Adventures Through Inner Space. “Let’s say you’re a buttoned-down organic-chemistry jockey at Merck. One day

you tweak a molecule ripped off from a Peruvian native medicine, and you wind

up with a powerfully psychoactive compound. Instead of squelching anxiety,

instilling a reliable boner, or giving young minds that magic amphetamine edge,

the drug helps you touch the hem of God — or at least something a lot like the

hem of God. At times it hurtles you into a blazing hieroglyphic phantasmagoria

more sublime and gorgeously bizarre than anything on the demo reels of

Hollywood FX shops. On other occasions it leads you to the lip of a fundamental

insight into the dance of form and emptiness. And though later attempts to

communicate your insight founder on the shoals of coherence, the experience

still leaves you centered and convinced that ordinary life is fed by deeper springs.” An enthused paean by Erik Davis (Techgnosis) to resurgent psychedelic research these days. Feed via AlterNet