John O’Connor, whom I happened to interview on May 5, explores a similar dynamic unfolding amid today’s psychedelic renaissance—a movement rife with magical thinking that he sees as something of a religious revival—in his delightful and enlightening new book A Short, Strange Trip: An Untold Story of Magic Mushrooms, Madness, and a Search for the Meaning of Life in the Amazon. 

Some Westerners are appropriating sacred plants while divorcing them from the traditions that gave them meaning—“colonizing them in reverse,” as American ethnobotanist Glenn Shepard puts it (p. 211). For example, ayahuasca use, despite widespread belief, may not date back thousands of years. Instead, O’Connor argues that the practice “rarely existed where Indians remained isolated from Western meddling” (p. 222). Its expansion beyond the Río Napo began relatively recently with Jesuit missions in the early 17th century and later accelerated through 19th-century rubber camps along the major river systems of the Amazon Basin. Through Western tourism, ayahuasca has come to be portrayed as “an ancient ritual for slaking our insatiable thirst for Indigenous salvation and/or for increasingly extravagant highs” (p. 223). 

During our meeting, O’Connor told me he does not “think there’s ultimately harm in appropriating a plant if you find it therapeutic, useful, or even life-saving—which a lot of people are reporting these drugs can be.” 

At the same time, he said, “we need to have an honest, good-faith conversation about where these drugs come from, what their actual Indigenous uses are, and what they are.” 

To write the book, which explores humanity’s broader relationship with psychedelics, from ancient religion to modern medicine, O’Connor worked with the Uitoto people to retrace an expedition undertaken some 50 years ago. Into the Colombian rainforest—home to begonias as red as blood and butterflies as wide as hubcaps—ventured scientific researcher Dennis McKenna and his older brother Terence, the visionary whose “tangled beard hung like an oriole’s nest past his chin” (p. xix). Weary of the war on drugs and fueled by utopian fantasies, Terence’s army of psychonauts sought a legendary hallucinogen that would turbocharge their DNA and “hasten a return to our preindustrial and preliterate past” (p. 284). 

In reality, Terence and his disciples did not transform into “eternal hyperdimensional beings” or travel via “flying saucers of the mind… ‘into the plenum of being’” (pp. 94, 30). Nor did they propel “human evolution forward to its next stage” by connecting to “the mind of nature itself” (pp. 284, 11). But they did experience auditory and visual hallucinations that led them, in a manner not unlike schizophrenia, “to adopt a new narrative interpretation of the world” (p. 95). 

Armed with the spore prints they’d brought back from La Chorrera, the McKenna brothers were “among the first, if not the very first, to successfully cultivate magic mushrooms at home, sparking a major leap forward in psychedelic history” (p. 202). In 1976, they published Psilocybin: Magic Mushroom Grower’s Guide; this April, half a century later, President Donald Trump signed an executive order expediting research into the therapeutic benefits of psilocybin and other substances of its ilk. 

O’Connor mentioned that one such mind-altering drug, ibogaine—made from the root of a Central African shrub—has shown promise in treating post-traumatic stress disorder and substance use disorders. 

“That’s great,” he told me, “but it also has a habit of slowing people’s heart rates considerably,” among other life-threatening side effects.  

“People are diving into these treatments as if there are no potential risks,” O’Connor, who teaches journalism at Boston College, added. “They don’t work for everyone—they’re not a magic bullet.” 

The remainder of the interview, which follows, has been edited for length and clarity.  

Why did you choose Terence as the focal point of the book? 

I hadn’t heard of him, and I pride myself on knowing about eccentric, overlooked weirdos from the psychedelic ’60s and ’70s. I was doing a lot of retail therapy online during the pandemic, as were many folks, and I came across his book, True Hallucinations (1989), totally by happenstance. I hadn’t known anything about it, bought it, and put it on the shelf for two years.  

I finally opened it one day and started reading. I had some preconceived ideas without really knowing anything about Terence or his subject. I thought it was probably some hippie-dippy thing about machine elves, and it sort of is that, but that’s not all it is. It’s a great narrative and just fascinating—it just captured me. 

Terence postulated that psilocybin mushrooms “played a crucial role in human evolution, giving our remote ancestors a jolt in language and cognition” and “turning Homo erectus into Homo sapiens.” While there’s nothing in the fossil record to support Terence’s “stoned ape theory,” according to anthropologist Laura Weyrich, advances in proteomics and DNA-sequencing technology could potentially indicate whether ancient hominids at least ate psychedelic mushrooms.  

How plausible do you think stoned ape theory is? 

When I first began looking into it, I was like, “Oh, this is so ridiculous.” I was embarrassed to ask these various paleoanthropologists, archaeologists, and researchers about it. I was like, “Oh my God, I can’t ask this, but I have to.” But it turns out that, as a thought experiment, many of them also found it interesting. It’s not something that I think is ultimately really provable. You could find some tangential scientific evidence, but you’re probably never going to get a smoking gun. 

Terence had a lot of theories—some relatively sane-seeming, like the stoned ape theory, and some completely batshit theories that have no basis in science or reason. But I sometimes liken him to Sigmund Freud, or maybe some of the kookier analytic philosophers, where you read it, it sounds kind of good, and then you get to the end and think, “Well, that’s probably 95 percent bullshit, but it still enriches my worldview.” I feel more enriched for having read it. That doesn’t mean it’s true, and I don’t put much credence in it, but it’s fun to entertain, and I do think it enriches the way I think about the human mind and human possibility. 

You also mention how “what drove [you] to write this book was in part a procession of deaths and their aftermaths” you and your wife endured starting in 2019. Would you elaborate on that? 

About a year into writing the book, my son, who was four at the time, fell ill unexpectedly, out of nowhere. He was in and out of the hospital during those days. It really brought us face to face, for the first time as parents, with real suffering and grief, and with being totally out of control when it came to finding a remedy for him. There was just no help to be found anywhere. I started thinking about grief and suffering, and how much of it was around us.  

Then there was this kind of cascade of deaths—just a lot coming at once over the span of a couple of years. It made me wonder what psychedelics, at least on a therapeutic level, potentially have to offer people: some relief.  

Another thing: My father was, weirdly, at the same time, starting to consider psychedelic-assisted therapy to treat his depression and longstanding addiction to alcohol. Maybe a year before, I’d given him Michael Pollan’s book, How to Change Your Mind: What the New Science Teaches Us About Consciousness, Dying, Addiction, Depression, and Transcendence (2018). Because my dad had been in and out of therapy, rehab, and 12-step programs for many years, I was like, “I don’t know if you’ve heard of this, but I’ve been reading about non-traditional approaches to treating alcohol addiction, including psychedelics.” I don’t think he ever read it, but it did start a conversation between us. 

What surprised you most while researching the book? 

Reading Terence, I hadn’t realized that psilocybin mushrooms were not indigenous to La Chorrera—that they were essentially a foreign import [1], and not something used by the people there, certainly not by shamans. 

Another revelation was what “shamanism” actually looks like in the Colombian Putumayo. Terence talked a lot about this sort of psychedelic shamanism. A lot of people do today, too. But it’s just not at all what it seems to be. The Indigenous perspective on and use of things like ayahuasca, or yagé, and other psychedelic plants—at least in the Putumayo, where Terence and Dennis spent much of their time—is vastly different from how I think they’re generally understood or used in the U.S. These substances were generally not used for healing. Until European contact with Indigenous peoples throughout the Amazon Basin, ayahuasca was mostly used in the hunt—to have luck in finding animals—or sometimes to find lost objects or communicate with family members or other tribe members over long distances. But it was definitely not a therapeutic application. That’s starting to shift a little bit now, though, because of this strange sort of cross-pollination that happens so often in history where it’s now being fed back into an Indigenous context. 

I think I went into the book as something of a Terence fanboy. I cooled on him a bit once I spoke with Colombian anthropologists and ethnobotanists and realized how taken out of context many of his proclamations were on psychedelics and the “shamanic” experience. But, by the end, I sort of warmed to him again because I realized that his ultimate project, I think, was really about human wellness and flourishing. I think that’s what he wanted ultimately, even if he went about it in a strange, myopic way focused almost exclusively on the psychedelic experience through psilocybin mushrooms. That’s where I part ways with him. I think the best place from which to grapple with grief, loss, and suffering is through love, tenderness, and compassion—not through machine elves at the end of history, which was, more or less, Terence’s take. 

I was also interested in your discussion of “diagonalism”—what scholars William Callison and Quinn Slobodian characterize as the social-distress-born alliances between the far left and the far right uniting wellness gurus, anti-vaxxers, and conspiracy theorists. 

I was just reading an article by the American political scientist Francis Fukuyama; he calls it this horseshoe meeting of the minds—this ideological vortex where people with otherwise totally divergent political opinions are meeting in the middle on certain issues. The far left, the Make America Healthy Again movement, the Multidisciplinary Association for Psychedelic Studies—even just the friendship between [MAPS founder] Rick Doblin and former Texas Governor Rick Perry [co-founder of the nonprofit Americans for Ibogaine], who had one of the most conservative legislative agendas in recent memory. That friendship seems genuine—and maybe even necessary to advance these drugs beyond their current legal status. 

In 2023, MAPS hosted the world’s largest psychedelic conference, which you describe as laden with snake oil pseudoscience and lacking in diversity, equity, and inclusion. Almost a year later, an FDA advisory panel rejected MDMA-assisted therapy for PTSD, citing safety concerns and questions about data validity. Critics alleged that MAPS’ drug development arm failed to disclose data showing sexual misconduct by therapists and increased suicidality among trial participants. A former MAPS volunteer called MAPS an exploitative and abusive cult that functions “more like a religious movement than a scientific organization.” Similar concerns emerged at The Johns Hopkins Center for Psychedelic and Consciousness Research. An ethics complaint accused founding director Roland Griffiths of “acting as a ‘spiritual leader’ rather than a scientist” and influencing participant outcomes through religious symbolism. 

Additionally, a Columbia psychiatrist reviewing the field noted a relatively high rate of  irritability, anxiety, insomnia, and other adverse events, and called for more “rigorous assessment” of psilocybin-assisted therapy.  

How do we balance the potential of psychedelics to promote empathy and well-being with the risks? 

Terence said a lot of completely bullshit things about psychedelics—even dangerous things at times. You see that in the movement today, where a lot of these wild, unsubstantiated claims are being made about drugs that, yes, have real healing potential for many people, but for others, such as my father, don’t work at all—and arguably cause more harm than good. 

We should be sane and sober about this. We can champion these drugs while still having a lucid conversation about their efficacy, limitations, and safety concerns. 

[1] One of my favorite passages from the book is “Darkly gilled, with distinctive golden halos and pink veils around slender stems the color of bruised flesh, they were easily identifiable as Psilocybe cubensis… Likely brought to the Americas by Spanish missionaries via the dung of zebu cattle—rangy saltwhite beasts with enormous, scythe-like horns—Psilocybe did especially well in the humid pastures of La Chorrera. Amazonian shamans, who knew more about psychoactive plants than anyone on earth, had no use for these foreign imports. To Terence, however, they were living manifestations of the divine” (p. xx). 

A Short, Strange Trip: An Untold Story of Magic Mushrooms, Madness, and a Search for the Meaning of Life in the Amazon 
John O’Connor 
New York: Sourcebooks 
2026 

Junger’s memoir, In My Time of Dying, begins with a vivid account of that potentially fatal event. An aneurysm of a mid-sized artery in his pancreas had burst, causing unchecked internal bleeding. At the hospital, Junger slipped into hypotension, hypothermia, and semi-consciousness before surgical repair, which gave him a last minute surgical “save.”  

However, the main focus of Junger’s memoir is his experience of coming “face-to-face with an afterlife.” In the hospital, his dead father appeared to him. His father “exuded reassurance and seemed to be inviting me to go with him.” (p. 37) While this was happening, Junger recalls being awake and speaking to a doctor. Much that follows is a sustained reflection on the meaning of near-death experiences, drawing on the published literature, anecdotal accounts, as well as his own encounter with dying. 

He recounts the story of Tyler Carroll, a combat medic in Afghanistan, who was critically wounded and, as he was near death, “his whole life presented itself to him simultaneously and in great detail, as if twenty-one years of experience could exist outside linear time.” (p. 80) This so-called “life review,” is a common feature of such experiences, as well as encountering deceased loved ones, hovering outside the body, moving through a tunnel of light, and “being filled with love and bliss.” (p. 82) Junger is particularly impressed with the feelings of universal unity, often followed by a profound change in patients’ perspectives on the meaning of life. In the bibliography, he cites dozens of studies documenting the prevalence and characteristics of such phenomena.  

The author was initially skeptical, “Was I blessed by special knowledge or cursed by it?” (p. 93) He first considers the view of most neuroscientists that near-death experiences are hallucinations created by the dying brain, “The overwhelming likelihood is that our sense of another reality is just a comforting illusion that helps us live our lives.” (p. 118) He then considers the minority report, i.e. well-structured visions and thought processes, along with specific memories of external events (e.g. happenings in the room) raise a number of perplexing questions about the functioning of an oxygen-starved brain.  

We have absolutely no idea how the interior world of subjectivity arises from electrical impulses in the brain. Subjectivity exists, although nothing we know about the most basic components of the universe as we know it—quarks, electrons, waves, fields—permits it. Consequently, the belief that further research on the brain itself will yield a key to consciousness must be mistaken. Junger sums up the situation, “Our understanding of reality might be as limited as a dog’s understanding of television.” (p. 118)  

Junger points out that reality at the deepest level (i.e. the quantum world) is full of paradoxes and seeming impossibilities. It fails to answer many questions about the universe, in addition to the origin of mental phenomena. Consequently, he provisionally accepts the philosophical theory of panpsychism, i.e. “consciousness is woven into the very structure of matter” (p. 136) In other words, every component (e.g. quarks, fields) of the universe has a mental aspect, as well as a physical one. (I might interject here that panpsychism is not a prevalent theory among philosophers of mind, because they believe it raises more problems than it solves.) Given this framework, Sebastian Junger concludes that human consciousness might continue after death as part of a universal consciousness. From the text, I don’t think he believes this afterlife would necessarily retain a sense of individual identity.  

My Time of Dying is a thoughtful reflection on the meaning of life from a man who has experienced a close encounter with death. Junger has created a compelling narrative, making his memoir worth reading whether you believe near-death psychic phenomena point the way toward an afterlife, or think they are hallucinations generated by the dying brain.  

1. Van Lommel P, R. van Wees, V. Meyers, and I Elfferich. Near Death Survivors of Cardiac Arrest: A Prospective Study in the Netherlands. Lancet 358 (2001): 2039=2045 

2. Parnia S. and P. Fenwick. Near Death Experiences in Cardiac Arrest: Visions of a Dying Brain or Visions of a New Science. Resuscitation 52, no. 1 (2002): 5-11 

In My Time of Dying
Sebastian Junger
New York, Simon & Shuster, 2024, 162 pp.
http://www.sebastianjunger.com/in-my-time-of-dying 
Web photo byu Sebastien Gabriel