LSD DiSCoVeReD? GOD + LSD? ACiD MeSSiaH? ACiD MoVieS WAR + LSD? CIA + LSD? FBI + LSD?
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LSD Synthesis
![]() | WARNING: This synthesis is almost certainly hazardous to your health and
safety. The mere possession of precursors and chemicals may get
you into legal trouble (e.g. POCl3 is used to create nerve gas and
export is controlled). The chemicals themselves are toxic. The
synthesis is dangerous (e.g. adding POCl3 too fast and generating
too much heat). The usual disclaimers apply, including a warning
that while nothing inaccurate has been intentionally introduced
into this file, there are no guarantees against typos, etc -- you
are expected to familiarize yourself with the primary literature if
you're actually psychotic enough to try to make this... |
Primary Ref:
Johnson, Ary, Teiger, Kassel.
"Emetic Activity of Reduced Lysergamides."
Journal of Medicinal Chemistry.
16(5):532-537. 1973.
Related:
Huang, Marona-Lewicka, Pfaff, Nichols.
"Drug Discrimination and Receptor Binding
Studies of N-Isopropyl Lysergamide Derivates."
Pharmacology, Biochmistry and Behavior.
47(3):667-673, 1994.
Oberlender, Pfaff, Johnson, Huang, Nichols.
"Stereoselective LSD-like Activity in
d-Lysergic Acid Amides of (R)- and (S)-2-Aminobutane."
Journal of Medicinal Chemistry.
35(2):203-211, 1992.
Hoffman-AJ, Nichols. "Synthesis and LSD-like Descriminative Stimulus
Properties in a Series of N(6)-alkyl Norlysergic Acid N,N-Diethylamide
Derivates." Journal of Medicinal Chemistry. 28:1252-1255, 1985.
NOTE: JMC 35(2):203-211 has some amazing stereoviews of LSD which might
interest non-chemists who like to cross their eyes...
Under reduced light (or red light) a stirred solution of 3.15g (11 mmol)
of d-lysergic acid monohydrate and 7.23g (99 mmol) of diethylamine in 150ml
of CHCl3 was brought to reflux by heating. Heat was removed, and
2ml (3.4g, 22mmol) of phosphorous oxychloride (POCl3) was added over a 2
minute period at a rate just sufficient to maintain reflux, being careful
not to exceed this rate. The mixture was then refluxed for an additional
4-5 mins until an amber-colored solution resulted. The solution was
brought to room temperature and was washed with 200ml of 1M NH4OH. The
CHCl3 solution was dried (MgSO4), filtered, and concentrated under vacuum
(not allowing the solution to exceed 40 degrees C). The last traces of the
solvent were removed at 2-5 mm. The viscious residue was dissolved in a
minimum amount of MeOH and acidified with a freshly prepared 20% solution of
maleic acid in MeOH. Crystallization occured spontaneously. The needles
were filtered, washed with cold MeOH and air-dried. Yield was 66% after
further purification by column chromatography over alumina (Brockman) and
elution with 3:1 benzene-chloroform. The chromatography takes appx 8-9
hours. Alternatively, it can be crystallized as the (+)-tartrate from
MeOH. After crystallizing from cold MeOH, it is diluted with ethyl
acetate, filtered and the the crystals are washed with ethyl acetate.
This procedure also works for primary amines and small dialkyl amines.
LSD, however, probably remains the most worthwhile product. Other
interesting amines might be the N-ethyl-N-propyl derivative (LEP) and the
morpholide (LSM-775). 75ug of the morpholide have been reported to have
been as effective as 50ug of d-LSD but with 45 min onset (vs 1 hour) and a
1 hour peak (vs 4 hours). The procedure would probably work well for LEP,
but yields would be reduced for the morpholide. Other
N(20)-alkyl-lysergic acid derivatives tend to be more than 10 times less
potent than LSD if not effectively inactive. N(1)-acetyl-LSD (ALD-52) is
equimolar potent with LSD (90% as potent as LSD by weight) and can be
obtained by acetic anhydride acetylation of lysergic acid, followed by
preparation of the diethylamide (or vice versa). N(1)-methyl-LSD (MLD) is
also roughly as potent as LSD. But for both of these the synthesis
introduces needless complications, lower yields and no benefit either
pharmacologically or legally -- although for some reason ALD-52 still
apparently makes an appearance on the market from time to time.
N(6)-ethyl- (and -allyl- and -propyl-) derivates of LSD may be more active
than LSD itself, but synthetic routes to these chemicals presently start
with LSD and yields would probably inhibit their appearance on the illicit
market. (N(6) is the other nitrogen on the ring structure in addition to
the N(1) pyrrole/indole nitrogen). Derivatives of LSD (besides LSA/LA-111
and lysergic acid) are not scheduled, but would be prosecutable in the USA
under the designer drugs act after testimony from a DEA agent that _in
their opinion_ the defendant was planning to distribute them.
Now, as "The Mysterious Mister Magneto" posted to alt.drugs.psychedelics,
"for shits and giggles," here's the synthesis of N(6)-allyl-LSD from Hoffman
and Nichols, 1985 (good luck!!! -- and beware of typos!):
(9)
323 mg (1 mM) of LSD was dissolved in 10 ml of chloroform. This was
diluted with 70 ml reagent carbon tetrachloride and was added, over
1h, to a refluxing solution of 440 mg (4.15 mM) of BrCN in 30 ml of
CCl4. The reaction wa stirred under a nitrogen atmosphere with
external heat provided by an oil bath held at 110 C. After the
addition was complete, reflux was continued for 6 h. The mixture was
allowed to cool and was washed once with 30 ml of 1% aqueous tartaric
acid. Following concentration of the organic solution by rotary vacuum
evaporation, the residue was partitioned between dichloromethane (2 x
35 ml) and 50 ml of 1% tartaric acid solution. The organic layer was
dried in the dark over anhydrous sodium sulfate. Filtration and
solvent removal afforded a purple residue that was passed over 5 g of
neutral alumina and eluted with 9:1 chloroform-methanol. This crude
material was then purified by centrifugal chromatography
(chromatotron) using 2-mm plate of neutral alumina (Merck 1092) and
elution with dichloromethane. An ammonia atmosphere was maintained by
bubbling nitrogen gas through concentrated ammonium hydroxide and
continuously purging the chromatotron chamber. The use of silica gel
for this purification gave a blue product and a lower overall
recovery. The product band eluted from the plate was concentrated
under vacuum in the dark and was recrystallized from ethyl acetate or
2-propanol: yield 237 mg (71%); mp 190-191 C (i-PrOH)
(8)
A mixture of 334 mg (1mM) of (9), 3.0 ml of glacial acetic acid, 0.6
ml of water, and 0.60 g of powdered zinc was stirred together under a
nitrogen atmosphere for 4 h, with external heating provided by an oil
bath held at 130 C. The reaction flask was then placed in an ice bath,
and 3 ml of water an a sufficient quantity of concentrated ammonium
hydroxide were added to make the contents strongly alkaline. The basic
suspension was extracted with 5 x 10 ml of dichloromethane. The
combined organic extract was then dried (Na2SO4), filtered, reduced by
rotary evaporation, and dried under high vacuum to yield 295 mg of a
tan solid that was one major spot by TLC (silica; 8:2)
chloroform-methanol). Purification by centrifugal chromatography over
alumina, elution with 9:1 chloroform-methanol under ammonia vapor, and
concentration of the eluate band gave a solid that was recrystallized
from ethyl acetate-hexanes to yield 190 mg (61%) of tan crystals, mp
196-198 C.
(6)
A mixture of 66 mg of (8) (0.21 mmol), 48 mg of anhydrous potassium
carbonate (0.35 mmol), and allyl bromide (0.24 mmol) in 2 ml of
freshly distilled DMF in a small amber vial was stirred under N2 at
room temperature. The reaction was monitored by TLC (silica; 9:1
CHCl3-MeOH) at 1-h intervals to determine reaction completion. When
the starting material (8) had been consumed, the solvent was stripped
from the reaction under high vacuum. The resulting residue was
extracted with chloroform (5 x 5ml), dried (Na2SO4), and reduced by
rotary evaporation to yield the product, usually as a white solid.
Centrifugal chromatography over a 1-mm alumina plate and elution with
methylene chloride under ammonia atmosphere led to the separation of
two blue, highly fluorescent fast-moving bands. The first band eluted
from the plate was the major component and was concentrated, dissolved
in a minimum of hot benzene, filtered, and cooled. Hexane was added
when necessary to induce crystallization to yield 67 mg (88%) of
N(6)-allyl LSD mp 88-90 C
Now, do the math on the yields. If you don't screw anything up the
final yield is 38% of the d-LSD that you started with, for roughly the
same gain in potency, or less.
Time and again I hear or read that LSD was discovered by accident. This is only partly true. LSD came into being within a systematic research program, and the "accident" did not occur until much later: when LSD was already five years old, I happened to experience its unforeseeable effects in my own body - or rather, in my own mind.
Looking back over my professional career to trace the influential events and decisions that eventually steered my work toward the synthesis of LSD, I realize that the most decisive step was my choice of employment upon completion of my chemistry studies. If that decision had been different, then this substance, which has become known the world over, might never have been created. In order to tell the story of the origin of LSD, then, I must also touch briefly on my career as a chemist, since the two developments are inextricably interrelated.
In the spring of 1929, on concluding my chemistry studies at the University of Zurich, I joined the Sandoz Company's pharmaceutical-chemical research laboratory in Basel, as a co-worker with Professor Arthur Stoll, founder and director of the pharmaceutical department. I chose this position because it afforded me the opportunity to work on natural products, whereas two other job offers from chemical firms in Basel had involved work in the field of synthetic chemistry.


This was, altogether, a remarkable experience - both in its sudden onset and its extraordinary course. It seemed to have resulted from some external toxic influence; I surmised a connection with the substance I had been working with at the time, lysergic acid diethylamide tartrate. But this led to another question: how had I managed to absorb this material? Because of the known toxicity of ergot substances, I always maintained meticulously neat work habits. Possibly a bit of the LSD solution had contacted my fingertips during crystallization, and a trace of the substance was absorbed through the skin. If LSD-25 had indeed been the cause of this bizarre experience, then it must be a substance of extraordinary potency. There seemed to be only one way of getting to the bottom of this. I decided on a self-experiment.
Supplement of 4/21: Home by bicycle. From 18:00- ca.20:00 most severe crisis. (See special report.)

Before Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band...before Timothy Leary...before Ken Kesey's band of Merry Pranksters and their Electric Kool-Aid Acid Tests...before the dawn of the Grateful Dead, there was Alfred M. Hubbard: the Original Captain Trips.
You will not read about him in the history books. He left no diary, nor chatty relatives to memorialize him in print. And if a cadre of associates had not recently agreed to open its files, Captain Alfred M. Hubbard might exist in death as he did in life--a man of mirrors and shadows, revealing himself to even his closest friends only on a need-to-know basis.
They called him "the Johnny Appleseed of LSD." He was to the psychedelic movement nothing less than the membrane through which all passed to enter into the Mysteries. Beverly Hills psychiatrist Oscar Janiger once said of Hubbard, "We waited for him like a little old lady for the Sears-Roebuck catalog." Waited for him to unlock his ever-present leather satchel loaded with pharmaceutically-pure psilocybin, mescaline or his personal favorite, Sandoz LSD-25.
Those who will talk about Al Hubbard are few. Oscar Janiger told this writer that "nothing of substance has been written about Al Hubbard, and probably nothing ever should."
He is treated like a demigod by some, as a lunatic uncle by others. But nobody is ambivalent about the Captain: He was as brilliant as the noonday sun, mysterious as the rarest virus, and friendly like a golden retriever.
The first visage of Hubbard was beheld by Dr. Humphry Osmond, now senior psychiatrist at Alabama's Bryce Hospital. He and Dr. John Smythies were researching the correlation between schizophrenia and the hallucinogens mescaline and adrenochrome at Weyburn Hospital in Saskatchewan, Canada, when an A.M. Hubbard requested the pleasure of Osmond's company for lunch at the swank Vancouver Yacht Club. Dr. Osmond later recalled, "It was a very dignified place, and I was rather awed by it. [Hubbard] was a powerfully-built man...with a broad face and a firm hand-grip. He was also very genial, an excellent host."
Captain Hubbard was interested in obtaining some mescaline, and, as it was still legal, Dr. Osmond supplied him with some. "He was interested in all sorts of odd things," Osmond laughs. Among Hubbard's passions was motion. His identity as "captain" came from his master of sea vessels certification and a stint in the US Merchant Marine.
At the time of their meeting in 1953, Al Hubbard owned secluded Daymen Island off the coast of Vancouver--a former Indian colony surrounded by a huge wall of oyster shells. To access his 24-acre estate, Hubbard built a hangar for his aircraft and a slip for his yacht from a fallen redwood. But it was the inner voyage that drove the Captain until his death in 1982. Fueled by psychedelics, he set sail and rode the great wave as a neuronaut, with only the white noise in his ears and a fever in his brain.
His head shorn to a crew and wearing a paramilitary uniform with a holstered long-barrel Colt .45, Captain Al Hubbard showed up one day in '63 on the doorstep of a young Harvard psychologist named Timothy Leary.
"He blew in with that uniform...laying down the most incredible atmosphere of mystery and flamboyance, and really impressive bullshit!" Leary recalls. "He was pissed off. His Rolls Royce had broken down on the freeway, so he went to a pay phone and called the company in London. That's what kind of guy he was. He started name-dropping like you wouldn't believe...claimed he was friends with the Pope."
Did Leary believe him?
"Well, yeah, no question."
The captain had come bearing gifts of LSD, which he wanted to swap for psilocybin, the synthetic magic mushroom produced by Switzerland's Sandoz Laboratories. "The thing that impressed me," Leary remembers, "is on one hand he looked like a carpetbagger con man, and on the other he had these most-impressive people in the world on his lap, basically backing him."
Among Hubbard's heavyweight cheerleaders was Aldous Huxley, author of the sardonic novel Brave New World. Huxley had been turned on to mescaline by Osmond in '53, an experience that spawned the seminal psychedelic handbook The Doors of Perception. Huxley became an unabashed sponsor for the chemicals then known as "psychotomimetic"--literally, "madness mimicking."
But neither Huxley nor Hubbard nor Osmond experienced madness, and Dr. Osmond wrote a rhyme to Huxley one day in the early 1950s, coining a new word for the English language, and a credo for the next generation:
To fathom hell or soar angelic,
Just take a pinch of psychedelic.
* * *
Those who knew Al Hubbard would describe him as just a "barefoot boy from Kentucky," who never got past third grade. But as a young man, the shoeless hillbilly was purportedly visited by a pair of angels, who told him to build something. He had absolutely no training, "but he had these visions, and he learned to trust them early on," says Willis Harman, director of the Institute of Noetic Sciences in Sausalito, CA.
In 1919, guided by other-worldly forces, Hubbard invented the Hubbard Energy Transformer, a radioactive battery that could not be explained by the technology of the day. The Seattle Post- Intelligencer reported that Hubbard's invention, hidden in an 11" x 14" box, had powered a ferry- sized vessel around Seattle's Portico Bay nonstop for three days. Fifty percent rights to the patent were eventually bought by the Radium Corporation of Pittsburgh for $75,000, and nothing more was heard of the Hubbard Energy Transformer.
Hubbard stifled his talents briefly as an engineer in the early 1920s, but an unquenchable streak of mischief burned in the boy inventor. Vancouver magazine's Ben Metcalfe reports that Hubbard soon took a job as a Seattle taxi driver during Prohibition. With a sophisticated ship-to-shore communications system hidden in the trunk of his cab, Hubbard helped rum-runners to successfully ferry booze past the US and Canadian Coast Guards. He was, however, caught by the FBI and went to prison for 18 months.
After his release, Hubbard's natural talent for electronic communications attracted scouts from Allen Dulles's Office of Strategic Services (OSS). Also according to Metcalfe, Hubbard was at least peripherally involved in the Manhattan Project.
The captain was pardoned of any and all wrongdoing by Harry S. Truman under Presidential Pardon #2676, and subsequently became agent Captain Al Hubbard of the OSS. As a maritime specialist, Hubbard was enjoined to ship heavy armaments from San Diego to Canada at night, without lights, in the waning hours of World War II--an operations of dubious legality, which had him facing a Congressional investigation. To escape federal indictment, Hubbard moved to Vancouver and became a Canadian citizen.
Parlaying connections and cash, Hubbard founded Marine Manufacturing, a Vancouver charter-boat concern, and in his early 40s realized his lifelong ambition of becoming a millionaire. By 1950 he was scientific director of the Uranium Corporation of Vancouver, owned his own fleet of aircraft, a 100-foot yacht, and a Canadian island. And he was miserable.
"Al was desperately searching for meaning in his life," says Willis Harman. Seeking enlightenment, Hubbard returned to an area near Spokane, WA, where he'd spent summers during his youth. He hiked into the woods and an angel purportedly appeared to him in a clearing. "She told Al that something tremendously important to the future of mankind would be coming soon, and that he could play a role in it if he wanted to," says Harman. "But he hadn't the faintest clue what he was supposed to be looking for."
In 1951, reading The Hibberd Journal, a scientific paper of the time, Hubbard stumbled across an article about the behavior of rats given LSD. "He knew that was it," says Harman. Hubbard went and found the person conduction the experiment, and came back with some LSD for himself. After his very first acid experience, he became a True Believer.
"Hubbard discovered psychedelics as a boon and a sacrament," recalls Leary.
A 1968 resume states that Hubbard was at various times employed by the Canadian Special Services, the US Justice Department and, ironically, what is now the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. Whether he was part of the CIA mind-control project known as MK-ULTRA, might never be known: all paperwork generated in connection with that diabolical experiment was destroyed in '73 by MK-ULTRA chief Dr. Sidney Gottlieb, on orders from then-CIA Director Richard Helms, citing a "paper crisis."
←L$D + MI5Under the auspices of MK-ULTRA the CIA regularly dosed its agents and associates with powerful hallucinogens as a preemptive measure against the Soviets' own alleged chemical technology, often with disastrous results. The secret project would see at least two deaths: tennis pro Harold Blauer died after a massive injection of MDA; and the army's own Frank Olson, a biological-warfare specialist, crashed through a closed window in the 12th floor of New York's Statler Hotel, after drinking cognac laced with LSD during a CIA symposium. Dr. Osmond doubts that Hubbard would have been associated with such a project "not particularly on humanitarian grounds, but on the grounds that it was bad technique."
[Note: Recently, a researcher for WorldNetDaily and author of a forthcoming book based on the Frank Olson "murder," revealed to this writer that he has received, via a FOIA request of CIA declassified materials, documents which indicate that Al Hubbard was, indeed, in contact with Dr. Sidney Gottlieb and George Hunter White--an FBI narcotics official who managed Operation Midnight Climax, a joint CIA/FBI blackmail project in which unwitting "johns" were given drinks spiked with LSD by CIA-managed prostitutes, and whose exploits were videotaped from behind two-way mirrors at posh hotels in both New York and San Francisco. The researcher would reveal only that Al Hubbard's name "appeared in connection with Gottlieb and White, but the material is heavily redacted."]Hubbard's secret connections allowed him to expose over 6,000 people to LSD before it was effectively banned in '66. He shared the sacrament with a prominent Monsignor of the Catholic Church in North America, explored the roots of alcoholism with AA founder Bill Wilson, and stormed the pearly gates with Aldus Huxley (in a session that resulted in the psychedelic tome Heaven and Hell), as well as supplying most of the Beverly Hills psychiatrists, who, in turn, turned on actors Cary Grant, James Coburn, Jack Nicholson, novelist Anais Nin, and filmmaker Stanley Kubrick.
Laura Huxley met Captain Hubbard for the first time at her and her husband's Hollywood Hills home in the early 1960s. "He showed up for lunch one afternoon, and he brought with him a portable tank filled with a gas of some kind. He offered some to us," she recalls, "but we said we didn't care for any, so he put it down and we all had lunch. He went into the bathroom with the tank after lunch, and breathed into it for about ten seconds. It must have been very concentrated, because he came out revitalized and very jubilant, talking about a vision he had seen of the Virgin Mary."
"I was convinced that he was the man to bring LSD to planet Earth," remarks, Myron Stolaroff, who was assistant to the president of long-range planning at Ampex Corporation when he met the captain. Stolaroff learned of Hubbard through philosopher Gerald Heard, a friend and spiritual mentor to Huxley. "Gerald had reached tremendous levels of contemplative prayer, and I didn't know what in the world he was doing fooling around with drugs."
Heard had written a letter to Stolaroff, describing the beauty of his psychedelic experience with Al Hubbard. "That letter would be priceless--but Hubbard, I'm sure, arranged to have it stolen.... He was a sonofabitch: God and the Devil, both there in full force."
Stolaroff was so moved by Heard's letter that, in '56, he agreed to take LSD with Hubbard in Vancouver. "After that first LSD experience, I said 'this is the greatest discovery man has ever made.'"
He was not alone.
Through his interest in aircraft, Hubbard had become friends with a prominent Canadian businessman. The businessman eventually found himself taking LSD with Hubbard and, after coming down, told Hubbard never to worry about money again: He had seen the future, and Al Hubbard was its Acid Messiah.
Hubbard abandoned his uranium empire and, for the next decade, traveled the globe as a psychedelic missionary. "Al's dream was to open up a worldwide chain of clinics as training grounds for other LSD researchers," says Stolaroff. His first pilgrimage was to Switzerland, home of Sandoz Laboratories, producers of both Delysid (trade name for LSD) and psilocybin. He procured a gram of LSD (roughly 10,000 doses) and set up shop in a safe-deposit vault in the Zurich airport's duty-free section. From there he was able to ship quantities of his booty without a tariff to a waiting world.
Swiss officials quickly detained Hubbard for violating the nation's drug laws, which provided no exemption from the duty-free provision. Myron Stolaroff petitioned Washington for the Captain's release, but the State Department wanted nothing to do with Al Hubbard. Oddly, when a hearing was held, blue-suited officials from the department were in attendance. The Swiss tribunal declared Hubbard's passport invalid for five years, and he was deported. Undeterred, Hubbard traveled to Czechoslovakia, where he had another gram of LSD put into tablet form by Chemapol--a division of the pharmaceutical giant Spofa--and then flew west.
Procuring a Ph.D. in biopsychology from a less-than-esteemed academic outlet called Taylor University, the captain became Dr. Alfred M. Hubbard, clinical therapist. In '57, he met Ross MacLean, medical superintendent of the Hollywood Hospital in New Westminster, Canada. MacLean was so impressed with Hubbard's knowledge of the human condition that he devoted an entire wing of the hospital to the study of psychedelic therapy for chronic alcoholics.
According to Metcalfe, MacLean was also attracted to the fact that Hubbard was Canada's sole licensed importer of Sandoz LSD. "I remember seeing Al on the phone in his living room one day. He was elated because the FDA had just given him IND#1," says one Hubbard confidante upon condition of anonymity.
His Investigational New Drug permit also allowed Hubbard to experiment with LSD in the USA. For the next few years, Hubbard--together with Canadian psychiatrist Abram Hoffer and Dr. Humphry Osmond--pioneered a psychedelic regimen with a recovery rate of between 60% and 70%--far above that of AA or Schick Hospital's so-called "aversion therapy." Hubbard would lift mentally-disturbed lifelong alcoholics out of psychosis with a mammoth dose of liquid LSD, letting them view their destructive habits from a completely new vantage point. "As a therapist, he was one of the best," says Stolaroff, who worked with Hubbard until 1965 at the International Federation for Advanced Study in Menlo Park, California, which he founded after leaving Ampex.
Whereas many LSD practitioners were content to strap their patients onto a 3' x 6' cot and have them attempt to perform a battery of mathematical formulae with a head full of LSD, Hubbard believed in a comfortable couch and throw pillows. He also employed icons and symbols to send the experience into a variety of different directions: someone uptight may be asked to look at a photo of a glacier, which would soon melt into blissful relaxation; a person seeking the spiritual would be directed to a picture of Jesus, and enter into a one-on-one relationship with the Savior.
But Hubbard's days at Hollywood Hospital ended in 1957, not long after they had begun, after a philosophical dispute with Ross MacLean. The suave hospital administrator was getting fat from the $1,000/dose fees charged to Hollywood's elite patients, who included members of the Canadian Parliament and the American film community. Hubbard, who believed in freely distributing LSD for the world good, felt pressured by MacLean to share in the profits, and ultimately resigned rather than accept an honorarium for his services.
His departure came as the Canadian Medical Association was becoming increasingly suspicious of Hollywood Hospital in the wake of publicity surrounding MK-ULTRA. The Canadian Citizen's Commission on Human Rights had already discovered one Dr. Harold Abramson, a CIA contract psychiatrist, on the board of MacLean's International Association for Psychedelic Therapy, and external pressure was weighing on MacLean to release Al Hubbard, the former OSS officer with suspected CIA links. Compounding Hubbard's plight was the death of his Canadian benefactor, leaving Hubbard with neither an income nor the financial cushion upon which he had become dependent.
His services were eventually recruited by Willis Harman, then-Director of the Educational Policy Research Center within the Stanford Research Institute (SRI) of Stanford University. Harman employed Hubbard as a security guard for SRI, "although," Harman admits, "Al never did anything resembling security work."
Hubbard was specifically assigned to the Alternative Futures Project, which performed future-oriented strategic planning for corporations and government agencies. Harman and Hubbard shared a goal "to provide the [LSD] experience to political and intellectual leaders around the world." Harman acknowledges that "Al's job was to run the special [LSD] sessions for us."
According to Dr. Abram Hoffer, "Al had a grandiose idea that if he could give the psychedelic experience to the major executives of the Fortune 500 companies, he would change the whole of society."
Hubbard's tenure at SRI was uneasy. The political bent of the Stanford think-tank was decidedly left-wing, clashing sharply with Hubbard's own world-perspective. "Al was really an arch-conservative," says the confidential source. "He really didn't like what the hippies were doing with LSD, and he held Timothy Leary in great contempt."
Humphry Osmond recalls a particular psilocybin session in which "Al got greatly preoccupied with the idea that he ought to shoot Timothy, and when I began to reason with him that this would be a very bad idea...I became much concerned that he might shoot me..."
"To Al," says Myron Stolaroff, "LSD enabled man to see his true self, his true nature and the true order of things." But, to Hubbard, the true order of things had little to do with the antics of the American Left.
Recognizing its potential psychic hazards, Hubbard believed that LSD should be administered and monitored by trained professionals. He claimed that he had stockpiled more LSD than anyone on the planet besides Sandoz--including the US government--and he clearly wanted a firm hand in influencing the way it was used. However, Hubbard refused all opportunities to become the LSD Philosopher-King. Whereas Leary would naturally gravitate toward any microphone available, Hubbard preferred the role of the silent curandero, providing the means for the experience, and letting voyagers decipher its meaning for themselves. When cornered by a video camera shortly before this death, and asked to say something to the future, Hubbard replied simply, "You're the future."
In March of 1966, the cold winds of Congress blew out all hope for Al Hubbard's enlightened Mother Earth. Facing a storm of protest brought on by Leary's reckless antics and the "LSD-related suicide" of Diane Linkletter, President Lyndon Johnson signed into law the Drug Abuse Control Amendment, which declared lysergic acid diethylamide a Schedule I substance; simple possession was deemed a felony, punishable by 15 years in prison. According to Humphry Osmond, Hubbard lobbied Vice-President Hubert Humphrey, who reportedly took the cause of LSD into the Senate chambers, and emerged un-victorious.
"[The government] had a deep fear of having their picture of reality challenged," mourns Harman. "It had nothing to do with people harming their lives with chemicals--because if you took all the people who had ever had any harmful effects from psychedelics, it's minuscule compared to those associated with alcohol and tobacco."
FDA chief James L. Goddard ordered agents to seize all remaining psychedelics not accounted for by Sandoz. "It was scary," recalls Dr. Oscar Janiger, whose Beverly Hills office was raided and years' worth of clinical research confiscated.
Hubbard begged Abram Hoffer to let him hide his supply in Hoffer's Canadian Psychiatric Facility. But the doctor refused, and its believed that Hubbard sent most of his LSD back to Switzerland, rather than risk prosecution. When the panic subsided, only five government-approved scientists were allowed to continue LSD research--none using humans, and none of them associated with Al Hubbard. In 1968, his finances in ruins, Hubbard was forced to sell his private island sanctuary for what one close friend termed "a pittance." He filled a number of boats with the antiquated electronics used in his eccentric nuclear experiments, and left Daymen Island for California. Hubbard's efforts in his last decade were effectively wasted, according to most of his friends. Lack of both finances and government permit to resume research crippled all remaining projects he may have had in the hopper.
After SRI canceled his contract in 1974 Hubbard went into semiretirement, splitting his time between a 5-acre ranch in Vancouver and an apartment in Menlo Park. But in 1978, battling an enlarged heart and never far away from a bottle of pure oxygen, Hubbard make one last run at the FDA. He applied for an IND to use LSD-25 on terminal cancer patients, furnishing the FDA with two decades of clinical documentation. The FDA set the application aside, pending the addition to Hubbard's team of a medical doctor, a supervised medical regimen, and an AMA-accredited hospital. Hubbard secured the help of Oscar Janiger, but the two could not agree on methodology, and Janiger bowed out, leaving Al Hubbard, in his late 70s, without the strength to carry on alone.
Says Willis Harman: "He knew that his work was done."
* * *
The Captain lived out his last days nearly broke, having exhausted his resources trying to harness a dream. Like the final fleeting hour of an acid trip--when the edge softens and a man realizes that he will not solve the secrets of the Universe, despite what the mind had said earlier--Hubbard smiled gracefully, laid down his six-shooter, and retired to a mobile home in Casa Grande, Arizona.
On August 31, 1982, at the age of 81, Al Hubbard was called home, having ridden the dream like a rodeo cowboy. On very quiet nights, with the right kind of ears, you can hear him giving God hell.

That Hubbard, of all people, should have emerged as the first genuine LSD apostle is all the more curious in light of his longstanding affiliation with the cloak-and-dagger trade. Indeed, he was no run-of-the-mill spook. As a high-level OSS officer, the Captain directed an extremely sensitive covert operation that involved smuggling weapons and war material to Great Britain prior to the attack on Pearl Harbor. In pitch darkness he sailed ships without lights up the coast to Vancouver, where they were refitted and used as destroyers by the British navy. He also flew planes to the border, took them apart, towed the pieces into Canada, and sent them to England. These activities began with the quiet approval of President Roosevelt nearly a year and a half before the US officially entered the war. To get around the neutrality snag, Hubbard became a Canadian citizen in a mock procedure. While based in Vancouver (where he later settled), he personally handled several million dollars filtered by the OSS through the American consulate to finance a multitude of covert operations in Europe. All this, of course, was highly illegal, and President Truman later issued a special pardon with kudos to the Captain and his men.
Not long after receiving this presidential commendation, Hubbard was introduced to LSD by Dr. Ronald Sandison of Great Britain. During his first acid trip in 1951, he claimed to have witnessed his own conception. "It was the deepest mystical thing I've ever seen," the Captain recounted. "I saw myself as a tiny mite in a big swamp with a spark of intelligence. I saw my mother and father having intercourse. It was all clear." Hubbard, then forty-nine years old, eagerly sought out others familiar with hallucinogenic drugs, including Aldous Huxley, the eminent British novelist who for years had been preoccupied with the specter of drug-induced thought control.
In May 1953, less than a month after the CIA initiated Operation MK-ULTRA, Huxley tried mescaline for the first time at his home in Hollywood Hills, California, under the supervision of Hubbard's friend, Dr. Humphry Osmond. "It was without question the most extraordinary and significant experience this side of the Beatific Vision," Huxley wrote in his famous essay The Doors of Perception. Moreover, "it opens up a host of philosophical problems, throws intense light and raises all manner of questions in the field of aesthetics, religion, theory of knowledge."
In 1955, with the Captain Hubbard acting as a guide, Huxley took his first dose of LSD. Although he consumed only a tiny amount, the experience was highly significant. "What came through the closed door," he stated, "was the realization--not the knowledge, for this wasn't verbal or abstract--but the direct, total awareness, from the inside, so to say, of Love as the primary and fundamental cosmic fact. These words, of course, have a kind of indecency and must necessarily ring false, seem like twaddle. But the fact remains...I was this fact or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that this fact occupied the place where I had been."
Huxley and his LSD mentor were a most improbable duo. The coarse, uneducated Captain lacked elegance and restraint ("I'm just a born son of a bitch!" he bellowed), while the tall, slender novelist epitomized the genteel qualities of the British intellectual. Yet the two men were evidently quite taken by each other. Huxley spoke admiringly of "the good Captain" whose uranium exploits served "as a passport into the most exalted spheres of government, business, and ecclesiastical polity." In a letter to Osmond he commented, "What Babes in the Wood we literary gents and professional men are! The great World occasionally requires your services, is mildly amused by mine, but its full attention and deference are paid to Uranium and Big Business. So what extraordinary luck that this representative of both these Higher Powers should (a) have become so passionately interested in mescalin and (b) be such a very nice man."
Despite their markedly different styles Huxley and Hubbard shared a unique appreciation of the revelatory aspect of hallucinogenic drugs. It was Hubbard who originally suggested that an LSD-induced mystical experience might harbor unexplored therapeutic potential. He administered large doses of acid to gravely ill alcoholics with the hope that the ensuing experience would lead to a drastic and permanent change in the way they viewed themselves and the world. The initial results were encouraging.
Hubbard and his coworkers considered LSD the most remarkable drug they had ever come across. They saw no reason to restrict their studies to alcoholics. If LSD changed the way sick people looked at the world, would it not have as powerful an effect on others as well? With this in mind Osmond and Hubbard came up with the idea that LSD could be used to transform the belief systems of world leaders and thereby further the cause of world peace. Although few are willing to disclose the details of those sessions, a close associate of Hubbard's insisted that they "affected the thinking of the political leadership of North America." Those said to have participated in the LSD sessions include a prime minister, assistants to heads of state, UN representatives, and members of the British parliament. "My job," said Hubbard, "was to sit on the couch next to the psychiatrist and put the people through it, which I did."
Hubbard's influence on the above-ground research scene went far beyond the numerous innovations he introduced: high-dose therapy group sessions, enhancing the drug effect with strobe lights, and ESP experiments while under the influence of LSD. His impressive standing among business and political leaders in the United States and Canada enabled him to command large supplies of the hallucinogen which he distributed freely to friends and researchers at considerable personal expense. "People heard about it, and they wanted to try it," he explained.
During the 1950s and early 1960s he turned on thousands of people from all walks of life--policemen, statesmen, captains of industry, church figures, scientists. "They all thought it was the most marvelous thing," he stated. "And I never saw a psychosis in any one of these cases." When certain US medical officials complained that Hubbard was not a licensed physician and therefore should not be permitted to administer drugs, the Captain just laughed and bought a doctor's degree from a diploma mill in Kentucky. "Dr." Hubbard had such remarkable credentials that he received special perrmssion from Rome to administer LSD within the context of the Catholic faith. "He had kind of an incredible way of getting that sort of thing," said a close associate who claimed to have seen the papers from the Vatican. Hubbard's converts included the Reverend J. E. Brown, a Catholic priest at the Cathedral of the Holy Rosary in Vancouver. After his initiation into the psychedelic mysteries, Reverend Brown recommended the experience to members of his parish. In a letter to the faithful dated December 8, 1957, he wrote, "We humbly ask Our Heavenly Mother the Virgin Mary, help of all who call upon Her to aid us to know and understand the true qualities of these psychedelics, the full capacities of man's noblest faculties and according to God's laws to use them for the benefit of mankind here and in eternity."


By R.C. Vancouver Sun Newspaper December 8, 2001 Long before Timothy Leary and the Summer of Love, patients at Hollywood Hospital in New Westminster, Canada, were being treated with LSD. To Rick Doblin, New Westminster's Hollywood Hospital was a far-off place of myth and legend. It was 1972, and being a college student in Florida, he was keen to expand his mind. So he wrote to the hospital to see whether he could undergo its most famous treatment; a 12-hour trip into his consciousness, under the influence of pure Sandoz LSD. "It was the only place left where you could have a guided LSD experience in a controlled setting," Doblin says. But the hospital told him it would cost $600, more than an 18-year-old could afford, and the trip never happened. He never forgot about that hospital, though. After doing a PhD in public policy at Harvard, he became director of the Multidisciplinary Association for Psychedelic Studies, a Florida-based research group that designs experiments using mind-altering drugs in psychiatric therapy. Last month Doblin was in the news because the U.S. Food and Drug Administration had approved a MAPS-designed study using MDMA (better known as Ecstasy) for post-traumatic stress disorder. Now Doblin is helping create an experiment using LSD - which, like MDMA, was successfully used by therapists for years before it was outlawed. So he's set his sights once again on Hollywood Hospital - or at least the files for the thousands of patients who were treated there with LSD between 1957 and 1975. "Mystery hung over it like a cloak," says Ben Metcalfe. Back in the 1950s, Hollywood Hospital - located inside an enormous mansion obscured by holly trees - was known mainly as an alcoholic treatment centre, the place Wacky Bennett's ministers went to dry out after too many meetings around the liquor cabinet. But in 1959 Metcalfe, a staff writer at The Province, started hearing strange stories about a powerful drug being tested at the hospital, and he decided to check it out. Lysergic acid diethylamide was perfectly legal back then. First synthesized in 1938 by the Swiss pharmaceutical firm Sandoz AG, the drug was first marketed to psychiatrists after the Second World War as a tool to "elicit release of repressed material." By the 1950s, reports of miracle cures started to circulate, especially from Saskatchewan, where psychiatrists claimed that up to 60 per cent of their alcoholic patients stopped boozing after one huge dose of LSD. Hollywood Hospital's new medical director, Dr. J. Ross MacLean, started using the same technique. But the B.C. College of Physicians and Surgeons was skeptical, and it petitioned the government to revoke the hospital's funding. MacLean needed some good press. That's why one morning Ben Metcalfe found himself in Hollywood Hospital's therapy suite, downing 400 micrograms of liquid Sandoz LSD - 20 times the average hit of today's illegal street acid - served up in a crystal chalice. "For a long time I took it to be the great experience of my life," says Metcalfe, who later became one of the founding members of Greenpeace, then a Zen monk, and now is 82 and living on Vancouver Island. "Then I woke up again to the fact that life itself is a great experience. And that includes the LSD experience." For 12 straight hours, Metcalfe was thrust into "the blast furnace of truth," as he described it in a series of articles for The Province - weeping at the beauty of his hands, replaying every memory of his life, wading into the Milky Way and measuring his own insignificance against the infinite majesty of the cosmos. "Then I became part of men again and joined their quarrels, not as a so-called civilized man, but as a frightened, primitive thing looking into the faces of all the gods," he wrote. As he discovered, LSD therapy forced patients to realize that they were utterly alone, and responsible for their fate. It packed years of psychoanalysis into a single day. But it worked best when the trip was directed by a good therapist, and in that respect Metcalfe was lucky. His guide was Al Hubbard, "the Johnny Appleseed of LSD," the guy who turned on Timothy Leary for the first time a year later, in 1960. Hubbard, the gregarious owner of a Vancouver-based uranium mining company and a devout Catholic, first experienced LSD in the late 1940s, and had made it his life's mission to spread the gospel of psychedelics around the world. Though he hailed from the backwoods of Kentucky, Hubbard was a full-blown mystic. He'd discovered that a massive dose of LSD opened up a profound and terrifying spiritual awareness, and he'd started developing techniques to guide patients to the Other World - getting them to write out extensive autobiographies recounting their hang-ups and traumas beforehand, and then, while they were on LSD, using religious icons, the music of Bach, or artwork (Salvador Dali's vertigo-inducing "Christ of St. John of the Cross" was a favourite) to evoke spiritual associations. Hubbard had helped design the successful therapies used in Saskatchewan (a story documented in this month's issue of Western Living magazine) so when he turned up at Hollywood Hospital, MacLean let him build an LSD suite, complete with a fireplace and a giant womb-like sofa. "He knew more about life than the average person," says Metcalfe of Hubbard, who died in 1982. "He had an affectionate contempt for social schemes or psychological designs. He was a believer, but a sophisticated Catholic - what the French call les elus, the 'elect.' He knew that God winks at the occasional sin." Indeed, God seemed to be on Hubbard's side. In December of 1957, Hubbard inspired a monsignor at Vancouver's Holy Rosary Cathedral to write a letter of introduction for those taking the LSD journey. Just to be safe, the letter asked "Our Heavenly Mother the Virgin Mary, [and] all who call upon Her to aid us to know and understand the true qualities of these psychedelics - and according to God's laws to use them for the benefit of mankind here and in eternity." With that kind of approval and Hubbard's business contacts, LSD became legit. As Metcalfe later reported, Vancouver Sun publisher Don Cromie enjoyed an LSD session at Hollywood, as did the Sun's fashion editor. The courts and the Salvation Army started referring alcoholics to the hospital, and a few church leaders even took the trip themselves. "LSD therapy enabled patients to see themselves differently, and to 'happen' in another way," says Ray Woollam, who was a 32-year-old United Church minister when he visited Hollywood Hospital in 1958, and now is a self-help author in Duncan. "That's what human change is about, not from the insights of an analyst." In academic papers, Hubbard and MacLean claimed a success rate of 80 per cent with their alcoholic patients. Whether that number could stand up to scrutiny is debatable, but their techniques certainly brought about some extraordinary conversions. Metcalfe did follow-up interviews with 15 patients - radio executives, lawyers, prostitutes - and they all told him they'd been transformed by LSD therapy. "Drunken housewives, the sherry-party ones up in the British Properties, they were the most pathetic. I saw several of those women changed completely." One of the patients, Barrie Leggatt remembers he was so riddled with anxiety that he could barely hold his job as an inventory clerk. But during his LSD session, Hubbard showed him a bouquet of roses. "He said, 'Now hate them.' They withered and the petals fell off, and I started to cry. Then he said 'Love them,' and they came back brighter and even more spectacular than before. That meant a lot to me," Leggatt says at his home in Victoria. "I realized that you can make your relationships into anything you want. The way I was having trouble with people was coming from me." "It's kind of like being reborn," he continues. "You're ready to see things anew. But little by little you keep running up against the same problems, because the outside world's the same. There was no follow-up, and that's a shame, because the experience was so good. I still think LSD's got great potential." Leggatt also spent some time with Hubbard tootling around town in Hubbard's two-tone Rolls Royce, and flying over to his three-bedroom retreat on Dayman Island, in the southern Gulf Islands, in one of his private planes. Legend has it that Hubbard kept an LSD lab on the island, but Leggatt say s he didn't see anything of the kind - although Hubbard did keep ducking out to take mind-bending hits of carbogen a mixture of carbon dioxide and oxygen he kept in scuba tanks in the boathouse. "The front was always benign, but you always felt there was a hell of a lot going on behind him," says Leggatt. As Metcalfe fund out, Hubbard served with the Office of Strategic Services (the predecessor to the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency) during the war, and had been involved with shipping uranium for the Manhattan Project - connections leading some to speculate Hubbard was really working for the CIA, which experimented with LSD as a mind-control drug in its notorious MKULTRA program. (In 1980 the B.C. government actually investigated possible CIA involvement at Hollywood Hospital, but was unable to find any conclusive evidence.) Metcalfe says Hubbard always maintained that LSD should be used for the enlightenment and betterment of mankind. But Hubbard did become a government agent again: When "bathtub" acid started showing up on the street, he was so enraged that the holy sacrament was being defiled by criminals that he went to work for the FDA, and in 1963 he participated in a sting operation against two Vancouver LSD dealers who'd beaten Metcalfe near to death. Hubbard had left Vancouver by then, reportedly because he'd argued with MacLean about the extravagant fees that hospital charged for an LSD session - anywhere from $500 to $1,000 - and he moved to California and started dosing business executives. (For more of this story, check out "Storming Heaven: LSD and the American Dream" by Jay Stevens.) MacLean continued the paid sessions, and soon became so wealthy he was able to plunk down enough cash to buy Casa Mia, the most extravagant property on Southwest Marine Drive. But he needed more staff, and he hired Frank Ogden, a helicopter pilot from Toronto who'd shown up on the hospital's doorstep after reading about LSD in Maclean's magazine. Ogden, who's now 81 and calls himself "Dr. Tomorrow," making prognostications about the future from his wired Coal Harbour houseboat, was Hollywood's resident therapist from 1961 to 1968. During that time, he recalls, a New York clinic recruited Hollywood's doctors to speculate about the possible ways LSD could be used as a terrorist weapon. "There was a big fear that someone would throw a bucket of juice into a reservoir and a whole city would go crazy," Ogden says, but they determined it wouldn't work because LSD is neutralized by the iron in tap water. Clearly the U.S. government was worried. Timothy Leary was campaigning for the widespread public use of psychedelics, and alarming (though utterly false) stories about chromosome damage and blindness caused by LSD were appearing in the news. In 1966, the U.S. banned LSD completely. But it was still legal in Canada, and curious Yankees started showing up at Hollywood Hospital, cash in hand. "We had a big clientele from California," Ogden says. "Out of the 1,100 or so we did, certainly a hundred were household names." He's coy about revealing exactly who they were, though. Cary Grant? "Let's say he was in the area," Ogden replies. But there are stories in print: the 1985 book "Acid Dreams: The CIA LSD and the Sixties Rebellion", for example, mentions that Robert Kennedy's wife Ethel underwent LSD therapy at Hollywood Hospital. And earlier this year, the easy-listening singer Andy Williams told the British newspaper, The Guardian, that he dropped acid "three or four times" in New Westminster to deal with his marital problems. "It was interesting," the Moon River crooner said. "You go back and see yourself being born, see yourself pooping in your diapers, you go through a lot of stuff. It changed me - I came out realizing that the only things important to me were family, friends and love. Maybe that's why I'm so cool." Celebrities also worked at the hospital. Mimsy Farmer, a starlet whose oeuvre mainly consisted of biker films, told Variety early in 1967 that she was heading to Vancouver to become a "psychedelic therapeutic assistant." Ogden recalls that Farmer was only at the hospital briefly, because she'd had a bad trip during her "training." But the experience informed her work: in her next picture, Riot on Sunset Strip, she performed one of the most outrageous LSD-freakout scenes ever committed to celluloid. Vancouver's establishment was not amused. In 1967, led by crusading Point Grey MLA (and UBC neurologist) Pat McGeer, the provincial government passed a law banning LSD, although a judge later struck it down because it was unconstitutional. New Westminster politicians also started pressuring MacLean, threatening to have the hospital shut down for violations of the fire code. Ottawa started putting more and more restrictions on LSD, and the province pulled all its funding from Hollywood Hospital in 1975. So when developers made a lucrative offer to MacLean that year, he sold the property, and six months later it was torn down and replaced by the Westminster Mall. The hospital's files still exist, however-just before he died, MacLean gave them to Frank Ogden, the patients' lengthy autobiographies included. As you'd expect of a man with an eye on the future, Ogden's holding out for a TV deal. "There's more than a book," he says. "Any one of these stories is bigger than an episode of the X-Files. And this is reality." Actually, a movie featuring Hollywood Hospital is already in the works: Ogden was recently interviewed by the National Film Board, which is completing a documentary on the history of LSD due to be released in February. Of course, Rick Doblin and MAPS are also interested in the Hollywood files; Doblin says that could help confirm that, used in a controlled setting, LSD therapy is safe and effective. But after all that's happened, would the U.S. government ever let anyone experiment with LSD? Doblin thinks so. The widespread use of anti-depressants has made people more aware about the relationship between consciousness and chemistry. "But Prozac you're supposed to take every day, forever, and MDMA and LSD you're only supposed to take a few times under controlled therapy - they're really designed to go beyond drugs, they're designed to deal with causes as opposed to symptom relief," Doblin says. And mainstream culture has changed a great deal since the 1960s. "Now we've got football players doing yoga. "All sorts of people are familiar with the idea of near-death experience - we've adopted that into our culture. The high-dose mystical psychedelic experience isn't so alien to us any more."
Like it or not, a long-repressed part of Vancouver's history may be due for
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LSD discovered? GOD + LSD?
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WAR + LSD?
CIA + LSD? FBI + LSD?