 It's no measure of good health to be well adjusted in a profoundly sick society. My sons have had a spiritual allergic reaction to the toxic world that we live in. There are no good or bad drugs. There are just good or bad policies. Actually, there's some substances out there that could be part of the solution. One of these solutions could be psychedelic-assisted therapy. Everyone's always talked about of poor drug users. It's this lack of autonomy. It's like, well actually, people are using these substances because they're working. I ended up having, in 10 days, had three ceremonial doses of Iboga. My depression and suicidal ideation had switched off after one evening spent with this medicine. I felt completely blocked. I felt trapped. And after sitting with this medicine, I could see a way forward. Hope returned. She lifted my head and held under my chin and sang in my face. It sang and I felt a change on a cellular level in my body. The tears changed. Something changed from pain to love. I understood then that there's no amount of talk therapy can touch that kind of stuff. But it's magic. These medicines are magic. I would also like to work towards a future maybe way one day. We can go out, we can connect in nature, we can harvest our own medicines, and we can bring them back and use them in legal ceremony in a meaningful way. That's the future I would like to see.