“I realize I’ve been … a kind of psychedelic Philistine. Perhaps it was my slightly romanticized, somewhat pantheistic, sense of all this…” Part two of Michael C. Blumenthal’s essay on the psychedelic experience in mid-age.
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“I was scared and apprehensive, as anyone who dabbles in the sacred ought to be, when … I, for the first time in 15 years, ingested a small clear capsule containing 250 micrograms of the substance known as LSD.” Michael C. Blumenthal on ‘the psychedelic experience in mid-age’.
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“I walk around, circling the demi-gods / From previous lives, when syllables would sing / The passions of my youth…” Weekend poem, by Michael C. Blumenthal.
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