Lsd Inspirational Quotes

Beauty was a chameleon with peacock feathers.

In 1934, Bill W., cofounder of AA [Alcoholics Anonymous], was treated for his alcoholism with a hallucinogenic belladonna alkaloid. The resulting mystical experience led him to become sober and inspired him to write the book and cofound the organization that have changed the lives of so many millions around the world. In the 1950's Bill W underwent LSD therapy, and found his experience so inspiring that the sought to have the drug made part of the AA program.

Fadiman theorizes that this is because of the way LSD operates on the brain. The drug provides a remarkable clarity of focus. It inspires transformation not globally but in the object of your intention. If, for example, you take the drug in a psychotherapeutic set and setting, you will focus on personal issues and may gain insights relevant to your emotional life. If you take the drug anticipating a spiritual experience and in a spiritually encouraging environment, you may have a transcendent mystical experience that causes you to re-evaluate your place in the universe. If, however, you focus on a specific intellectual problem, it is there that your insights will reside. This

Even the 1960's drug LSD is synthesized from a natural rye fungus called ergot. Incidentally, it's been proposed by some historians that the European witch hunts may have been a result of so-called witches hallucinating after eating ergot-molded rye. The theory is that their antics were caused by inadvertent "bad trips," which resulted in these unfortunate wretches being branded as witches, with up to one hundred thousand burned to death. Some might argue that heroin and LSD are examples of biomimicry gone wrong, but I believe the fault is with humans choosing to synthesize and distribute these molecules without consideration and management of their consequences.

Intrigued, Hofmann decided a few days later to conduct an experiment on himself—not an uncommon practice at the time. Proceeding with what he thought was extreme caution, he ingested 0.25 milligrams—a milligram is one-thousandth of a gram—of LSD dissolved in a glass of water. This would represent a minuscule dose of any other drug, but LSD, it turns out, is one of the most potent psychoactive compounds ever discovered, active at doses measured in micrograms—that is, one thousandth of a milligram. This surprising fact would soon inspire scientists to look for, and eventually find, the brain receptors and the endogenous chemical—serotonin—that activates them like a key in a lock, as a way to explain how such a small number of molecules could have such a profound effect on the mind. In this and other ways, Hofmann’s discovery helped to launch modern brain science in the 1950s.

That quantities of LSD measured in micrograms could produce symptoms resembling psychosis inspired brain scientists to search for the neurochemical basis of mental disorders previously believed to be psychological in origin.

Slowing down was how we remembered what we never wanted to forget.

Some used drugs to silence the pain, others used them to feel the pain they silenced.

Growth was often written in eraser.

Those who aren’t looking for help aren’t at the point where they need it yet. It’s everyone else who’s acting out of fear instead understanding.

The sun doesn’t rise, we do.

Art was how artists were able to breathe.

We were quick to forget we didn’t forget quickly.

Many of us chose to starve ourselves with what we ingested.

We could walk away from what we didn’t like, we didn’t have to wait for hatred.

Immaturity enjoyed no excuse, nor did it have an age limit.

Looking to others for deliverance from what we created only created enemies.

Over-assisting was the gentlest form of mutual sabotage.

Those who hated in haste found life hard to love.

Using our trauma as an excuse to cause trauma to others was inexcusable.

Being ourselves was the easiest path to choose, although not the easiest to see through til the end.

Some battles were fought to remind us war was fought first.

Intelligence was odd that way: some were taught it was important, others it was a waste of time.

Excessive noise-making was a cry for attention, a deficiency of purpose and fulfillment expressed.

Wasting time only compounded wasted energy.

The heat of Summer wouldn’t suit us if we were dressed for the chill of Autumn.

The processes growing and building us collectively, broke and rebuilt us individually.

Escaped ignorance was sexy.

Some wanted to be free, others wanted to be taken care of.

Self-discovery became self-deprecation when invitations were extended to our internal dialogue prematurely.

Nothing lost was needed to move forward.

Walking with a crutch made it easier, it didn’t teach us how.

In the book John Barleycorn, he describes, with quite some clarity, his drinking in his youth—he died of complications related to being an alcoholic. He talks about this point where he’s so drunk he drinks himself sober, and it’s this psychedelic ‘white light’ experience of reality because his neurology is so rearranged that it’s similar to being on LSD. I found that inspirational—not the drinking! The state of mind.