or, why Big Pharma is justifiably afraid of psychedelic medicine
by Ballard Quass, the Drug War Philosopher
October 13, 2024
Author's note: I received immediate feedback to this post stating that psilocybin does not cause flashbacks. But I was not using "flashback" in the pathological sense of that term. For me, a flashback (in the positive sense) is a relevant reminiscence that is vouchsafed the individual, as if by miracle, at precisely the time in their life when that information is crucial to them. I am not talking about a classic "Wayne's World" flashback in which past events materialize gradually in the ether as Mike Myers makes silly noises. I was instead on a low dose of a medicine that sharpened my mind to the point that the information I needed from the past was suddenly present to me at the precise moment that I needed it. That is a "flashback" in the positive sense of the term, before Drug Warriors redefined it to apply only to pathological instances of sudden unwanted recall.
I would retitle the article to lose the reference to "flashback" -- except that I refuse to give up that word just because Drug Warriors have claimed it for their own as a pejorative, just like they have turned "drugs" into a pejorative term, which has led to great terminological confusion in the debate about psychoactive substances ever since.
I had a flashback tonight under the influence of psilocybin. I suddenly recalled a summer afternoon in the 1970s when I walked into my bedroom and tore down a long strip of colorful international flags with which I had decorated my walls just one week previous. I was 16 years old at the time and something had just "happened," as they say, something that caused me to suddenly and decisively sour on life. Tonight, 50 years later, I realized that the day in question marked the beginning of my lifelong depression, a fact of which I had never been consciously aware during my many years of psychotherapy as a young adult. It seems that some things are just so obvious that the mind refuses to recognize them, kind of like that guy in the gorilla suit who walks by college students unnoticed in those 20th-century experiments about "inattentional blindness" at American universities.
But put your hankies away, folks. I won't be going into detail here about that psychological belly-punch of yore. Nor do I seek any retroactive pity, especially since I am by no means sure that I would deserve any. True, I can imagine a good filmmaker convincingly portraying my teenage self as a clear-cut trauma victim. I can even see Jack and Jill America leaving the theater in tears on behalf of the former "me." Yet I fear that an even better filmmaker would dig through my adult archives and produce a movie to demonstrate convincingly that I deserved everything I got back then, and then some.
My point here is merely this, that this long-forgotten U-turn in my life came to mind tonight under the influence of psilocybin, as I was doing something quite unusual for myself as a chronic depressive: namely, creating a colorful display for my office walls not unlike the one that I had torn down in abject despair half a century ago.
I trust the reader grasps the significance of that last remark: Not only did the consumption of a mushroom reignite my passion for colorful decoration tonight, but it "tipped me off" to the specific event in my life that quelched my interest in eye-catching interior design in the first place.
No wonder Paul Stamets says that Big Pharma is worried about psilocybin. It actually works! It accomplishes in one night what psychiatrists try in vain to accomplish in an entire career.
Folks point to the seemingly endless drugs that can be synthesized today and say it's a reason for prohibition. To the contrary, it's the reason why prohibition is madness. It results in an endless game of militaristic whack-a-mole at the expense of democratic freedoms.
If anyone manages to die during an ayahuasca ceremony, it is considered a knockdown argument against "drugs." If anyone dies during a hunting club get-together, it is considered the victim's own damn fault. The Drug War is the triumph of hypocritical idiocy.
I'm told antidepressant withdrawal is fine because it doesn't cause cravings. Why is it better to feel like hell than to have a craving? In any case, cravings are caused by prohibition. A sane world could also end cravings with the help of other drugs.
The drug war is being used as a wrecking ball to destroy democratic freedoms. It has destroyed the 4th amendment and freedom of religion and given the police the right to confiscate the property of peaceful and productive citizens.
Alcohol makes me sleepy. But NOT coca wine. The wine gives you an upbeat feeling of controlled energy, without the jitters of coffee and without the fury of steroids. It increases rather than dulls mental focus.
Immanuel Kant wrote that scientists are scornful about metaphysics yet they rely on it themselves without realizing it. This is a case in point, for the idea that euphoria and visions are unhelpful in life is a metaphysical viewpoint, not a scientific one.
Drugs that sharpen the mind should be thoroughly investigated for their potential to help dementia victims. Instead, we prefer to demonize these drugs as useless. That's anti-scientific and anti-patient.
So much harm could be reduced by shunting people off onto safer alternative drugs -- but they're all outlawed! Reducing harm should ultimately mean ending this prohibition that denies us endless godsends, like the phenethylamines of Alexander Shulgin.
When scientists refuse to report positive uses for drugs, they are not motivated by power lust, they are motivated by philosophical (non-empirical) notions about what counts as "the good life." This is why it's wrong to say that the drug war is JUST about power.
I'm grateful to the folks who are coming out of the woodwork at the last minute to deface their own properties with "Trump 2024" signs. Now I'll know who to thank should Trump get elected and sell us out to Putin.
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