I know this is dadjokes, and maybe I’m just being a stickler, but I’m really just tired of the whole “you see scary hallucinations on psychedelics” trope. Maybe because mushrooms have been key to me finally finding peace and joy in my life, and I don’t like when misconceptions about these wonderful drugs spread over the internet.

Really what it comes down to is fear. Fear of something unknown (or even a fear of yourself - repressed homosexuality) breeds hatred. Violence is externalized hatred, which is the ego’s attempt at quelling the fear.

It sounds corny, but the moment folks stop allowing fear to govern their behavior and actions, is the moment when love (lack of fear) can start becoming the norm.

I think therefore I forget