In the 1930s, science fiction writer, philosopher, author of the dystopian classic Brave New World, Aldous Huxley, began experimenting with hallucinogenics.

He, along with many other philosophical minds of his day, became strong believers that

psychedelic drugs were the key to bypassing the limits of ordinary human perception, and expanding

our consciousness to heights far greater than anything you could achieve without psychedelic assistance.

Aldous once wrote to a friend and fellow experimenter in the world of psychotropic substances

that because of psychedelic drugs he had experienced and understood, quote,

that sense of affectionate solidarity with the people around me and with the universe at large,

also the sense of the world's fundamental all rightness in

spite of pain, death, and bereavement.

As a user of psychedelics, yes, yes, and more yes. I have reached that exact state numerous times and it is sublime. A very different type of high than narcotics or opioids or alcohol, weed, etc.

You feel like you're in contact with the divine that you have if only

temporarily achieve some state of deeply spiritual sublimity. That quote makes

me wish I had the space in my life to right now. Selfishly take a psychedelic vacation. At least a week. There's

nothing else like it. Just Lindsay and I, few friends in some peaceful, warm beach house with a bunch of

LSD, DMT, Shrooms, Molly, definitely some 5 MEO DMT aka towed venom aka God

molecule and tons of yummy snacks and water can't forget in between trip snacks and

the need for your body to see hydrated in this world while your mind is in the

fourth or some other dimension. Three decades later on his deathbed all just requested his

wife to inject him with LSD as he passed on to the next realm of existence.

I'll share some of what she wrote about his final moments, perhaps the most beautiful

death I have ever heard of.

Huxley, of course, is just one of hundreds of famous people and millions and

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