Psychedelics aren’t freedom. LSD and microdosing are capitalist obedience training.
Ayahuasca retreats now run like fucking corporate off-sites. Influencers snapping selfies in the jungle while CEOs pitch their startups over sacred brews. Silicon Valley execs microdosing LSD before earnings calls the same way interns crush Red Bulls. Wellness apps pushing microdosing like it’s a goddamn Fitbit subscription. Psychedelics weren’t reborn for liberation. They were repackaged to keep the machine alive. This isn’t rebellion. It’s obedience training sold as transcendence. You didn’t hack the system. The system hacked you.
Psychedelics were never spiritual they were always for sale
Indigenous people carried these medicines as survival tools. Not profit machines. Peyote wasn’t some rich white woman’s networking event. Ayahuasca wasn’t a mindfulness fucking spa. It was blood and survival. Ceremony rooted in land and continuity. Then the West stormed in. Stripped the meaning. Kept the product. Jacked up the price.
Now ayahuasca retreats go for thousands. Psilocybin weekends in Jamaica get sold like luxury detox packages. Sacred knowledge gutted into a boutique industry for wellness junkies with Amex cards.
Spirituality is just capitalism with incense.
From counterculture to corporate hack the trip was never yours
The 1960s trip was outlawed because LSD created chaos. Not because it was dangerous to the body. But because it was dangerous to authority. The state knew acid turned people into motherfuckers who didn’t obey. So they banned it.
Half a century later, the same molecule is paraded as a Silicon Valley productivity hack. Acid got defanged. Rebranded. Shoved into the same boardrooms it once tried to burn down. The conveyor belt is obvious. Weed went from Black Panthers lighting up under police raids to billion-dollar dispensaries with venture capital logos. Psychedelics are next on the chopping block.
Steve Jobs claimed LSD made him visionary. Elon Musk drops ayahuasca like it’s a fucking prop for his messiah act. Billionaires sell themselves as prophets while their companies strip-mine the culture for profit.
The trip didn’t survive the revolution. The profit did.
Microdosing isn’t freedom it’s chemical obedience
Microdosing is marketed as a revolution of the mind. But the science calls bullshit. Most studies show the effects are marginal. Placebo at best. Snake oil at worst. Doesn’t matter. Marketing doesn’t need facts. It just needs people desperate enough to swallow the pill.
Workers drowning in eighty-hour weeks will try anything to keep the gears turning. That desperation is monetized. On the street, microdosing is “Adderall for people who shop at Whole Foods.” In the office, it’s HR-sanctioned wellness. Guided psilocybin “creativity workshops.” Microdosing seminars as corporate stress relief. Not medicine. Management.
Microdosing isn’t liberation. It’s the leash you fucking pay for yourself.
They erased the shamans then patented the plants
Shamans kept psilocybin alive during prohibition. They carried the medicine when the state criminalized it. Now they’re erased from the story while pharma giants move in. Corporations file patents for psilocybin compounds. Biotech startups rake in millions from molecules Indigenous people never needed to write down.
This is the oldest scam in the empire’s playbook. First outlaw it. Then erase the people who preserved it. Then patent it for Wall Street.
They outlawed the medicine until they could sell it.
Data mining the mind tripping under surveillance
Your trip isn’t private anymore. Wearables track your pulse mid-dose. Apps demand mood logs after each session. Startups already pushing biometric psychedelic therapy. Imagine eating psilocybin while a Fitbit calculates the ROI of your enlightenment. Imagine your “expanded consciousness” ending up on a fucking spreadsheet.
Surveillance capitalism devours everything. Now it’s coming for your soul.
Even your trip has an algorithm now.
The burnout economy demands chemical obedience
Burnout is capitalism’s natural state. Everyone’s fried. Everyone’s overworked. Psychedelics are sold as the fix. But they don’t fix shit. They don’t dismantle toxic work. They patch it. Mushrooms to keep grinding. LSD to keep creating. Ayahuasca to reset your brain before another quarter of being gutted alive at work.
This isn’t healing. It’s maintenance. The system isn’t letting you rest. It’s dosing you so you can keep breaking yourself for profit.
The cure isn’t medicine. The cure is escape—and they’ll never sell you that.
Psychedelics LSD and microdosing aren’t freedom they’re a leash
Loop back to the opening chaos. The retreats. The HR seminars. The startups dressed as shamans. None of this is liberation. It’s obedience with better branding.
Psychedelics. LSD. Microdosing. No longer the trip out of the system. Just another leash tied around your neck.
You didn’t unlock enlightenment. You upgraded your operating system. You didn’t hack the system. The system hacked you.
N. Fontaine