IPN Blog

We Are Accepting Submissions!

Our blog features thought-provoking written psychedelic pieces from our members. This platform is intended to elevate thoughtful, well-researched writing related to psychedelic academia, policy, and news, and we are actively inviting submissions from across the network. If you are interested in submitting a blog post, please apply to be an IPN member (if you are not already), and send your submissions through this submission form.

Example Material:

  • Scientific summaries of newly published research

  • Opinion pieces

  • Essays exploring developments in psychedelic science or policy

  • Guides on integration or harm reduction practices

  • Cultural or historical exploration of psychedelic indigenous practices

  • Commentary on the political landscape surrounding reform

Submissions are reviewed on a rolling basis and will undergo a round of peer review by the editors before publication. At this time, creative artistic writing such as poetry is not the intended focus of this blog, but a platform for this is coming soon! As this is simply a showcase for student voices and interdisciplinary perspectives, the opinions of the authors do not represent those of IPN as an organization.

The blog coordinators reserve the right to reject a submission outright after the first round of review. This is uncommon but can happen if claims are not well-founded and/or if the submission requires too much editorial work. This is done at the discretion of the review committee.

Ancient Medicine in Modern Practice

Ancient Medicine in Modern Practice

Rain gently patters the leaves outside of the forest hut deep within the forest of the ancient Amazon. A shaman humming an alien yet familiar tune hands you a wooden cup containing a deep maroon liquid, a light steam coming off its surface. The smell of wet earth fills your nostrils as the shaman gently places his hand underneath, urging you to drink until your cup is empty. This is your third helping, and you hand it back to him and he begins to fill it again. Your family shakes and rattles bundles of leaves called chakapas, which rhythmically accompany the shaman’s deep encaptivating melody. As you continue to drink, a euphoric sensation blossoms across your body, your abdomen filling with butterflies.

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Integrating Psychedelics and Paralysis: Understanding Non-Obvious Risks Before Pursuing Likely Rewards

Integrating Psychedelics and Paralysis: Understanding Non-Obvious Risks Before Pursuing Likely Rewards

A setting sun paints the San Diegan marine clouds a pastel palette as onlookers atop a coastal bluff wait for the famous green flash. Down below on the beach two gentlemen anticipate a different flash. Both have exited their wheelchairs for seats on the sand, the beach a purposeful setting for a ritual they’ve practiced before. They’ve ingested psilocybin-containing mushrooms and, while the Pacific Southwest is surely a beautiful natural setting they might aim to reflect into the mindset they’re about to occupy, there is a more profane reason they’ve come to the beach.

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What is IT?
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What is IT?

Psychedelics allow us to move away from this three-dimensional world – a place where we usually only believe what our five senses can perceive, where time plays out in chronological order, where our logical minds usually lead us to answers, and where we usually rely on proof and data over intuition – to a place of logical fallacy, mystery, wonder, magic, dreams, oneness, fullness, and more fantastical ideas.

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More Thyme part II
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More Thyme part II

As I continued deeper into NIO-5, my direct experience became akin to watching the falling of leaves. Just as my gaze cannot dictate the spin of falling leaves, I could not dictate movements of my body – yet, I moved forward.

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More Thyme part I
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More Thyme part I

As the ship approached NIO-5, the engine was turned off, allowing the ship’s inertia to carry it to the destination on the surface. Despite my best efforts to cultivate psychological poise in the face of this journey, I was occupied with a nervous habit of clicking my teeth together in a repeating pattern: twice on the left, once on the right, and three times altogether.

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