David Nickles is an underground researcher and harm reduction advocate. He has presented social critiques and commentary on psychedelic culture and radical politics, as well as novel phytochemical data from the DMT-Nexus, at venues around the world. David’s work focuses on the social and cultural implications of psychoactive substances, utilizing critical theory and structural analysis to examine the intersections of drugs and society. He is a vocal opponent of the mainstreaming and commodification of psychedelic compounds and rituals, believing that such approaches inherently obscure the liberatory potential of psychedelic experiences.
February 8, 2017
You might imagine progressive drug laws go hand-in-hand with social democracy. It's not the case in Sweden.
February 10, 2017
A legal, regulated cannabis market would help prevent problematic use and give treatment options the radical revamp they need.
February 14, 2017
I was able to heal my relationship with death, and that in turn allowed me to heal my relationship with life.
February 14, 2017
I was on duty the night Alex decided to commit suicide in the communal showers.
February 16, 2017
The most common consequences of drug policies, whether focusing on the supply or the demand side, bring disproportionate harm to women and girls.
February 27, 2017
Reducing drug policy down to defining “good” substances and “bad” substances is missing the entire point.
March 1, 2017
Many of us are well-meaning in our engagement with plant medicines, but we cannot disregard the real-world impact that our actions inevitably have, regardless of intent.
March 2, 2017
Even if we don't necessarily share religious, spiritual, or mythological assumptions, are we able to reconcile between such seemingly different and antagonistic worldviews?
March 9, 2017
In underground sessions, you’re taking a huge risk choosing to work with someone who may not have adequately prepared or may have dubious subconscious motivations.
March 14, 2017
I’ve yet to lift my self-imposed ban on mirror-gazing, but if one were in front of me now, my face would reflect the same slack-jawed childlike wonder I felt in fifth grade as the sun-filled sky turned black while my gym class watched our first lunar eclipse from the playground.