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Unwanted gifts, mainly concerned with economic/legal/drugs policy in Africa. Could be of interest to someone here? Let me know.

It would be nice to see some folks from here submit something, Poetry and artworks are also fine and can be done via the submissions page.

Hi fine SAB folks. I do not get much time for writing but i did recently finish something many here might be interested in. Thanks to the SAB and EGA crew that help me on this also, full list of credits in the acknowledgement page for the article. It is a three-part series on Melbourne's Forgotten Psychedelic Era, we explore the city’s key role in the early days of psychedelic-assisted therapy, focusing on its historical and cultural context. I hope you enjoy it. Click on the titles below to access each part of the series. Part One: The Rise of Psychedelic Therapy The first section explores the initial optimism surrounding the use of psychedelics in therapy. Melbourne's Newhaven Private Hospital became a hub for this experimental approach, led by psychiatrists like Dr. Lance Howard Whitaker. The section highlights how these substances were seen as revolutionary tools for understanding and treating mental illnesses. It introduces key figures such as Albert Hofmann, who discovered LSD, and Dr. Stanislav Grof, a pioneer in psychedelic psychotherapy. However, as the substances gained popularity, societal and governmental backlash grew, leading to increasing regulation and eventual prohibition. Part Two: Personal Stories and Transformative Potential In Part Two of our recent series on Melbourne's Forgotten Psychedelic Era, we delve into the personal experiences of individuals like Evelyn Harrison, who underwent psilocybin-assisted therapy at Newhaven Private Hospital. Under the care of Dr. William Richards, Evelyn’s journey from severe postnatal depression to personal empowerment highlights the profound impact psilocybin-assisted psychotherapy can have when all the essential elements are in place. Dr. Howard Whitaker is also discussed in relation to Melbourne's first psychedelic trial at Newhaven. Evelyn’s story is a cornerstone of the article, offering a unique glimpse into the transformative potential of psychedelics and providing a rich perspective on Melbourne's psychedelic history. Part Three: The Dark Side and Lessons Learned In the final chapter of our series on Melbourne's Forgotten Psychedelic Era, we delve into the darker aspects of this period, focusing on the involvement of The Family cult. Led by Anne Hamilton-Byrne, the cult infiltrated Newhaven Private Hospital, using LSD to manipulate and control its members. This misuse of psychedelics significantly contributed to the fear and mistrust that eventually led to the prohibition of these substances. This concluding section also reflects on the ethical failures of the era's psychiatric practices, underscoring the importance of learning from these past mistakes as Australia navigates its current psychedelic renaissance. The article explores how these historical events continue to shape modern attitudes toward psychedelic therapy and the need for rigorous ethical standards in contemporary research. I hope you enjoy the articles 😃

Subs are quite hard to grow in this climate (qld) I plan on buying a climate controlled box, but cubensis might be the simpler way to go. Or even Panaeolus cyanescens (meanies).

Its time to stock up before the Nanny country makes these impossible to get. They are less harmful than alcohol unless you're a nangaholic. Too much of anything is bad. A few people spoil it for the rest as usual.

Back in my days of fiendish behaviour, I noticed with my dispenser (for whipped cream bulbs) very fine particulate matter, dark greyish in colour. Looks like filth to be putting in one's lungs. I'm not sure if the substance was residue from the cream bulbs or the interior of the aluminium dispenser. I wouldn't recommend imbibing directly from a whipped cream dispenser; use a balloon or similar as an intermediary container. I never got to try automotive or hospital grade. N20 rigs in hospitals always include a second canister, containing oxygen, with which it is mixed for safety. I had an intense -- ultimately, horrific -- experience combining N20 with something believed (at the time) to be LSD. It was a very potent combination that led me to abandon psychedelics for at least 10 years. The last thing I remember is throwing the dispenser as far as I could throw.

Ok, here's my nang tales... When I was a teenager back in the late 80s/ early 90s, we started on the bulbs. Then in the early 90s at uni, I graduated to the next level. My buddy and I planned our first mission like a military operation. We cut our way into the medical gas bunker and made off with the prize, an 8000 litre blue tank. We struggled to carry it, but we made it back to safe base. Then the madness began. We went to a rave up near peats ridge, dropped acid, and found the cops had shut it down as we arrived. Shit. Plan B. We knew we had no chance of making it back to Sydney in one piece by then, so we settled on a waterfront carpark in woy woy. An entire night of nitrous acid fueled mayhem ensued. At one point I found myself standing waist deep in the water, just came to like that. Anyway, this pattern continued over many months, we hit the bunker several times until they really beefed up security. So we stepped up to hospitals. Raided a few hospitals of their sweet creamy gas, and partied very very hard. My buddy was living in a residential college, and one day had a cylinder on his bed, lying flat. He couldn't be bothered with any balloons or such and decided to suck straight from the valve. Bad idea. Basic physics really, the level of gas was high, so the liquid level was above the level of the valve. Liquid straight to gaseous phase equals extreme cold. He froze his mouth to the valve. Had to rip his lips free from the metal. Then, the pain started. He was too scared to leave his room, being lipless and all, and he needed pain relief. So he sucked about 6000 litres of nitrous down over the course of a few days. I shudder to think of his bone density now. And I continued. I arranged a raid on a veterinary surgery, and made off with the grand prize. A 17500 litre tank. We had a party the next night, and there was a nitrous room. At first we had a scuba regulator with 4 masks, but after a few hours, we just shut the door, turned on the tank and let the acid and nitrous really take hold. Needless to say, this is not recommended behaviour. By the morning, the tank was dry, and there was a mound of snow round the base that had condensed from the heat exchange. I think that was probably the last time I really went on a nitrous bender, I knew I had to stop by this stage or I'd end up dead. There is nothing. And I mean nothing that compares with excellent acid and medical grade nitrous. I used to travel to past lives, future lives, other people's lives... Ahhh, so many more tales in the vault

It was the jerking off I felt guilty about