The idea that "drug use" fries the brain 1 became literally laughable to me during my recent "trip" on psilocybin mushrooms in Oaxaca, Mexico. Not only did the government-sponsored bromide appear to be false, it appeared to be the precise opposite of the truth.
In fact, the best way that I could describe my 12-hour experience would be to say that my brain (and/or mind, and/or consciousness) was working overtime. The feeling thus produced is impossible to describe objectively, but I had the very clear subjective conviction that psilocybin was some kind of harried and overambitious schoolmarm who had set herself the ridiculously unrealistic goal of turning me into a genius overnight. She was relentless in peddling her audiovisual hints about the interconnectivity of sense data in the everyday world. I could almost hear this schoolmarm gasping out phrases like: "Oh, and look at THIS connection between things - oh, and this one too!" as she placed intellectually provocative transparencies, one after the other, in split-second succession, on the overhead projector of my mind. At one point in the experience, this tutorial element became comically literal as, eyes closed, I beheld a rapidly scrolling string of white text that resembled nothing so much as blurred images of mathematical formulas. It was as if the schoolmarm were using a blackboard to give me a crash course on quantum physics in this overnight cram session. There was no time for me to grasp details, yet I felt that I was experiencing content that, if creatively considered, could lead to conceptual breakthroughs for solving real-life problems, or at least for better understanding them. To vary the metaphor, it was as if my 3-D world of things and ideas had ballooned outward to accommodate a fourth dimension, one in which every object of contemplation (both things and ideas) was now complemented by a world of corollary reflections, reflections which were manifested in a variety of suggestive visions. These reflections were always "feelingly relevant" to the mundane sense data under consideration and yet they were often connected thereto in such a subtle way that I would never have noticed a linkage in a "sober" state of mind.
Both of these metaphors point to the surprising takeaway message from my recent psilocybin experience: namely, that it was all about information retrieval: the retrieval on my part of information that demonstrated how the seemingly separate things and ideas of sober life are related: to themselves, to the world, and even to myself. I say to myself because the "suggestive visions" mentioned above were often accompanied by physical sensations in my own body, especially a proverbial tingling of my spine beginning from my lower back and ascending to my neck, giving me the sensation that I was somehow a participant in the vision-filled narrative and not a mere spectator, as if I were watching a highly disjointed movie featuring the 1970s fad technology known as "Sensurround." Of course, the origin of this "information" will be hotly debated. Does it come from the mind? The brain? Panpsychism? The world of cultural memories and archetypes? But that is a topic for future essays. My point here is that psilocybin does the opposite of frying the brain: it increases thought capacity by highlighting subtle connections between sense data. It gives the user new information about the world. This marvelous ability was brought home to me when I listened to Mahler's 3rd Symphony about halfway through my psilocybin journey. I initially feared that my musical selection would prove suboptimal given my extreme familiarity with the programmatic classic. Perhaps I would find it tiring. To my surprise and delight, however, the symphony sounded brand-new to me, almost as if I had never heard it before. This was clearly thanks to the fact that I was now "grokking" connections between leitmotifs that I had scarcely noticed before. I was sensing (or rather feeling) how the entire work was a meaningful whole, and not just a sum of delightful but separate parts.
Nor were the tangible benefits of my psilocybin experience limited to music appreciation. I also recognized new themes in the LibriVox recordings of 19th-century short stories to which I am in the habit of listening at bedtime. The listening experience ballooned to a sort of 4-D experience, conjuring dim back-lit visions that added plot-relevant ambience to the tales, as if I were physically inside the storyline and not merely listening to it. But the most unexpected gift from the psilocybin session (at least thus far, given that I still feel the need to unpack the information-rich experience) was the "aha" moment that occurred to me when I connected the cram session mentioned above with the famous Information Theory of Claude Shannon2, the mathematician and engineer credited with creating the conceptual foundation for the Information Age. Shannon's theory has to do with mathematics, probability and linguistics, but its fundamental assumption is nicely summarized by computer scientist Marianne Freiberg in the phrase "Information is surprise," the title of a 2015 article that she wrote on the subject for the "Plus" website published by the University of Cambridge3. "Whether or not we find a message informative," writes Freiberg, "depends on whether it's news to us and what this news means to us." If a text arrives saying that the Sun will rise tomorrow, it contains very little Shannon Information; whereas if it states that the world will end tomorrow, then it has a high volume of Shannon Information. To put this another way: if you want someone to give you Shannon Information, then you should address them with that old sarcastic trope: "Now tell me something I DON'T know!"
My point here is that this is exactly what psilocybin does: It tells us things that we do not know - or at least that we do not KNOW that we know. (I add that latter qualification as a nod to Plato's notion that knowledge is recollection.4) It passes along Shannon Information, information of real importance in life. And this is a GOOD thing! This outcome of psilocybin use by human beings gives us sufficient prima facie reasons to use psilocybin and related substances for treating depression, PTSD, and Alzheimer's.
Unfortunately, materialist scientists are the slow kids in the class when it comes to recognizing drug benefits. They are passion-scorning behaviorists56 when it comes to mood medicine and so are dogmatically blind to anecdote, history and common sense, hence their glacial progress in signing off on obvious uses for godsend medicine. They have made some progress lately, however, at least on behalf of the notoriously underserved demographic of depressed lab mice. A Yale News report from 2021 trumpeted the following good news for rodents everywhere:
"A single dose of psilocybin, the active compound in 'magic mushrooms,' given to mice prompted a long-lasting increase in the connections between neurons.7"
But then materialist scientists have been getting lousy grades on their "mind and mood" report cards for well over a century now. The teenage poet Arthur Rimbaud called them on the carpet for their dogmatically inspired incompetence as early as 1876, when he complained as follows in his ground-breaking prose poem entitled "Un Saison en Enfer":
"La science est trop lente8."
("Science is too slow!")
AFTERWORD
It is actually materialist science that fries the brain 9 . The FDA encourages the use of brain-damaging shock therapy for the depressed while refusing to call for the legalization 10 of the many drugs like psilocybin that could make shock therapy unnecessary1112. In a world where we thought sanely about drugs (in which we understood them rather than demonized them), barbaric practices like ECT13 would go the way of insulin coma therapy and lobotomy. But the prognosis is not good given the continual full-court press of drug-war propaganda in the media, 14 chiefly in the form of the censorship of all reports of beneficial drug use. Sadly, even lobotomy has not really disappeared in America: it is just being performed these days with the help of Big Pharma drugs: you know, the kinds of drugs that do not inspire and elate, but simply render the "patient" tractable for caregivers.
Someday perhaps we will hold fearmongers responsible for supporting a drug policy that deprives human beings of godsend medicines. Someday we will understand what the world used to know: that no substance is bad in and of itself, that a drug that may cause problems for a white American young person when used at one dose for one reason may yet be a godsend for another person when used at another dose for another reason.
Author's Follow-up:
May 10, 2025
I do not wish to leave the impression that psilocybin mushrooms, in and of themselves, can be a substitute for shock therapy, at least not in any quick and obvious fashion. The effect of such mushroom use, at least at high doses, is far too influenced by the existing predisposition of the user. An individual in a deeply depressed state of mind is asking for trouble when they consume mushrooms in the naive hope of being bodily lifted out of their gloom. Severe depression must be treated instead with a substance or substances that unequivocally inspires and elates, in spite of the gloomy predisposition of the user. Happily such substances do exist, however. One thinks first and foremost of the time-honored panacea called opium 15 . But unequivocal bliss can also be inspired by the advised use of anesthetics, such as nitrous oxide and ether, a fact of which William James was well aware. Indeed, his philosophical view of the nature of reality was based on his own use of such bliss-inspiring substances. And then there are a wide variety of phenethylamines, both potential and extant, which have glaringly obvious benefits for the depressed, as has been known since 1991 when chemist Alexander Shulgin published "Pihkal: Phenethylamines I Have Known and Loved." Consider the following drug user reports from that ground-breaking book:
"At one point I went out back and strolled along to find a place to worship. I had a profound sense of the Presence and great love and gratitude for the place, the people, and the activities taking place."
"I experienced the desire to laugh hysterically at what I could only describe as the completely ridiculous state of the entire world."
"I acknowledged a rapture in the very act of breathing."
There is, nevertheless, reason to believe that the low-dosing of psilocybin can help fight depression. To learn more, read about the crowd-sourced clinical studies of psychedelic micro-dosing being carried out by Paul Stamets16 and James Fadiman17.
Author's Follow-up:
May 12, 2025
As a chronic depressive myself, I limit the high-dose use of psychedelics (that I employ in relatively "free" places in the world like Salem, Oregon and Oaxaca, Mexico) to those times in which I am upbeat and prepared for the experience. Thankfully, such times are frequent enough in my life (every few months or so), even for a gloomy Gus like myself. Besides, tolerance causes efficacy to decrease dramatically in the absence of sensible breaks between usage. Then too, a decent experience leaves the user with some "unpacking" to do with respect to the variety of cosmic and practical hints vouchsafed by the mushroom, for which reason daily use would make little sense. It would be like asking to be overwhelmed.
Now I must add a disclaimer that would be unnecessary in a sane world: namely, that everyone is different and that "results will vary." This is true of the use of almost all psychoactive drugs, and should be understood by everyone from childhood on. Substance use has to be entered into advisedly, with an understanding of how wise people have actually used various substances as beneficially as possible for maximum benefit in various situations. Instead, Drug Warriors take advantage of this inherent variability in the functioning of holistic drugs to claim that all honest talk about them is dangerous drug advocacy. This is just their way of censoring free speech about the substances that they hate and thus safeguarding drug prohibition from the implicit criticism that would naturally result from honesty on the topic -- and they get away with this because we refuse to establish authorities (such as what I call " pharmacologically savvy empaths18") who would discuss the safest and wisest use patterns for various substances based on actually lived experience, rather than on theoretical guesses inspired by a look under a microscope.
This is the shortcoming of the Erowid approach, by the way. It is fine to have a bunch of raw data in the form of user reports, but we need to establish a field of pharmacologically savvy experts who can parse and summarize such usage reports into an actionable format for folks in a variety of life situations. Unfortunately, it will be impossible to have recognized experts in this line without first re-legalizing drugs. Right now, we are told that materialist doctors are the experts about drugs, but that is an obvious lie. These doctors are blind to all the obvious benefits of drug use because they are wearing the twin blinders of behaviorism and the Drug War ideology of substance demonization. The real experts will eventually be actual drug users: empathic individuals who know the upsides and downsides of a wide variety of drugs and can tell us which make sense given our own particular goals of usage. They will be able to tell us how the chosen substances have been used effectively and the ways in which use has backfired. Moreover, they will be there at the first sign of things going wrong so that they can get us back on course, by fighting drugs with other drugs when necessary and appropriate.
Today, we urge folks to report certain minor physical problems to a doctor in order to be sure that these problems do not betoken something more serious, such as cancer. In the future, responsible Drug Warriors will go to experts to report usage problems so that timely drug-aided interventions can be undertaken to keep the user from unwanted addictions and dependencies.
In other words, a future world will use common sense when it comes to drugs. Imagine that!
Author's Follow-up:
October 17, 2025
Freud's real breakthrough was his discovery that cocaine is a great antidepressant19. It wasn't the millions of depressed who hated cocaine back in the early 1900s -- it was the self-interested doctors who saw their jobs at risk if a near-panacea for depression like cocaine were to be legal. And so they destroyed the reputation of a drug that could have saved hundreds of millions of people from depression, including myself and my family -- because they focused only on the rare misuse of the drug by the rare irresponsible users. This is exactly as if they were to have judged liquor by studying only drunkards. It was a power grab to demonize cocaine, and it has destroyed millions of lives and forced the depressed to undergo totally unnecessary shock therapy -- and caused countless totally unheralded suicides. But that's the Drug War for you: the depressed are never considered stakeholders. No one ever asks THEM how they feel about cocaine: their "betters" in the self-interested medical establishment make THAT call.
Freud used the drug successfully and found its use to be self-limiting, as he developed a feeling of repugnance toward overuse. And yet brainwashed and self-interested pundits in America treated the drug like hell spawn -- and wrote bleeding heart op-ed pieces about the rare abusers -- never thinking about the millions of depressed whom their drug laws have shunted off onto Big Pharma 2021 meds for which dependency is a feature and not a bug -- drugs like Effexor 22 that is surely the hardest drug to kick in the world, with a 95% recidivism rate 23 -- and the 5% who stay off it as long as three years find that they have severe cognitive impairment. I know this from experience and from the confessions of my former psychiatrist, who I fear was fired for being honest with me on the subject.
Americans HATE big government -- and yet they have no problem with government using drug prohibition to control their pain relief and how and how much they can think and feel in this life.
The Drug War has turned America into the world's first "Indignocracy," where our most basic rights can be vetoed by a misinformed public. That's how scheming racist politicians put an end to the 4th amendment to the US Constitution.
Mad in America solicits personal stories about people trying to get off of antidepressants, but they will not publish your story if you want to use entheogenic medicines to help you. They're afraid their readers can't handle the truth.
If religious liberty existed, we would be able to use the inspiring phenethylamines created by Alexander Shulgin in the same way and for the same reasons as the Vedic people of India used soma.
Meanwhile, no imaginable downside could persuade westerners that guns and alcohol were too dangerous. Yet the DEA lies about almost all psychoactive drugs, saying there are no good uses. That's a lie! Then they pass laws that keep us from disproving their puritanical conclusion.
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The Drug Warriors say: "Don't tread on me! (That said, please continue to tell me what plants I can use, how much pain relief I can get, and whether my religion is true or not.)"
I can think of no greater intrusion than to deny a person autonomy over how they think and feel in life. It is sort of a meta-intrusion, the mother of all anti-democratic intrusions.
There are no merely recreational drugs. All drugs that elate have obvious potential uses for the depressed.
Almost all talk about the supposed intractability of things like addiction are exercises in make-believe. The pundits pretend that godsend medicines do not exist, thus normalizing prohibition by implying that it does not limit progress. It's a tacit form of collaboration.
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