Our new paper shows #psilocybin has similar long-term antidepressant effects as the #SSRI escitalopram but leads to greater improvements in psychosocial functioning, connectedness, and life meaning. Published in Lancet @EClinMedicine. 🧵1/10

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11/ Now comes the real question: how do I carry this back into the everyday?. How do you stay connected to moments of clarity when life gets noisy?.Would love your advice.

10/ It’s been a few days and something has deeply shifted. My thoughts are quieter. I feel more #present than I can remember. Absorbed in eyes, in trees, in the sea. In that looking, I feel in love with the world itself, just as it is.

9/ Then flashes: a wedding, a family, a book carrying my work into the world. Were they wishful thinking? Or glimpses of what may unfold?.I don’t know. And I don’t need to. Life will tell.

8/ When I surfaced, fragments of memory came with me. I was a #child again, my mother singing softly, the first imprint of love, the template I would later chase in others. Deep #tears came down my eyes. As if my whole body remembered just being born.

7/I can say it felt like death. I can say it felt like union. But words fall apart under the weight of it. The best I can offer is this: it was as if the very structure that holds reality together had briefly opened itself and let me see what lies beneath.

6/ And dissolve I did. Like a cliff breaking into the sea, I was gone. What remained was not “me,” but an endless ocean of white light. Boundless. Infinite. Brief islands of “me” appeared, only to dissolve again into boundless awareness.

5/ I felt I was dying, witnessing the ceremony of my own #death. I whispered: don’t sink, surrender… just go. Slowly I gave in. Like making #love at its deepest, when you finally give up control and merge completely.

4/ The come-up hit like a tide, heavy waves pulsing through my body. My hands trembled, panic crept in: too much, I thought, I’ve gone too far. A #facilitator held my hand, pressed along my body, and played the drum. deep, steady, like an anchor in the storm.

3/ I was nervous. I had studied this for years. I knew the implications. I was pushing my #consciousness into a territory I neither knew, nor could predict or control.

2/ After a first introductory #ceremony, the lead guide leaned in with a suggestion: go high. She said I had a strong mind, and that if I wanted to see beyond its grasp, I’d need to push past it. So I did: 5.5 grams of mushrooms, the “heroic dose” Terence McKenna once named.

1/ I had my first heroic #psilocybin journey. 5.5 grams of mushrooms. Surrender, death, unity, love. Some reflections about it. Held with care by @BeckleyRetreats .

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