Overview: Before psychedelics became synonymous with tie-dye and festival culture, they were quietly—sometimes not so quietly—reshaping science, therapy, and the human imagination. In this deep dive, Steve Elfrink from OmTerra and Webdelics Subject Matter Expert, explores of the most surprising, sometimes head scratching, and paradigm-shifting stories from the early psychedelic era: think CIA-funded brothels, British soldiers tripping in combat drills, and Cary Grant doing over 60 LSD therapy sessions. These aren’t just fun facts—they’re the hidden roots of today’s psychedelic renaissance. As someone who’s worked in the field of psychedelic healing for over four decades, Steve believes remembering where we came from helps guide where we’re going. Let’s rewind the reel and rediscover the forgotten origin story of psychedelic medicine.
In the 1950s and 1960s, psychedelic drugs like LSD and psilocybin mushrooms moved from obscure labs and indigenous rituals into the limelight of Western science and culture. It was a heady time of experiments—some visionary, some reckless, all groundbreaking. Researchers, doctors, governments, and counterculture icons alike became enthralled by these mind-altering substances. The era produced a trove of remarkable true stories, by turns inspiring, bizarre, and cautionary. Here are ten unique and fascinating historical facts from the early days of psychedelic research and therapy.
The very term “psychedelic” was coined in the 1950s as a result of a witty exchange between British psychiatrist Humphry Osmond and famed author Aldous Huxley. Osmond had been researching hallucinogens as potential treatments for mental illness. (He was far from a conventional psychiatrist—he once even gave LSD to a group of architects to inspire more humane designs for mental hospitals!) In 1953 Osmond introduced Huxley to mescaline, sparking Huxley’s book The Doors of Perception (1954) which marvelled at the drug’s mind-expanding beauty. As they corresponded, Huxley felt these substances deserved a name more poetic than the clinical term “psychotomimetics” (meaning mimicking psychosis) then in use. Huxley suggested “phanerothyme” (from Greek roots for “visible soul”) and even teased Osmond with a rhyme: “To make this trivial world sublime, take half a gramme of phanerothyme.” Osmond found that term a bit too obscure. He countered with his own linguistic invention: “psychedelic,” from Greek for “mind-manifesting.” In a now-famous 1956 letter, Osmond coined the word in a droll couplet: “To fathom Hell or soar angelic, just take a pinch of psychedelic.” The name stuck. Thanks to that playful exchange, we had a new word for an entire cultural movement. Osmond’s term “psychedelic” captured the imagination, emphasizing these drugs’ mind-revealing potential—and it has been used ever since.
Long before the psychedelic ’60s hit the streets, the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency was clandestinely exploring LSD’s more sinister uses. In the early 1950s, at the height of Cold War paranoia, the CIA launched Project MK-ULTRA, a classified program to investigate mind control and “truth serums.” LSD, newly discovered and incredibly potent, quickly became a central focus. Agents believed this strange hallucinogenic drug might be weaponized—to extract secrets from enemies or disable opposing forces. What followed sounds like science fiction: the CIA secretly dosed hundreds of unwitting people with LSD to observe the effects. CIA officers, federal prisoners, psychiatric patients, prostitutes’ clients—no one knew if the next drink or injection might be spiked. One infamous episode in 1953 saw CIA scientist Frank Olson unwittingly given LSD by colleagues; days later, in a disturbed, delirious state, Olson plunged to his death from a hotel window. (Decades later, investigations suggested his fatal “fall” was related to that covert dosing, a scandal that led his family to receive a government apology.) The agency also ran safehouses in New York and San Francisco under “Operation Midnight Climax,” where johns were secretly drugged with LSD so spooks could watch their behavior through one-way mirrors. Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, the British military conducted its own psychedelic trials: in 1964, UK Army researchers gave LSD to an entire unit of Royal Marine Commandos during a field exercise. The goal was to see if the drug could incapacitate soldiers without gunfire. The result? Chaos and hilarity. Within an hour of dosing, the Marines collapsed into giggles and disobeyed orders; one famously tried to climb a tree to feed the birds. Needless to say, neither the CIA nor the British Army found the mind-control wonder drug they’d hoped for. What they did demonstrate was LSD’s unpredictability—and set the stage for the drug’s later reputation. These covert experiments remained secret until the 1970s, when incriminating documents and hearings exposed how far governments had gone on their bizarre “acid tests” in the name of national security.
Psychedelic mushrooms were virtually unknown in Western medicine until a spectacular media moment in 1957. That spring, Life magazine, then one of America’s most popular publications, ran an article titled “Seeking the Magic Mushroom.” The author was R. Gordon Wasson, a New York banker turned amateur ethnomycologist, and his story was utterly astonishing to readers at the time. Wasson recounted how he ventured deep into rural Mexico and became, in his words, “the first white man in recorded history to eat the divine mushrooms.” In a remote village, Wasson had participated in a nocturnal Mazatec healing ceremony led by a local shaman, María Sabina, who shared with him the sacred psilocybin mushrooms known to her people as “holy children.” Life’s editors splashed the article with vivid photographs of mushroom ceremonies and visions. They even coined the term “magic mushroom” in the headline, bringing that phrase into popular culture. This was the first time mainstream America learned that eating certain mushrooms could unleash powerful hallucinations and mystical experiences. The impact was enormous. Curious thrill-seekers (and scholars) started trekking to Mexico in search of the fabled fungi. Among those inspired was a Harvard psychology professor named Timothy Leary, who read Wasson’s account and shortly thereafter traveled to Mexico to try the mushrooms himself. (Leary’s legendary psychedelic journey would soon begin—more on that later.) The article also caught the eye of scientists. In Switzerland, chemist Albert Hofmann (who had famously discovered LSD in 1943) obtained samples of the Mexican mushrooms after reading Wasson’s story. In 1958 Hofmann identified and synthesized psilocybin, the mushrooms’ active compound, making it available for research. Wasson, for his part, hadn’t intended to spark a psychedelic craze—he approached mushrooms as an academic adventurer—but he later expressed misgivings. He realized his Life magazine exposé had inadvertently opened a Pandora’s box: hordes of counterculture travelers disturbed the quiet villages of Oaxaca in the 1960s, seeking their own “trip” to enlightenment. Still, the 1957 Life article remains a landmark. It unveiled a secret indigenous tradition to the world and ushered psychedelic mushrooms into the American consciousness, forever altering the trajectory of psychedelic history.
One of the most surprising early advocates for therapeutic psychedelics was Bill Wilson, better known as Bill W., the co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous. AA is famed for its credo of sobriety, so it’s startling to learn that its leading figure not only tried LSD but championed its potential to help alcoholics. By the mid-1950s—about twenty years after starting AA—Bill W. was struggling with recurring depression and seeking fresh insights into treating addiction. He connected with researchers who were experimenting with LSD as a psychiatric tool, and in 1956 Bill volunteered for a supervised LSD session at a Veterans Administration hospital in Los Angeles. There, under the guidance of psychologist Betty Eisner and Dr. Sidney Cohen, Bill W. experienced his first acid trip. It was a revelation. Far from seeing it as “just another drug,” Bill came to believe LSD might offer alcoholics a vital spiritual experience—the kind of life-changing perspective shift that he felt had saved his own life decades earlier. LSD is non-addictive and was thought to simulate some aspects of delirium tremens (the terrifying hallucinations chronic drinkers sometimes face) or to trigger profound self-reflection. Bill W. thought a controlled LSD journey could help jolt “cynical alcoholics” into gaining a new outlook on their addiction, perhaps even a moment of transcendence, without having to hit rock bottom through years of booze. He joined a small circle of open-minded researchers in testing this idea. In the late 1950s Bill participated in LSD sessions in New York with a group that included clergymen and academics, exploring the drug’s spiritual effects. He also corresponded with intellectuals like Aldous Huxley about it. In letters to colleagues, Bill reported that LSD had lifted his depression and given him a renewed zest for life. “I am certain that the LSD experiment has helped me very much,” he wrote in 1957 to one friend, noting that he felt a “heightened color perception and an appreciation of beauty” that had been dulled by years of struggle. He believed the drug could offer alcoholics a glimpse of a higher power or a universe beyond themselves—a core principle of AA’s recovery program, which emphasizes a spiritual awakening. Most of AA’s leadership, however, were not keen on the idea of their founder promoting an acid trip as therapy. They feared it would send the wrong message or simply didn’t share Bill’s enthusiasm. Bowing to pressure, Bill W. ultimately backed off public advocacy of LSD within AA. But he remained personally convinced of its therapeutic potential. His quiet crusade foreshadowed modern research: today, studies indeed suggest psychedelics can help treat addiction, echoing what Bill Wilson intuited decades ago. It’s an eye-opening footnote to AA history that the man who helped millions sober up once hoped a psychedelic drug might play a role in recovery.
Years before the 1960s hippies proclaimed LSD the path to enlightenment, one of Hollywood’s biggest stars was already singing the drug’s praises. Cary Grant, the debonair leading man of films like North by Northwest, not only tried LSD – he underwent around 100 supervised LSD therapy sessions between 1958 and 1961, and credited them with utterly transforming his life. In the late 1950s, Grant was in his mid-50s and, despite immense fame, was privately wrestling with emotional turmoil and past trauma. At the urging of his third wife, Betsy Drake, he sought help from an innovative Beverly Hills psychiatrist, Dr. Mortimer Hartman, who was among a small group of doctors legally using LSD in psychotherapy at that time. LSD was still a legal experimental drug and was touted by some as a breakthrough adjunct to therapy – a “mind lubricant” to help patients uncover repressed memories and achieve deep self-understanding. Skeptical but desperate, Grant agreed to try it. The actor would later describe how, in these sessions, his carefully crafted persona “dissolved” and he confronted long-buried feelings, particularly about his childhood. What he experienced was nothing short of an awakening. Under LSD’s influence (administered in Hartman’s comfortable clinic setting), Grant relived painful memories of his early life in England as Archie Leach – memories he’d long suppressed. He also reported visionary experiences of astonishing clarity. In one session, Grant famously imagined himself “as a giant penis launching off from Earth like a spaceship” – a bizarre, humorous image, yet one that symbolized a sort of rebirth for him. After many trips through his subconscious, Cary Grant emerged a changed man. “I got where I wanted to go,” he said, declaring that LSD therapy helped him find inner peace and drop years of pretenses and anxieties. He felt, at last, authentically happy. What’s more, he was so enthusiastic about his results that he broke the usual Hollywood code of silence around therapy: Cary Grant went public about his LSD use. In 1959 and 1960, at the peak of his stardom, he gave remarkably candid interviews to magazines like Look and Good Housekeeping, touting LSD’s benefits. In Look, Grant glowingly revealed that thanks to LSD sessions, “at last I am close to happiness.” Good Housekeeping (a very mainstream outlet) ran a piece in 1960 declaring LSD one secret to Grant’s “second youth,” praising the actor for “courageously” volunteering in a psychiatric experiment with a promising new drug. In an era when mental health issues were usually hidden, this was revolutionary stuff. Grant’s high profile endorsement lent psychedelics a certain cachet among the smart set. Indeed, his experiences inspired other Hollywood figures—actress Esther Williams, for example, sought out LSD therapy after hearing Grant’s testimony and also reported profound healing from it. Between 1950 and 1965, an estimated 40,000 patients underwent LSD therapy in clinics and research trials, from Hollywood to London (where even the UK’s NHS funded an “LSD clinic” for a time). Grant’s very public journey was perhaps the most visible example of this early wave of psychedelic therapy. Here was a respected, suave icon essentially saying: “Acid changed my life – for the better.” Of course, once the 1960s counterculture embraced LSD, the drug’s image shifted radically. But for a brief moment, Cary Grant gave LSD a glamorous, even wholesome spotlight, heralding it as a legitimate tool for self-improvement. It’s a striking historical fact that the man who personified style and sophistication in the 20th century also became an unlikely pioneer of psychedelic psychotherapy.
In the early 1960s, Harvard University – the pinnacle of the academic establishment – became home to a bold and controversial research program studying psychedelics. Psychology lecturer Timothy Leary and his colleague Richard Alpert (later famous as spiritual teacher Ram Dass) led the Harvard Psilocybin Project, conducting experiments with psilocybin (the active ingredient in magic mushrooms) on volunteer students and colleagues. It’s hard to overstate how audacious this was at the time. Here were Harvard professors openly advocating the use of mind-altering substances to probe the mysteries of consciousness, creativity, and spiritual experience. Beginning around 1960, Leary (fresh from his own transformative magic mushroom trip in Mexico) began inviting graduate students and even Harvard divinity students to consume psilocybin in supervised sessions. The researchers would often take the psychedelic alongside their subjects, all in the name of science and personal growth. Leary was charismatic and evangelistic about the benefits—he spoke of “turning on” people to transcendent experiences and curing societal ills. At first, the experiments flew under the radar, framed as psychological research into creativity and personality. Participants (including notable artists, writers, and theologians) reported mystical insights and therapeutic breakthroughs. But before long, rumors spread of Harvard students tripping on mushrooms in the hallowed halls of academe, and the project drew media scrutiny. Many in the faculty grew concerned that the studies lacked proper controls and ethics – some students had taken psychedelics in less-than-rigorous settings, and there were murmurs of graduate students distributing psychedelics off-campus. By 1962-63, the university administration started cracking down. The Harvard Crimson student newspaper published exposés about the strange goings-on, and pressure mounted. In May 1963, Harvard dismissed Richard Alpert for giving an undergrad psilocybin outside of supervised conditions (a clear violation of protocol). Leary, who by then had largely stopped teaching his classes in favor of proselytizing psychedelics, was effectively forced out when his contract was not renewed. The Harvard Psilocybin Project abruptly ended in scandal. It was the first major academic casualty of the burgeoning psychedelic revolution. The irony is that Leary’s firing only amplified his fame—and his mission. Freed from academia, Timothy Leary became a counterculture hero, famously urging America to “Turn on, tune in, drop out.” He continued preaching the benefits of LSD and psilocybin from outside the system, much to the horror of the authorities. In hindsight, the Harvard episode was a critical pivot point: psychedelics leapt from quiet lab studies to front-page news. The sight of Ivy League professors advocating psychedelic drug use was simply too much for society’s gatekeepers. It both legitimatized the topic—showing even Harvard took it seriously—and signaled the start of a backlash as the establishment reasserted control. Leary himself later quipped that Harvard had “excommunicated” him for heresy. Indeed, by taking mysticism into the halls of science, he had kicked a very public hornet’s nest. The Harvard experiment’s messy end foreshadowed the broader shutdown of psychedelic research that would sweep America a few years later. But in those brief Harvard days, the cutting edge of psychology truly pushed the envelope, and campus legend was born.
One of the most famous early studies of psychedelics and spirituality took place in a church on Good Friday, 1962. On that day – April 20, 1962 – a group of twenty theology students gathered in the basement of Marsh Chapel at Boston University to attend a Good Friday worship service. Unbeknownst to the minister and congregation upstairs, half of these seminary students were about to have a very unorthodox religious experience: they had been given psilocybin, while the other half received a placebo (a high dose of niacin, which can cause a tingling flush but no psychedelic effects). This “Good Friday Experiment,” also known as the Marsh Chapel Experiment, was orchestrated by a Harvard graduate student named Walter Pahnke as part of his PhD research into religion and psychedelics. Pahnke, who was both a physician and a minister, wanted to rigorously test whether a psychedelic drug could induce “mystical experiences” akin to those described by saints and visionaries. Under the watchful eye of Timothy Leary (who was an adviser on the project), the participants listened to scripture readings, prayers, and choral music from the chapel service while under the influence of either psilocybin or placebo, not knowing which they had received. The results have become the stuff of legend. Many of those who received psilocybin reported nothing less than life-altering mystical revelations. They felt an indescribable sense of unity, awe, and profound spiritual insight. One participant, religious scholar Huston Smith, later said his psilocybin communion that day was “the most powerful cosmic homecoming I have ever experienced.” Several students described feeling a divine presence, a transcendence of time and space, or deep visionary encounters with spiritual content. By contrast, those on the placebo largely sat bored or mildly uncomfortable, wondering what all the fuss was about. Pahnke’s study, published in 1966, concluded that under the right conditions, psilocybin could facilitate experiences indistinguishable from classical mystical experiences – complete with feelings of sacredness, ineffability, and unity. In follow-up interviews years later, many of the volunteers who had the psychedelic still regarded it as one of the high points of their spiritual life. The Good Friday Experiment was pivotal because it used modern scientific methods (controlled double-blind techniques and psychological questionnaires) to examine an age-old question: can chemistry trigger genuine religious experiences? The experiment suggested yes – at least for those predisposed and in a supportive setting. It gave empirical weight to claims that psychedelics, in proper context, could be tools for exploring consciousness and spirituality, not just mind-bending “drugs.” Of course, the study also had critics who pointed out methodological flaws (it was hard to keep subjects “blind” when the effects of psilocybin are so obvious), but its fame endures. To this day, researchers cite the Good Friday Experiment, and it has even been partially replicated in recent years with similarly striking outcomes. Back in 1962, this melding of psilocybin and prayer was truly groundbreaking. Imagine the scene: earnest young ministers-in-training, seated in a chapel on Christianity’s holiest day, suddenly overwhelmed by visions of the divine – thanks to a mushroom-derived capsule. It was a symbolic blending of ancient religion and modern science, and it hinted at a conciliatory truth: that these mysterious compounds might illuminate the spiritual experiences at the heart of human culture.
Aldous Huxley, the literary giant and visionary who had been an early champion of psychedelics, departed this life in a most remarkable way. On his deathbed in Los Angeles, ravaged by terminal cancer, Huxley asked his wife to give him a dose of LSD. On November 22, 1963, as the world was reeling from the assassination of President John F. Kennedy the very same day, Huxley lay dying at home. He was weak and unable to speak, but he made a final request in writing: “LSD, 100 µg, intramuscular.” Respecting his wishes, his wife Laura Huxley prepared an injection of LSD and administered it as Aldous slipped in and out of consciousness. He received one injection, and a few hours later, as death neared, she gave him a second 100-microgram dose. With that, Huxley drifted into the ultimate “trip,” peacefully passing away while under LSD’s influence. He was 69. It was an extraordinary bookend to Huxley’s life. Here was the author of Brave New World and The Doors of Perception consciously using a psychedelic to guide his final moments. Huxley had long believed in the transcendent potential of these substances. In fact, he once suggested that for a person facing death, a carefully administered psychedelic experience might ease the transition by dissolving the fear of the unknown. Now he was testing that idea on himself. According to Laura Huxley’s later account, Aldous left this world serenely, his face calm and beautific. She described the death as “the most serene, the most beautiful death” she had witnessed, and she felt the LSD helped Aldous relinquish his ego and body without anxiety. It was, in essence, a final experiment in consciousness by a man who had devoted much of his life to exploring just that. The event went largely unnoticed in the press at the time, overshadowed by the day’s horrific news from Dallas. Only years later did the details become widely known, through Laura’s memoirs and biographies. To many in the psychedelic community, Huxley’s LSD-assisted death became a potent legend – a sign of the depth of his convictions and the profound gentleness that psychedelics could lend to the most profound moment of all. It’s also a poignant commentary on how quickly the tides were turning in that era. Huxley died in 1963, just as the psychedelic 60s were picking up steam. In California, where he lived, LSD was still legal. But only three years later, in 1966, California would ban LSD amid growing public alarm, and by 1970 the U.S. federal government declared it (and psilocybin) Schedule I controlled substances, effectively halting all legal use and research. Huxley didn’t live to see the great psychedelic crackdown, which was perhaps just as well. He exited on a high note—literally. To the end, the sage author was pushing boundaries. In choosing to face death on LSD, Huxley once again blazed a trail, opening up conversations about palliative use of psychedelics that have resurfaced today. It remains one of the most fascinating footnotes in the history of this era: a visionary writer embarking on one last inner voyage, as his curtain call.
Psychedelics weren’t only explored by doctors and counterculture icons; they also attracted the attention of military brass looking for new ways to subdue enemies. In one of the more absurd episodes of the 1960s, the British Army conducted a series of tests to see if LSD could be used as a chemical weapon – a “temporary knock-out gas” to incapacitate soldiers without bloodshed. The most notorious of these trials took place in 1964 at Britain’s Porton Down research facility. There, a group of Royal Marine Commandos was given a hefty dose of LSD and sent out on field maneuvers as if engaged in combat. What unfolded was caught on film and has since become both historical documentation and dark comedy. Initially, the Marines started their exercise as ordered, rifles in hand, moving through the woods on a mission. But soon the LSD’s effects kicked in. Discipline and tactical formation went out the window. Footage shows soldiers stumbling about, distracted by the beauty of the foliage, or simply unable to contain their mirth. One soldier memorably spent his time climbing a tree to feed imaginary birds; another dissolved in laughter while attempting to radio headquarters. An officer trying to conduct a platoon briefing finds his men too amused and dazed to follow any instruction – eventually he gives up, sporting a broad grin himself. Within an hour or two, the exercise was in shambles: the unit effectively “defeated” not by any enemy, but by the invisible infiltrator in their water canteens. The conclusion was obvious: while LSD certainly incapacitated the troops, it did so in a completely uncontrollable way. A squad of giggling, hallucinating soldiers was hardly a reliable fighting force – but neither was it reliably predictable as a weapon. After all, LSD might affect each person differently, and high doses could cause panic or lasting trauma, not just harmless laughter. Similar experiments were done in the United States on U.S. soldiers at the time, with comparable results: confusion, euphoria, disorientation, and zero combat effectiveness. Faced with these outcomes, military interest in LSD as a battlefield tool waned. Brass turned their focus to other agents (like potent immobilizing nerve gases, unfortunately). The British LSD tests remain a striking example of the era’s madcap intersection of psychedelics and the Cold War mindset. It’s almost symbolic: a substance born from a quest for mind expansion confronted by institutions built for regimented control. The result was, quite literally, troops tripping in the woods. Today the black-and-white footage often circulates as a viral curiosity, eliciting chuckles at the sight of normally stiff-upper-lip British soldiers reduced to childlike wonder and mirth by a dose of acid. What was intended as weapons research ended up as a bizarre footnote in psychedelic history – proof that even the army wasn’t immune to the allure of the psychedelic craze, and a reminder that attempts to harness these drugs for coercion often backfired in spectacular fashion.
The journey of Ken Kesey – famed novelist and ringleader of the Merry Pranksters – perfectly embodies the bridge between the controlled psychedelic research of the 1950s and the freewheeling psychedelic culture of the late 1960s. In a twist of fate, Kesey’s first LSD trip came courtesy of a U.S. government research project, but he would soon flip the script and use LSD to fuel a cultural revolution. In 1959, Kesey was a young creative writing student at Stanford University, moonlighting as a night aide in a VA hospital. Lured by ads seeking volunteers, he signed up for a psychology experiment on the effects of psychoactive drugs – part of the CIA-funded drug studies under the MK-Ultra umbrella. At Menlo Park Veterans Hospital, Kesey was given LSD, along with other compounds like mescaline, and asked to report his experiences. He approached these sessions with curiosity and courage, diligently recording his hallucinations and insights (sometimes sneaking tape recorders into the ward). The experiences blew his mind. Kesey later said LSD opened his doors of perception wide, showing him a vivid new reality. It also provided inspiration for his writing; during this time he was working on his debut novel, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1962), and his acid-fueled perspective helped shape its critique of authority and sanity. After the experiments, Kesey didn’t fade back into ordinary life. Instead, he obtained his own stash of LSD (which was still legal then and relatively easy to come by, especially for a connected California bohemian), and he began sharing it with a circle of friends. This gang of proto-hippies, who dubbed themselves “the Merry Pranksters,” became infamous for turning on, tuning in, and taking the show on the road. In 1964, Kesey and the Pranksters painted a school bus in wild Day-Glo colors, stocked it with LSD-laced Kool-Aid, and set off across America, filming and fomenting chaos wherever they went. They called their journey “The Acid Test.” What started as pranks and happenings around Kesey’s La Honda, California home soon evolved into full-blown public events known as Acid Test parties. These were unlike anything before: multimedia extravaganzas with strobe lights, trippy music (Kesey enlisted a local band, The Grateful Dead, as the Acid Tests’ house band before they were famous), fluorescent body paint, and plentiful free LSD for all takers. Hundreds of adventurous souls would pack into venues—from San Francisco warehouses to open fields—drink the electric Kool-Aid, and ride the waves of collective hallucination well into the night. The Acid Tests were deliberately anarchic; Kesey wanted to break down social conventions and unleash creative spontaneity. Through 1965 and early 1966, the Pranksters’ events grew in popularity, helping to spark the psychedelic subculture in California. At a time when LSD was still legal, these gatherings blurred the lines between research, therapy, and recreation. They turned on a whole new generation—college kids, artists, and the early flower children—to the mind-expanding power of acid. In a sense, the CIA got far more than it bargained for with Ken Kesey. They had hoped to study a drug’s effects in a controlled environment; instead, one of their test subjects used that drug to light a wildfire of countercultural change. Kesey became a pied piper leading people out of the orderly world of the 1950s and into the technicolor chaos of the 1960s. The authorities were not amused. By late 1966, LSD had been criminalized in California (and would soon be banned nationwide), largely because of the very sort of widespread use that Kesey helped promote. Kesey himself was arrested for marijuana possession and, facing jail, fled to Mexico for a period, then returned and served a few months on a work farm. As the Summer of Love dawned in 1967, a somewhat chastened Kesey urged the hippie movement to consider going “beyond LSD” – but the genie was already out of the bottle. The story of Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters is a microcosm of the psychedelic 60s: what began as a serious government-sanctioned study transformed into a joyful, unruly celebration that challenged conventions and, ultimately, provoked a crackdown. It’s a reminder that the legacy of that era isn’t just one of lab discoveries and medical reports, but also one of social upheaval and cultural experimentation on a grand scale. A government experiment inadvertently gave birth to a social experiment. And through it all, Kesey’s mantra rang true: “You’re either on the bus or off the bus.” Thousands chose to get on that psychedelic bus – and society has never been quite the same since.
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