Basically, you can't be tripping balls all day, that wouldn't go well.
But if I understand the idea properly, you wouldn't use it like a traditional depression medication (ie, on a regular basis, every day), but rather it's a tool to trigger a therapeutic experience that ideally will allow you to deal with issues plaguing you, and perhaps lead to beating your depression.
At least from my own personal experiences with shrooms, LSD, and ecstasy, it seems like a viable solution. I've dealt with some big stuff over the years by taking a little trip and working through it all during/after. Hell, I credit a good acid trip with changing my entire attitude towards my marriage and making it work again (and improve).
Anecdotal personal story: shrooms changed my life.
I don't mean this in a reverential or even mystical sense, I mean like it was a hard neurochemical reset on the whole brain pan. Like someone took out the Nintendo cartridge in my brain, blew the dust off, and turned the whole thing back on.
I never sought out help prior to this incident. I was never diagnosed or prescribed anything for depression. It was just a kind of morose, cyclical depression that mixed with a couple of other personality issues into one of those unhealthy patterns. Fixating on things, be it games or other activities, overeating, gaining weight, being sad about being fat. Dysfunctional relationships. Just the usual middle class white guy crap.
So one day I go to a Dead show. Not the Grateful Dead, because there's no Jerry, but just the Dead. It's mainly Bob Weir and some other guys. Maybe Phil Lesh was there, I dont remember. Anyways I eat about a quarter of quaint, Mom & Pop shrooms that give me a nice little blue buzz and has me giggling. This is a low level experience. The kind of thing you do when you're going to trip and be in public because you don't want to be out of your brains but you want things to flow for the music.
So right as Terrapin Station is firing up this goddamn wookie, I mean like hasn't seen a shower in a few days, probably offended by the concept of deoderant, turns around and says, "Hey man, you want some shrooms?"
I am precisely at the point where I should not be in charge of anything or making any decisions. I know this because I said yes and when he extended his hand and showed me a mountain of strange, creepy brown mushrooms I grabbed the entire bunch and shoved them in my mouth. Chewbacca stares at me for a few seconds then says, "Wow man, that was a lot of mushrooms." Then he immediately moves away from me. Like how you move away from somebody who you think might be insane or is dangerous.
Thirty minutes later, my hands start shaking. My stomach is doing backflips. And the slow, sad realization hits that I have just eaten a mountain of shrooms, I'm at a Dead show, and there is no way out of this disaster. I sat down, stuck my head between my legs, and just rocked. I had several friends with me and they asked if I was okay and did I want to go to the hospital. I was lucid enough to point out that there wasn't much fucking point to going to a hospital, since they would tell me exactly what I already knew. I'd eaten too many shrooms, to sit down, and just ride it out.
There were a lot of emotions. Like big, sweeping waves of feeling that were both joy and sadness. Then grimmer, more terrifying feelings. Like a rollercoaster of your brain twisting and contorting into different emotional states but with no context, driving force, or meaning. Then the hallucinations started. Not like, oh there are pink dragons giggling fun. What's going on when you trip is that the divisions between your conscious and unconscious mind, between happy and sad, between friend and foe, are starting to break down.
A lot of it I don't remember well. A lot of are personal details I'm not repeating because they're private. But what I remember most distinctly was when my brain started to impose its own trial on itself. As in, all these different people that looked like me all sat around debating what to do with me. And what they thought was the best course of action. And all these different versions of me, including several girl versions, pointed out all these things I'd forgotten. We talked a very long time.
I think I snapped out of this mental state after about three hours when Bob Weir was doing a solo for 'Lovelight' and I stood up. I was pretty shakey and fried for a few more hours and ate a triple decker at Wendy's followed by sleeping for a very long time. And then I decided it was time to change my life.
I didn't magically become a better person afterwards. But the point at which I broke free from the sad cycle of my personal issues and began the upward climb into what I like to think is a positive, independent entity began that day.
Same here. I'm still 'using' or 'relying on' the immensely positive experience I had with MDMA (ecstasy without speed?) a couple of years ago. I've always struggled with varying levels of depression. But the way it all just seemed to lift for a precious few hours was extremely enlightening indeed.
The "hard reset" is how its been described in other cases as well when doing treatment. IIRC it gelped w PTSD as well.
Anecdotal personal story: shrooms changed my life.
I don't mean this in a reverential or even mystical sense, I mean like it was a hard neurochemical reset on the whole brain pan. Like someone took out the Nintendo cartridge in my brain, blew the dust off, and turned the whole thing back on.
I never sought out help prior to this incident. I was never diagnosed or prescribed anything for depression. It was just a kind of morose, cyclical depression that mixed with a couple of other personality issues into one of those unhealthy patterns. Fixating on things, be it games or other activities, overeating, gaining weight, being sad about being fat. Dysfunctional relationships. Just the usual middle class white guy crap.
So one day I go to a Dead show. Not the Grateful Dead, because there's no Jerry, but just the Dead. It's mainly Bob Weir and some other guys. Maybe Phil Lesh was there, I dont remember. Anyways I eat about a quarter of quaint, Mom & Pop shrooms that give me a nice little blue buzz and has me giggling. This is a low level experience. The kind of thing you do when you're going to trip and be in public because you don't want to be out of your brains but you want things to flow for the music.
So right as Terrapin Station is firing up this goddamn wookie, I mean like hasn't seen a shower in a few days, probably offended by the concept of deoderant, turns around and says, "Hey man, you want some shrooms?"
I am precisely at the point where I should not be in charge of anything or making any decisions. I know this because I said yes and when he extended his hand and showed me a mountain of strange, creepy brown mushrooms I grabbed the entire bunch and shoved them in my mouth. Chewbacca stares at me for a few seconds then says, "Wow man, that was a lot of mushrooms." Then he immediately moves away from me. Like how you move away from somebody who you think might be insane or is dangerous.
Thirty minutes later, my hands start shaking. My stomach is doing backflips. And the slow, sad realization hits that I have just eaten a mountain of shrooms, I'm at a Dead show, and there is no way out of this disaster. I sat down, stuck my head between my legs, and just rocked. I had several friends with me and they asked if I was okay and did I want to go to the hospital. I was lucid enough to point out that there wasn't much fucking point to going to a hospital, since they would tell me exactly what I already knew. I'd eaten too many shrooms, to sit down, and just ride it out.
There were a lot of emotions. Like big, sweeping waves of feeling that were both joy and sadness. Then grimmer, more terrifying feelings. Like a rollercoaster of your brain twisting and contorting into different emotional states but with no context, driving force, or meaning. Then the hallucinations started. Not like, oh there are pink dragons giggling fun. What's going on when you trip is that the divisions between your conscious and unconscious mind, between happy and sad, between friend and foe, are starting to break down.
A lot of it I don't remember well. A lot of are personal details I'm not repeating because they're private. But what I remember most distinctly was when my brain started to impose its own trial on itself. As in, all these different people that looked like me all sat around debating what to do with me. And what they thought was the best course of action. And all these different versions of me, including several girl versions, pointed out all these things I'd forgotten. We talked a very long time.
I think I snapped out of this mental state after about three hours when Bob Weir was doing a solo for 'Lovelight' and I stood up. I was pretty shakey and fried for a few more hours and ate a triple decker at Wendy's followed by sleeping for a very long time. And then I decided it was time to change my life.
I didn't magically become a better person afterwards. But the point at which I broke free from the sad cycle of my personal issues and began the upward climb into what I like to think is a positive, independent entity began that day.
I didn't magically become a better person afterwards. But the point at which I broke free from the sad cycle of my personal issues and began the upward climb into what I like to think is a positive, independent entity began that day.
Thank you for sharing this, great story man. I truly think they would help me too, I just need to get my hands on some. My anxiety and depression are so crippling at times and I think I'd benefit supremely from some mushrooms. Just reading your experience helped in some way. So again, I thank you sir.
Thank you for sharing this, great story man. I truly think they would help me too, I just need to get my hands on some. My anxiety and depression are so crippling at times and I think I'd benefit supremely from some mushrooms. Just reading your experience helped in some way. So again, I thank you sir.
with my history of mushrooms i don't think I'd enjoy two non-tripping psychiatrists studying me while I tripping balls.
I would recommend MDMA for a depression, at first, because it's much smoother than most psychedelics.
I wouldn't recommend that from my personal anecdotal experience. With clinical depression people are already low on serotonine and MDMA drains serotonine reserves even more. I tried it once, the experience was nice but when i came down i felt extremely depressed and sad in the days after.
Honestly nobody should experiment on their own with mind alterating substances when suffering from depressions or anxiety.
That is only a sideeffect if you take "dirty drugs", at least imo!
BUT everybody's different and I sure as hell ain't a doctor, so DO NOT LISTEN TO ME.
You have a factually wrong opnion then. MDMA does deplete serotonine (this is a fact,) serotonine depletion makes you more depressed (another fact.)
How one deals with said "depression" though, is indeed an everybody is different thing. (Probably also dependent on the dosage and your natural serotonine level, which is why I wouldn't go recommending high MDMA dosages to depressed people (non depressed people? Aim for the moon, it's a blast! (just stop shy of too far, that's no fun :/))
I only got really depressed afterwards, after taking a pill, not pure MDMA.
Pills usually have amfetamines in them, which will leave you more physically drained and thus more susceptible to the depression. (I hate amfetamines, most pointless type of drug there is (in a recreational context.))
Meditation and/or drugs may be peoples only gateway to profound peace that's available right now, in any given moment. Too bad both of these but especially psychotropics are looked at as some kind of taboo.
I think the lack of deconstructing boundaries made by the mind and by thought is the progenitor cause for most suffering on this earth today, so if this stuff even helps one person begin that effort, twerk on, homies.
Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behaviour and information processing. They open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.
― Terence McKenna
I say all of this as someone who's never taken a drug, sans caffeine, in my entire life, but the weight in that quote is still clear ether.
Meditation and/or drugs may be peoples only gateway to profound peace that's available right now, in any given moment. Too bad both of these but especially psychotropics are looked at as some kind of taboo.
I think the lack of deconstructing boundaries made by the mind and by thought is the progenitor cause for most suffering on this earth today, so if this stuff even helps one person begin that effort, twerk on, homies.
Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behaviour and information processing. They open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.
― Terence McKenna
I say all of this as someone who's never taken a drug, sans caffeine, in my entire life, but the weight in that quote is still clear ether.
I've done shrooms a couple times and acid a couple times. I enjoyed the experience and would definitely do both again, with friends of course, and in a relaxing environment. I thought the effects on the brain to be weird, interesting and cool. I was playing pool when they kicked in (my first time) and I felt as if my arm was on the other side of the room. I didn't, however, find it life changing or mind blowing. For me, it's fun for the half day it's acting on you, then back to normal.
I can see its use in medicine to help depression and I hope doctors and scientists are able to get a better understanding on how these drugs can help psychological disorders.
Have you broken those boundaries through mediation cos you're pretty spot on.
I can say I grasp a good deal of this intellectually, especially the arguments against the notion of a separate self, where I would argue much of the problem begins. If we make incorrect perceptions of ourselves, and every user on this forum has done this to some degree, we then have a lens of perception that we make with the rest of the world in a false manner. There can be no "I" in addition or even cut off from the rest of the organism, and breaking that is the first step to seeing peace can be found here, yet most think of themselves in this very unaccountable way. Most of our problems begin with a fixed image that is somehow permanent enough to be carried from past to future, or even has free will beyond present happenings. The problem here is we take this conceptualized "I" as being the real you, as if it's an organ behind the eyes and between the ears, thus become drag queens to prior causes, images, and conceptions that we either attach ourselves to, or averse ourselves to. We think of this image as a thinker to thought, feeler of feeling, or worse still, an experiencer of experience, doer of deeds, and haver of things. That's where we get the problem of "bondage" as inferred in contemplative disciplines. This leads into the whole live for the future problem, because one's happiness depends on the fixed ego being a possessor of goodies, which is almost always through acquisition. It also makes death a spook, because one may think of themselves as experiencers after death, and that their isolated flame vanishes. The mistake from the very beginning is making a false image that is isolated, both in the mind and from reality.
I have had a few meditative experiences that have gotten somewhat deep, I'd say. There's the atypical "where was 'you'?" type of meditations that show the futility of being a separate observer that has to peer into experience, and another one that stood out to me was one where the boundaries between my head and the room weren't as discernible as we typically object-ify the world as bitted elements.
In fact, my inquiry into this stuff started with basic self-inquiry. At one point in my life I was incredibly depressed and wanted to die, but I ended up asking the question "If I can't stand myself, what is the I that stands away from myself?" only to realize these were merely ideas and images held too firmly. It was my first peering into seeing the boundaries I conceptualized myself to be weren't exactly accountable as true features to reality. Of course, my example is minor, and people may have traumatic or even chronic experiences where this type of inquiry is not as easy as it was for me. This is why people need a gimmick, and I would say drugs or meditation are gimmicks to decondition the dirty lens we put over our perception of the world.
I hope my rambling had some coherency, and answered a bit of your inquiry, friend.
TL;dr the I that experiences really only experiences and doesnt really do anything except listen to what neurons in the brain tell it to do, feel, experience, see etc. and we should all understand how little control we really have and move forward with a realistic view of human behavior (sorry if i mangled your description).
I got 20g of magic truffles and two tabs of 1p-lsd in the mail yesterday. I'm waiting for the weekend to try one tab of 1p-lcd. It's a research chemical, meaning it's very new, and legal at the moment. Every review I've read says It is exactly the same as lsd-25. The truffles are also legal where I live. Every drug is legal where I live actually (Portugal).
I did a lot of research, I know all about set and setting. I've been doing a lot reading about the brain and the mind these past couple of years. A lot of Sam Harris, a lot of Alan Watts. Intellectually I think I understand the concept of the self being an illusion. The arguments for it make logical sense but I've yet to feel it. Hopefully I'll be able to improve that situation this weekend.
I can say I grasp a good deal of this intellectually, especially the arguments against the notion of a separate self, where I would argue much of the problem begins. If we make incorrect perceptions of ourselves, and every user on this forum has done this to some degree, we then have a lens of perception that we make with the rest of the world in a false manner. There can be no "I" in addition or even cut off from the rest of the organism, and breaking that is the first step to seeing peace can be found here, yet most think of themselves in this very unaccountable way. Most of our problems begin with a fixed image that is somehow permanent enough to be carried from past to future, or even has free will beyond present happenings. The problem here is we take this conceptualized "I" as being the real you, as if it's an organ behind the eyes and between the ears, thus become drag queens to prior causes, images, and conceptions that we either attach ourselves to, or averse ourselves to. We think of this image as a thinker to thought, feeler of feeling, or worse still, an experiencer of experience, doer of deeds, and haver of things. That's where we get the problem of "bondage" as inferred in contemplative disciplines. This leads into the whole live for the future problem, because one's happiness depends on the fixed ego being a possessor of goodies, which is almost always through acquisition. It also makes death a spook, because one may think of themselves as experiencers after death, and that their isolated flame vanishes. The mistake from the very beginning is making a false image that is isolated, both in the mind and from reality.
I have had a few meditative experiences that have gotten somewhat deep, I'd say. There's the atypical "where was 'you'?" type of meditations that show the futility of being a separate observer that has to peer into experience, and another one that stood out to me was one where the boundaries between my head and the room weren't as discernible as we typically object-ify the world as bitted elements. But most of my understanding is intellectually, as I have said earlier.
In fact, my inquiry into this stuff started with basic self-inquiry. At one point in my life I was incredibly depressed and wanted to die, but I ended up asking the question "If I can't stand myself, what is the I that stands away from myself?" only to realize these were merely ideas and images held too firmly. It was my first peering into seeing the boundaries I conceptualized myself to be weren't exactly accountable as true features to reality. Of course, my example is minor, and people may have traumatic or even chronic experiences where this type of inquiry is not as easy as it was for me. This is why people need a gimmick, and I would say drugs or meditation are gimmicks to decondition the dirty lens we put over our perception of the world. If we can say based in the sciences that consciousness is inherently self-less, and that this universe is more of a unity instead of a divided, cut off mess, we need a means of perception that follows and accepts these facts. Thinking otherwise is how and why we've suffered.
I hope my rambling had some coherency, and answered a bit of your inquiry, friend.
I like to imagine a future where you hire on a trip guide for your patients who builds music playlists, compiles imagery, etc, all to guide each person on the ideal trip for dealing with what ails them.
Hopefully someday i can feel what you guys are talking about.Yup, similar mindset as well. I can meditate on the intellectual aspect like you say but with psychedelics those walls just come crashing down. Concepts like money, and job titles just became so absurd that I laughed and laughed the more I thought about it. It can be intense especially on LSD, one part of my trip felt like I was spending days just tripping, another I got under my sheets and it felt like that Bed scene in that movie Trainspotting.
It's definitely the mind trip that changes you. It makes you realize that your life isn't really that bad and other people in the world have it much worse that you.
It's a shame the effects aren't permanent though. The depression may come creeping back a year later.
I feel that the trip part is where the breakthrough happens. I remember a documentary about early clinical LSD tests where the one constant among the subjects was a remarkable loss of materialism.Unless they isolate the depression fighting part from the trippy part this won't become a mainstrean alternative to antidepressants.
Set and setting are very important. The couple of bad trips I had were mainly from external forces.I like to imagine a future where you hire on a trip guide for your patients who builds music playlists, compiles imagery, etc, all to guide each person on the ideal trip for dealing with what ails them.
yo I think about this ALL THE TIME
I want to do this for a living
Yup, similar mindset as well. I can meditate on the intellectual aspect like you say but with psychedelics those walls just come crashing down. Concepts like money, and job titles just became so absurd that I laughed and laughed the more I thought about it.