As a kid I’d always joke with my friends and family about being born in the wrong generation. I’m a child of the 60s, I would say, a modern hippie. I listen to Jimi Hendrix and The Grateful Dead, I wore tie-dye shirts and had hair down to my shoulders. A time of novel ideas fueled by hallucinogenic drugs that challenged the norm and questioned the status quo and at that point in my life there were two possible life outcomes: to either become a traveling musician in a rock and roll band, or to pitch a tent in the wilderness and live off the land well i gave both of those things a real shot.
The psychedelic renaissance. A rebirth of the substances.
My hippie dreams faded and they were replaced with more traditional goals like a career a salary and a home that wasn’t made out of nylon fabric.
I was introduced to psychedelic research.
Magic mushrooms “(to patients with life-threatening cancer in an effort to) reduce their anxiety surrounding death.
A rebirth of the substances that played such an integral role in what made the 1960s so unique were now legitimate topics of study in science. And at that moment I said to myself far out man, and I started looking for PhD programs in psychedelic science.
Organs of our body synergistically combine to generate this all-encompassing experience that we call consciousness and it’s not just our mind’s eye. Consciousness is the essence of what it means to be human it is the stage for any and all experiences that will ever happen in our entire lives.
