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VICE: I’ve read that Leonard was also working as a DEA informant. I find it amazing that two of the world’s most powerful drug dealers were both working for the DEA independently, unbeknownst to each other. Did Todd give you the impression that the DEA is closely involved with the distribution of Schedule I drugs?
Krystal: Yes, absolutely. He would say those exact words. At the top of the pyramid there is no division between drug distribution and drug enforcement. Fifty-four percent of the prison population are sentenced for drug-related offenses. The assets of those prisoners, and the money they draw through the court system, is absolutely enormous. Without chemists to produce drugs, the DEA cannot profit off busts. If they bust people at the lower echelons while retaining the production at the top, they can sustain the agency. Without these chemists, the entire organization would disintegrate.
Bear (Owsley) Stanley ‘Reflections’ - Episode 1
Speaking openly about his life, LSD, DMT and politics
recorded Nov. 2009
h/t crucifytheego
Owsley “Bear” Stanley with Jerry Garcia
So long Bear, thanks for all the fish!
Owsley “Bear” Stanley, a 1960s counterculture figure who flooded the flower power scene with LSD and was an early benefactor of the Grateful Dead, died in a car crash in his adopted home country of Australia Today, 3/13/2011.
“He made acid so pure and wonderful that people like Jimi Hendrix wrote hit songs about it and others named their band in its honor,” former rock ‘n’ roll tour manager Sam Cutler wrote in his 2008 memoirs “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.”
Stanley briefly managed the Grateful Dead, and oversaw every aspect of their live sound at a time when little thought was given to amplification in public venues. His tape recordings of Dead concerts were turned into live albums.
The Dead wrote about him in their song “Alice D. Millionaire” after a 1967 arrest prompted a newspaper to describe Stanley as an “LSD millionaire.” Steely Dan’s 1976 single “Kid Charlemagne” was loosely inspired by Stanley’s exploits.
According to a 2007 profile in the San Francisco Chronicle, Stanley started cooking LSD after discovering the recipe in a chemistry journal at the University of California, Berkeley.
The police raided his first lab in 1966, but Stanley successfully sued for the return of his equipment. After a marijuana bust in 1970, he went to prison for two years.
“I wound up doing time for something I should have been rewarded for,” he told the Chronicle’s Joel Selvin. “What I did was a community service, the way I look at it. I was punished for political reasons. Absolutely meaningless. Was I a criminal? No. I was a good member of society. Only my society and the one making the laws are different.” - Reuters
How is ego death on LSD compared to mushrooms?
I’ve never ego deathed on LSD and usually stray away from it completely in general, but I am kind of curious. My experience on mushrooms was pretty much the mushroom sitting me down, slapping me in the face, telling me I know nothing and am nothing until I finally was just a blank entity observing my environment. If anyone has experience with ego death via LSD (especially if you have experienced it on mushrooms as well) I would love to hear your experience.
At first panic set in. My heart raced, I could feel the charged blood pulsate through my limbs. I watched as my life flashed before my eyes. Every major life choice made and experience I had up until that exact moment played out in my head over and over again. Growing up, parents, school, friends, lovers, rebellion, college, live music, festivals, psychedelics, and so on. I could fast forward and rewind through my life like an old vhs. I have no idea what a heart attack feels like it but I was basically counting down the moments until mine occurred on a good friends living room floor. Not to panic the other trippers, I tried to remain as calm on the outside as possible but in my mind I felt as though I was having a full fledged panic attack. In my head, I began to make peace with my family and friends, starting with my Mother. I apologized for rebelling against them growing up and wearing their patience thin. As my heart continued to speed up, I prepared for it to explode out of my chest and onto the cold hardwood floor.
And then complete loss of gravity set in. Just as I expected my heart to stop and for me to lose consciousness, I began to float. My flesh and bones became waves of energy and I was floating through space, my surroundings completely gone around me. I could feel the rotation of the Earth, and although I was rotating with it, I could just as easily fight the natural motion and swim up current. The only part of me that was intact, besides my consciousness, was the cavity fillings in my skull. That is how I could tell I was floating through space energy, because the only thing offering any resistance what so ever, were my metal fillings, like getting an X-Ray.
I spent the next hour or so on another realm of consciousness. I could feel everyone else’s consciousnesses around me, and found myself reading their minds. Everyone’s presence was so much bigger than their bodies, our thoughts bulged through the outer walls of the house and into the quiet night. I watched as the electricity shot down the power lines, and I could hitch a ride with it.
I started to come back down to reality. I opened my eyes and apparently I had been making a few noises during my journey that sounded like I was holding on to my pillow for dear life. My arms and jaw were tired from flexing for an hour or two straight, and I tried to relax. When I reassured my friends that I was indeed OK and my experience was overall a positive one, the attitude changed from worry to excitement. They knew I had another one of my nights, and were anxious to hear it about it in the days to follow. I spent much of the rest of the night watching the pores on my skin dance and having a tough time determining where my skin ended and the air around me began.
A cold, interesting night well spent in Vermont.
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Reblogged from These, my friends, are pictures of “The first legitimate therapeautic LSD shipment in over 35 years”. From MAPS.org
Actual LSD from Dr. Peter Gasser’s MAPS’ Sponsored Swiss LSD/End-of-Life Anxiety Study. Dr. Gasser with the first legitimate therapeautic LSD shipment in over 35 years! LSD in bottles for each of the 12 subjects in the study.
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“I believe that with the advent of acid, we discovered a new way to think, and it has to do with piecing together new thoughts in your mind. Why is it that people think it’s so evil? What is it about it that scares people so deeply, even the guy that invented it, what is it? Because they’re afraid that there’s more to reality than they have ever confronted. That there are doors that they’re afraid to go in, and they don’t want us to go in there either, because if we go in we might learn something that they don’t know. And that makes us a little out of their control.”
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“I got high on psychedelics before I was ever drunk. I never smoked. Then LSD came by. And to me it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened… And, of course, the best drugs ever were manufactured by the government. … LSD lets you in on something. When you’re tripping, the idea of race disappears; the idea of sex disappears; you don’t even know what species you are sometimes. And I don’t know of anybody who hasn’t come back from that being more humane, more thoughtful, more understanding.”
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