I’m not a researcher or a facilitator. I’m just someone who’s watched friends treat set and setting like a grocery list instead of a sacred contract. When McKenna described that initial terror—the feeling of being trapped in a machine, the panic that he’d done something irreversible—it hit me like a flash of The Tower. That card isn’t just about disaster; it’s about the sudden, brutal demolition of structures we thought were permanent. Our ego is one of those structures.

From what I understand about analytical psychology, Carl Jung wrote extensively about how the ego naturally resists being confronted with the unconscious. Psychedelics just strip away the buffer. If you haven’t done the quiet, unglamorous work of shadow integration beforehand, the experience can feel like an invasion rather than an invitation. I think that’s why preparation matters so much. It’s not about dosing schedules or safety kits. It’s about humility.

In my own practice, I’ve started treating chart readings like a mirror. When I see a tight Saturn return or a heavy Scorpio stellium, I don’t promise magic. I ask my friends what they’re actually ready to release. The cosmos doesn’t care about your grand intentions. It just reflects what you bring to the table. McKenna eventually found his way out of that trip by surrendering, which lines up perfectly with The Hanged Man energy—letting go of the need to steer, trusting the fall.

I’m still figuring this stuff out myself, but I’ve learned that the bravest thing you can do before stepping into altered states is admit you don’t have the wheel. The work isn’t about conquering the unknown. It’s about making space for it to meet you without armor.