And why do I know that? Whispers through the DMT (grape)vine. But it didn’t start like that. - My understanding of psychedelic was all based on hearsay up to a few weeks ago. Rumours about magic eyes, the insights that it’ll yield, a revelation about the life we’ve (un)consciously led and the injuries it’ll do to our egos. It seems like a grand adventure. Not that I wasn’t afraid. I’ve found stories online that may put off the mildly curious. A pair of teens on psilocybin in Bali walked right...