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In 1967, a Harvard psychologist who had been fired for giving psychedelics to a student handed an old man in a blanket three tablets of LSD. It was about nine times a normal dose. According to the psychologist, nothing happened. What the old man told him next changed his life, and years later sent a teenager to India who would go on to change all of ours. The psychologist was Richard Alpert. The old man was Neem Karoli Baba, a Hindu saint his followers called Maharaj-ji. Alpert had been a rising star at Harvard. With Timothy Leary, he ran experiments with psilocybin and LSD, which were still legal then. In 1963, Harvard fired him for giving psilocybin to an undergraduate. He didn't stop, and for years he chased the same thing over and over. The doors would open, he would see something vast, and then he would come down, every single time. In 1967 he went to India, more as a tourist than a pilgrim. A young American seeker led him into the Himalayan foothills, to a small temple and an old man in a blanket. The night before, Alpert had been outside under the stars, thinking about his mother. She had died not long before. The old man looked at him and started talking about it. Then he named the organ that had killed her, her spleen. Alpert had told no one in India. Something in him broke open. He cried, and couldn't stop. The next day, Maharaj-ji asked for "the medicine." Alpert handed him the pills and watched him swallow them. He waited for the old man to fly. Nothing seemed to happen to him at all. Afterwards, he told Alpert that the state he had been chasing could be reached through meditation. And that he could live in it. Alpert stayed, and Maharaj-ji gave him a new name, Ram Dass, servant of God. Back in America, he wrote a book. Around ten publishers turned it down. A small spiritual community in New Mexico printed it instead. It was called Be Here Now. It went on to sell more than two million copies. But here is the part almost nobody knows. One of its readers was a teenager in California. He later said the book transformed him and many of his friends. In 1974, at 19, he travelled to India to meet Maharaj-ji himself. He arrived months too late. The old man had died the previous September. The teenager's name was Steve Jobs. Now the honest part. Skeptics have doubted the LSD story for decades. Ram Dass kept telling it anyway. But the pills were never the point. Think about what that means. Alpert had spent years trying to get high enough to reach something. Every time, he came back down. The old man showed him it was never up there. It was what's left when the chasing stops. Most of us are still chasing a state. The retreat high. The breakthrough. The day it finally clicks for good. And every time, we come back down. In 1967, a Harvard psychologist went to India looking for a state he could stay in. He came home with three words. Be here now.