Joe Rogan Is Stunned By Paul Stamets Stories About the Multiverse

Hello, freak bitches. But if you look at the multiverse, and I've had one or two in particular multiverse experiences where time and reality has changed in a way that I cannot explain. So what do you mean? It's so incredibly profound that I still cannot wrap my mind around it. These are psilocybin experiences? So I think the psilocybin experience might be one little portal, and now I'm going to sound like Terrence McKenna, of entering into the multiverse. The idea that time can be bent, that there are multiple universes occurring simultaneously in different realities. And I've had one experience in particular that is just unfathomable to me. I don't know how to explain it. Give it a shot. Okay, I'll give it a shot. You've already blown my mind apart 150 times today. This is a very deeply personal experience to me, but I was going to the Evergreen State College. I had the Drug Enforcement Administration license. My brother John went to Yale University. He got a graduate scholarship in neurophysiology at the University of Washington. He came out to Washington State in Seattle. I was living in Olympia, Washington. I had a cabin up in the mountains near Darrington, Washington. Then in the summertime for three years, I set chokers. I was a logger. I really believed in the school of hard knocks and the blending of academia with blue collar hard work. I love chopping wood. I love running a chainsaw. I love hard labor. I think. It gives my mind some respite to be able to think. So I'm in this highly academic environment. My brother John is – he died, unfortunately, two years ago. He got me involved in mushrooms. So I'm going to segue and set the stage here, but I need another two minutes to set the stage here. So I'm growing up in a small town in Ohio called Columbiana. My brother John goes to Yale. He comes back one day, and he gives me a book that he's using for his class, but he's on break. He says, I'm really – he's fascinated. Now John went to Mexico, Columbia, came back with great stories of eating soul-side mushrooms, and my older brother, I just idolized him. He has a book called Alder States of Consciousness. So I said, John, can I borrow your book? He said, sure. I said, but Paul, I need it back. After my break is over, I'm going back to college. This is part of our textbook. So I borrowed his book, Alder States of Consciousness, and I'm just fascinated reading it, you know, about all these different ways of expanding your consciousness. I'm 14 years of age. And so my best friend Ryan Snyder says, Paul, can I borrow your book? We're hanging together all the time. And he goes, yeah, but I need it back. And so he borrows my book, and he doesn't return it. A day – several days pass, a week pass, you know, two weeks pass, my brother is coming back on break. He said, I needed that book back, Paul. And I go to Ryan, I go, Ryan, I need my book. I need my book. And Ryan kept on avoiding answering the subject until I finally give me my book. And Ryan goes, I can't give it to you, Paul. I said, why? He says, my dad burned it. I said, your dad burned my brother's book? I go, WTF? I didn't use this phrase back then. I said, oh, my God. And I have a shout out to Ryan Snyder's father that because of that event, it stimulated my interest in Alder States of Consciousness even more. So that – so John goes to Yale and goes to the University of Washington. I have this DEA permit. I'm at the Evergreen State College. John calls me up. He says, Paul, I think I found some soul-sigh mushrooms. Now, John said, you're really smart. You've been collecting slosmicubensis in Colombia and Mexico, but, you know, they're much more complicated up here. And I said, let me ask you a few questions. I said, okay, John, do you take a spore print? And he goes, yes. And I go, is the spores purple brown? And he goes, yes, they are purple brown. I go, good. Okay. And I said, well, John, does it have a separable gelatinous pelicle? And he goes, what's that? And I go, well, break the cap. These are growing on wood chips. Break the cap and separate the cap very slowly. Do you see a little skin that's translucent? And he breaks it and goes, yeah, I see that skin. And then John, they're growing on wood chips. And he goes, yes. I go, are they turning bluish? He goes, yes, they're standing really bright blue. I go, wow. I said, John, how many did you find? He goes, you would not believe it. It's a huge amount. I said, wait. I said, but he said, Paul, they're in a very sensitive place. You better come up here right away. So I jumped in my car and I drove up from Olympia to Seattle about 60, 70 miles. I get to his house. And John's there. And I go, well, where are we going? He goes, well, we need some grocery bags, you know, and let's get on our bikes. And let's go down there. I go, why all the secrecy? And the problem is, well, you'll see. And it was the end of Boat Street. And right at the University of Washington, right off of University Avenue, there's Boat Street. And we get there and right across the street is a police substation. So we're there. And there was an eruption of this mushroom. There had to be 10,000, 30,000 mushrooms. I don't know. It was about 50 feet by 30 feet with all the mulch with wood chips. There was an eruption that picked up, you know, trash and, you know, debris that picked up six inches. There were solid mushrooms. There were mushrooms everywhere. To this day, never seen so many mushrooms in one concentrated area. So we waited until the police cars went away. And we're kind of idling there. And then the police cars would go away. And from the substation, we'd start picking mushroom, picking mushroom. And we'd fill up a grocery bag or two. And then the other students are walking by, what are you doing? Oh, nothing, you know. And then we eventually go, yeah, there's plenty for everybody. So it was like pretty good. Everyone's all hanging out as a little group, like at the bus stop, right? We're not really waiting for the bus, right? We're waiting for the police cars to go away. And then we picked all these mushrooms. So we got about eight or ten grocery bags full of these mushrooms. How bizarre. It turned out to be a new species called psilocybe stuntzi, named after Daniel. A new species? A new species. Who, as in, hadn't been discovered before you guys? Had never been described in scientific literature before. So you picked a mushroom that no one knew existed before? Well, there hadn't been described scientifically. We had known about it for about three years. This is the largest eruption. And from that collection became part of the type collection that anchored the species taxonomically. So I think some of the specimens still exist in herbaria around the world because it's the reference standard. So we go back to the house, and it's like we've got to dry them. So we lay out newspapers, and the whole newspapers were just covered with mushrooms. And so that night, there's about four guys from Yale, all neurophysiology, all scientists on the scientists' track. And they said, let's eat them. And so, I mean, this is not very potent. They're one-tenth the potency of kuwences. So we made smoothies. And oh, my gosh. Talk about the gag reflex. So we had to make these smoothies. We had to eat 50 of them in order to have a dose equivalent to what salons and kuwences would be. So I knew that. So we made these incredibly distasteful milkshakes, and we chugged them, and we drank them. And then amazing experience. I bonded with my brother. It was beautiful. And then you're peeking at this experience. You look around, and there's like tens of thousands of these mushrooms. Like, oh, my gosh. All for science. And so I go to bed. And I'm laying in bed, and full-blown experience. And I can barely sleep because all the colors are keeping me awake, and my mind is racing. And then I have a lucid dream. And I'm dreaming, and I wake up, and I go downstairs, and I go, I had this crazy dream. And I said, what's your dream? And I said, I saw thousands of cattle dead, baking in the sun. I said, I think there's going to be a nuclear war. But what could kill all these cattle? You know, there's a time the Reagan administration and all that, and the attention was really high between the Soviet Union and the United States. And they said, and they were joking with me, saying, oh, well, okay. What is going to happen? I go, I know I was in Olympia, and I needed to rush up to Darrington to stay in my cabin because my books were up there, and my manuscript was up there. I needed to save my research. So they laughed, and they laughed, and they said, well, when's the world going to end, Paul? And I go, well, it's not this weekend. That was like in two days. It's next weekend. So they wrote on a calendar December 1st. I put it in my book. I think it was 1975, the end of the world. They wrote, Paul predicts the end of the world. So we forgot about it. Massive rains the next week, huge amounts of snowfall. And then on Wednesday, Thursday, temperature inversion, and it flipped to 75 to 85 degrees. All the snow started to melt. All the rivers were flooding, and my little cabin was right next to this river that would swell from day to morning to night. It would go up six feet just from the snow melt because we're very close to this volcano and big glaciers. I said, oh, my gosh, I'm going to lose my manuscript. All my research, I need to get up there. I need to get up there. And so I'm watching the news on news, and the roads are being closed. So I had to go through Rockport, Washington, the back way in order to get back to my cabin. I get to my cabin, and the bank get eroded about 10 feet. I was only about 10, 12 feet away from the river now. My cabin was on the verge of falling into it, but I got my manuscript. I got all my books. You know, I rescued all the material I had, but I couldn't get out of there because the roads had been closed. And so I had to wait two days, two days, and the roads then opened up. And I drove out of the valley into the Snohomish Valley, and I went around the bend. And there, the sun, it was a brilliant sunny day, a warm day, and there, floating in the fields, were hundreds and hundreds of dead cattle. Whoa. How do you explain that? I entered, I think, into the multi-person. Whoa. Now, as a scientist, you realize when you say something like that, you open yourself up to ridicule. Do you feel hesitant to communicate these ideas? Oh, to a degree, yes. But, you know, I'm 62 years of age, and, you know, at one point, I just don't care. You look great. I just don't care, you know? This is true. This happened to me. And I can push the envelope on these ideas because the credibility of my research is well established. I can save the bees. Do you care whether I have taken psilocybin mushrooms, if I can save your farm, your family, your country, or the world billions of dollars in protect biosecurity? I care more. I care more. That's right. So, I'm telling you things. I'm not making these up and making them sell. No, I don't think you are. I don't have to. I just wonder. But just because you can't explain it does not mean it's not true. Right. And I think that we need to accept the fact that the reality is not limited to the perception that we have traditionally used. That's a beautiful... Thank you.