Magic mushrooms, LSD, psilocybin, mescaline – these randy vitamins tiptoed into American culture in the crew-cut 1950s and were taken up by poets, musicians – and enthusiastic researchers. By the early ‘60s hundreds of papers had been written on LSD’s promise in the realm of mental health care, and the studies continued to proliferate. Meanwhile, the rising youth revolution’s firehose rejection of the previous gen’s value system inspired a manic search for meaning, and the neuro-metaphysics of chemistry sidled into that wheelhouse. By 1970 a steamrolling moral panic had set in, and the hammer came down that year. The new federal Controlled Substances Act classified psychotropics as Schedule I compounds; substances with no currently accepted medical use. In plainer language, they were federally banned.
“Consciousness expansion” had by that time infiltrated the culture. Why hadn’t the revolutionary experiment taken hold? In part because the Establishment had made that whirlwind, self-seeking decade a fugitive enterprise, its detractors snarling about the evils of being stoned, and laying groundwork for criminalization. These Centurions of Clear Thinking would then drive home from work, loosen their collective necktie and start in on the single malt hooch. In this framework, “consciousness expanding” includes two fingers of Glenlivet, neat. Breaking into the twilit room that adjoins this one has been an imaginative and spiritual pursuit for millennia, and in modern times a target of will o’ the wisp policing.
Therapy Tripping
Tell’s idea that we move measuredly toward a rational and normalized interweaving of psychedelics into the Everyday may sound crazy on its face, but that thinking has, for decades now, been part of a lively social movement; and an arguable component of research. “We’ve just gone through some amazing studies and actually FDA clinical trials, if you can believe it,” Tell says ardently. Data-driven studies on the healing efficacies of psychedelics – from PTSD therapies to depression, and from substance abuse disorders to palliative care for the terminally ill – are avidly underway in literally hundreds of universities around the world; fly-by-night diploma mills with names like Yale, Stanford, UC Berkeley – and of course Catholic University of the Sacred Heart in Milan, Italy. “We’re going to have prescribable MDMA and prescribable psilocybin mushrooms soon,” Tell says. “That’s thanks to the good work that’s been happening on these campuses now for decades.” Through a model of education, filter-free community, and shared purpose, Jacob Tell’s District216 is in a position to rationally help catalyze and organize what’s surely coming. Tell’s brutally corporatist title at D216 prefigures the new world. “My official title is Chief Dreamer.”
Campus Point
UCSB student Jacob Tell found his “doors of perception” while dabbling at Campus Point; the lovely bluff-and-beach interface that marks the campus’ southernmost Pacific promontory. The young man had sipped a few drinks in high school, but in the category leaving one’s cranium and heading for the spheres, Tell was a babe in the chemical woods. “In college I discovered cannabis and psychedelics – psilocybin mushrooms first, then LSD, MDMA, mescalin…” When he took in a Phish concert, his spiritual aspect ratio went IMAX©. “The experience combined psilocybin mushrooms and that loving community – and that was the watershed. Through the live interaction between the band and the fans … I saw suddenly what was possible, and it was everything. My philosophy in business, in life, in creating things, became YES…AND. It’s what animates the improvisational standup comedian, the musician. YES. It’s about taking the leap and learning how an idea can evolve and become the best idea possible.”
Making Lemonade
The scales had fallen from Tell’s eyes, but his Road to Damascus would yet feature many switchbacks. In 2001 Tell and Sean Campos founded Oniracom, a Santa Barbara-based webdev outfit that would become a many-faceted, crazily successful creative services agency. Its unlikely origin story is best summarized on their website: “…we started on the road, running merchandise, technology, and fan engagement for incredible musicians, management groups, and record labels. In the upturned faces of crowds across the globe, we saw deep emotional connection…” Oniracom quickly became the go-to for a spate of record labels and artists who saw in the company’s boutique skill sets a way to bridge the gap between artist and fan; that is, to replicate what had so positively shaken Tell at those early psilocybin-tinted concerts.