that contemporary doses of LSD were nowhere near the strength of what Iâd experienced in the â60sâthe average dose was a modest 80 micrograms or so, compared with the clinical dose of 150 micrograms, the purported dose of 250 micrograms in the famed âorange sunshineâ tabs, and the whopping 450 micrograms sometimes necessary in psychedelic therapy with alcoholics. When the acid began to come on, I felt a very minor fluttering in my belly, some slight increase in color, and some waviness in the lights and then⌠nothing. It all faded away. I thought, âAfter all this preparation, I got a weak disco dose,â and I took the other half of the blotter. A few minutes later, the first half started to come on in full force.
Of course, Iâd forgotten one of the first rules of tripping that Iâd learned in the â60s: psychedelics come on in waves. The first wave tends to be just noticeable, often in a slight feeling in the belly. This first wave frequently subsides below the noticeable level, but is soon followed by subsequent waves that get stronger. I immediately remembered why I had taken these substances so seriously in my youth and realized I was in for a stronger ride than Iâd planned.
Travelerâs Guide
Here are some other rules I wrote down around that time.
Things to bring along when traveling:
music (happy, positive, serene)
Things to remember when traveling:
âTurn off your mind, relax and float downstream; it is not dying, it is not dying. Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void; it is shining, it is shining. That you may know the meaning of within; it is being, it is being.â âJohn Lennon, âTomorrow Never Knows,â
Revolver, January 1966, closely adapted from
The Psychedelic Experience: A Manual Based on the Tibetan Book of the Dead, by Timothy Leary, Ralph Metzner, and Richard Alpert, which in turn was adapted from the
Tibetan Book of the Dead. âSit down, shut up, and pay attention.â âTerence McKenna
Ask âWhat am I feeling?â
Broadly speaking, there are four stages to the psychedelic experience:
Sensory/visualâincluding generally pleasant visual distortions and amplification, appreciation for sounds and music, enhanced pleasure in physical touch, and so forth.
Psychological/recollecto/analyticalâsubconscious work on childhood issues, emotions, and the like.
Holistic/ecological/mythicâhistory of the species and of the planet, the march of evolution, sense of the global whole.
Integral/white light/ego deathâdissociation from personal, individual identity and physical existence, replaced by identity with universal energy.
âAdapted from R. E. L. Masters, Ph.D., and Jean Houston, Ph.D., The Varieties of Psychedelic Experience, 1966
More things to remember when traveling:
Donât forget the fruit and the water.
Caffeine is a two-edged sword. It increases attention, but cushions against emotions. Best to avoid except perhaps toward the end as a refresher.
Marijuana can enhance, sustain, and rejuvenate the experience but not really increase the effect.
Writing is a two-edged sword. It captures the experience, but focuses attention through one medium. Best to avoid using a computer throughout; maybe keep a pad and pen around to capture important epiphanies. That being said, the truly important insights are memorable.
After an often uncertain first hour or two, the longer, remaining part of the trip can be a beautiful, benevolent, natural, wondrous experience.
Donât be machoâd into taking megadoses. More may be
appropriate for certain fields of study, but for psychological purposes, just significantly noticeable can be very effective. At lower levels, sensory experiences can be ignored and yet significant benefits can result.
Donât think you are down enough to answer the phone. It will be your mother-in-law. There is a law of the universe that states that specifically. Even if itâs not, the conversation will more often than not be stressful for one or both of you.
To maximize psychological growth, donât get distracted by the pretty, dancing visuals. Breathe and go deeper.
Tripping has sometimes been compared to a roller-coaster ride: at first, the car goes up and up and up, with the feeling that the climbing will never end and we will go up forever, never to come down. Like a roller coaster, however, once the trip reaches its peak, despite many dramatic ups and downs, the ascent is over. On my âmother of all trips,â once I felt the upward trajectory ease, I knew I would not âgo through the roofâ and began to feel safe and relaxed.
It was at this point that I had a profound internal experience, what I think of as a waking dream or eyes-closed vision: I was in a beautiful valley field of purple flowers with surrounding mountains in the background. As I continued to come on to the experience, I found myself descending deeper and deeper, eventually going below the surface of the ground (I generally donât think of such experiences as going âhigherâ; rather, I feel that I am going down, into my deeper self). At that point, I saw the roots of the flowersâthey looked animal-like, not like plant roots, but more like the thick tails of hairless molesâand in this dreamlike vision, I knew that they were my (psychological) roots. As I had just begun my trip and so still retained much of my âstraightâ-mind, operant perspective, I decided to examine them and fix any problems, so I visually zoomed in for a better look. As soon as I approached with this proactive, problem-solving attitude, my roots recoiled from my scrutiny, curling back and emitting a high-pitched, scared squeal. This response made me feel uneasy, and to avoid a vicious cycle of negativity, I mentally and visually turned the other direction and continued my descent. As I did and moved deeper, I saw at the bottom of me, a glowing, throbbing orb, that I knew was âthe ground of my being.â As I descended and reached the orb, I touched it and immediately felt at peace. I finally remembered the important truthsâthat I was essentially OK, that love and acceptance were the fundamental solutions to my problems, in fact, that the âproblemsâ I was grappling with were really just poignant developmental challenges, that I had not âsold out my youthful idealsâ or become someone I couldnât respect, and that my only problem was my sense that I had problems.
At that point, I began to ascend, back up from my depths toward the surface, where I saw my roots again. This time, however, instead of wanting to fix my roots, I felt enormous compassion and total acceptance. This time, I reached out to caress my roots with the attitude, âOf course. I understand. Itâs OK.â In response, my roots unfurled, opening to my touch, and emitted a low-pitched sigh of safety, peace, and relaxation.
The experience was transformative in many waysâproviding me with a clear understanding of our essential OK-ness as well as inspiring the personality theory underlying my soon-to-be-reestablished clinical practice.
Here is a poem I wrote about that experience:
Missed, Mist
I feel in a mist
Sleepwalking through life
Sleeptalking with other sleepwalkers
Triggering out my insides
On the other handâŚ
I float down to my ground
And on the way down
I cry my childhood into completion
On the ground
A glowing mound throbs,
Emanating peace
I touch the glowing orb
And my sleeping seed awakens
Reigniting the unfolding frozen so long ago
Unfolding unto the sun
Upward to the warmth of love
From the glow to the warmth
My worldview changed from an evaluation-analysis-repair-of-pathology model to one of essential all-rightness and acceptance, of maturation and spiritual development. Through that one experience, I came to see that we are, in essence, perfect at our coreâand that insight informed my sense of myself and my approach to my clinical practice:
Psychology is the study of the psyche, the soulâthe ground of our being;
Personality is acquired, secondary, external, defensive, strategicâa shell above our core of fundamental perfection; and
Love, empathy, and compassion form a more effective perspective for healthy, satisfying personal development than does the medical âfix-itâ approach focused on pathology.
WHO I AM
Since this is such a personal book and one with a unique premise, itâs important for you, the reader, to know who I am, where Iâve come from, and what my credentials are to make such demands on your worldview.
My background includes both psychotherapy and policy research, and today I am both a psychotherapist in private practice and a drug policy analyst and writer. I am an expert in the clinical use of psychedelics, yet I donât use them in my practice. Why not? Two reasons. First, they are illegal, and I would be putting much of my life at risk if I were to use them with clients. (Not patients. Remember, I take a developmental, not a pathology, approach to my clinical practice.) Second, I am not qualified to do psychedelic therapyâand almost no one is, simply because there is still no legal way to conduct psychedelic therapy outside the auspices of an approved research project, so the career path for a psychedelic psychotherapist is at the moment quite limited. And there are no clinical training programs in psychedelic therapy. That may change over the next five years or so, but for now a psychotherapist with a private practice in psychedelic psychotherapy does so illegally and almost certainly without clinical training.a Even those therapists who do have training and experience with psychedelics gained when they were legal have no legal way to practice in this area.
So I remain a scholar of psychedelic therapy, but not a psychedelic therapist, except in very important sense that my experiences with psychedelics have fundamentally shaped my clinical practice.
One way to describe my background is to tell you about my experience at the local middle schoolâs Career Day. Yes, despite my specialty in psychedelics (they probably didnât Google me), I have three times been invited to speak to local middle-school kids on what itâs like to be a psychologist. In preparing for such a lovely and important responsibility, I reviewed my background and can confidently say that I am a poster child for the range and diversity...