I listened to the whole thing, more or less, and couldnât help but cry a stingy male tears.
Why is that in one country there is full-blown legalize going on, and researches of psychedelics in an unbiased, open-minded fashion, and in other countries, well, you know. A total hopelessness about all that.
Why is that Iâm forced to remain silent about my own researches and findings, while some other guy gets a bloody HOUR-LONG INTERVIEW about his opinion on psilocybin therapy and itâs benefits?
I canât even share my experience with family, my own blood, for they will ostracize me, never ever getting to the fact that I want to help them. My father, for instance, would benefit from a few good mushroom sessions, since he is simultaneously having no will to live on and great fear of death, like half the bloody population over 60 years here!
Itâs a shoutout, I really canât express myself enough to anyone around me right now.
And we, who know the effects of psilocybin and âbeen thereâ, are mostly restricted from one another by fear of criminal charges!
Mental health is in short supply here. I donât support any conspiracy theories, but it seems like everyone is content with the system where the society fills the young heads with truly dreadful biases and contradictions, forcing their eyes to perceive the world as an fighting arena, where you eat another or being eaten. Then it flips that heads to work for a two or three decades, all the while dulling the sense of âsomething isnât rightâ with only allowed drug - alcohol, and then it just spits them out - broken, used, deprived of power, unable even to hope - I see them in hundreds every day, and my heart goes out for them. But then I know if I canât even help my father, whoâs been thought that maw of darkness, I canât help any of them.
Willing to trade some beans for cube spores. 
