Look, I’m twenty-two, teaching middle school in Omaha, but I’ve spent the last few years chasing precision in astrology. I love crunching ephemeris data, plotting exact degrees, making sure the math doesn’t lie. So when I see a demographic shift like this, I don’t just shrug. I look for the pattern. LSD used to feel like The Moon in the major arcana—all tides, illusions, and nervous system static. Psilocybin? It reads more like The Star. Grounded. Restorative. Like it’s asking you to water the roots instead of chasing the canopy.

From a psychological angle, it makes sense. I’ve been reading up on how Carl Jung viewed the unconscious as something you don’t conquer, but slowly integrate. Psilocybin’s gentle nudge feels less like a forced excavation and more like what cognitive researchers call "set and