I’m writing the third book of my memoirs, about being a research subject taking LSD in 1964, and I’m noticing how many benefits came from that day. It was kind of like a near-death experience, as I lost any fear of being dead. (I didn’t lose fear of the dying process, though.) It was a mystical experience that opened my eyes to spiritual realities I had known nothing of. It helped me forgive some family members and to accept forgiveness myself. It expanded my interests. And more! Writing the book now, so many years later, is sparking all these things in me now too.