Haroon Moghul’s essay “The Wrong Imam” [December 2017] is a fearless description of a spiritual experience. It’s remarkable that he recognized such a profound moment of grace and was able to convey the passion of it. Thank you for publishing this piece.

Terry Moore
Dickinson, North Dakota

Reading Mark Leviton’s interview with William Richards about the transformative potential of psychedelic drugs [“From Here to Eternity,” November 2017] gave me a better understanding of something that happened to me when I received a dire health diagnosis. During that difficult time in my life, when I was facing my mortality, I had what might be described as an encounter with a divine presence: inexplicably, all of my fears completely vanished. Years later I am still moved to tears by the memory. It changed my life. I appreciate how Richards showed that a single experience of altered consciousness can lead directly to a greater sense of compassion for others.

Jackie Allison
Johnstown, Pennsylvania

The formula for spiritual enlightenment that William Richards proposes is firmly in the American tradition of the quick fix: pop a pill.

In nearly all the mystical traditions, enlightenment is the result of renouncement, study, and contemplation — a life of devotion. Mystical experiences may be achieved by taking psychedelic drugs, but where is one supposed to gain the insight to contextualize those experiences so that their lessons might be shared with others?

To be “flooded with love, beauty, and peace beyond anything that I had ever known,” as Richards claims to have been, must have been a wonderful experience. But taking LSD for such an experience seems to me more like watching a movie than living the story.

Stephen Hussey
Greenfield, Massachusetts

Mark Leviton’s interview with William Richards was irresponsible and harmful. It makes perfect sense that an American wrote this. We approach life with a fast-food mentality, and our economy runs on the idea that all you need to be happy is a bigger TV, a better car, or the newest iPhone. Richards is a salesman for the consumerist solution to our deepest inner dilemma.

The true road to spiritual awakening is a marathon: a long, often grueling journey. I’m not surprised there are those who would like to sell us a shortcut.

Helen Hill
Portland, Oregon

William Richards responds:

Profound transcendental experiences, whether facilitated by meditation, psychedelic substances, or other means, may herald the awakening or nurturing of one’s spiritual development. For many, on the other hand, life’s meaning tends to be discovered by applying insights to the challenges of everyday living. I invite interested readers to learn more about the results of recent research with psychedelics at csp.org, heffter.org, and usonainstitute.org, and in my book, Sacred Knowledge.

Damien Echols’s quote about prisons doing everything in their power to sever ties between inmates and the outside world [Sunbeams, October 2017] really hit home. After nearly a decade of being an inmate with the Michigan Department of Corrections, I am still amazed at how the prison system does this: taking phone privileges away for years at a time, or moving us to prisons far from our families, who then can’t afford to visit.

When I told the prison administrators my father was sick and dying, they did not want to hear my “sob story.” He passed away last year. I had not seen him since December 2011. I could not afford the two grand to pay armed guards to escort me to his funeral.

Timothy Becktel, #709374
Munising, Michigan

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Bloomington, Indiana

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A lot of this, it seems, has to do with Donald Trump and the energies he’s tapped into. I didn’t vote for Trump, but I’m a native of East Tennessee, and I love my home state more than anywhere else. Many people from here voted for him. I don’t always understand my neighbors’ choices, though I strive to. I thought The Sun would be a place where that type of deeper understanding could be reached. It would be a tragedy if this magazine became just a more literary version of The Nation or The New Republic, with partisan labels clearly displayed so that only the “right” people read it.

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Portland, Oregon

Correction

In our January 2018 “One Nation, Indivisible” section, we neglected to include the photographer’s name, Anna Blackshaw, alongside her photo of Tom Hayden. The Sun regrets the error.