To answer your original question: as far as I know, psychedelics aren't legal - even in the clinical sense (aside from a few scattered trials here and there) - in any modern/"civilized" country. But I don't know very far, so I may be wrong. I've definitely heard of various indigenous tribes where traditional shaman still lead ayahuasca ceremonies (which contains the psychoactive ingredient DMT...another fascinating, ego-shattering, self-reflective substance - a worthwhile documentary on it can be found here:
DMT: The Spirit Molecule). So, I guess that isn't really answering your question. Sorry.
But, you're absolutely right - there desperately needs to be an honest, open, fair discussion on this topic. Unfortunately, they've been so disparaged, dismissed, mocked and mislabelled, that it's hard to even broach the matter without hitting a brick wall of ignorance and misinformation (a dismissive "far out, man," or "whatever, hippie" will usually shoot the conversation down). That goes for the effects being regarded as "mere hallucinations" by many Very Serious Scientists (which really should still be up for debate, given the wide variety of disparate, cross-cultural people reporting strikingly similar "hallucinations" - but, even if that were true, that still doesn't dampen the stunningly beneficial/positive results...see quotes at end of post). And that's not to mention the unfair association with harmful, addictive narcotics like heroin. Calling them "drugs" alone evokes a negative conditioned response - which, when you really think about it, is also disingenuous given the loaded nature of the word "drugs." Alan Watts gives one of the better talks I've heard on that very subject:
Drug Abuse Law & Sin ∞ Alan Watts (1/5)Heck, I'd venture to bet that they'll never be legalized/recognized as legitimate simply because they are currently labelled as Schedule I "drugs," since that would be admitting they were wrong all this time. Then there's the money it would most certainly take away from pharmaceutical companies (especially anti-anxiety and anti-depression drugs), and their proven affects at helping to treat hard-drug and alcohol addicts (which, again, affects certain pharmaceutical companies, and possibly even the rehab industry and returning clients for psychiatrists), and it goes on and on.
"By their fruits ye shall know them, not by their roots."
- William James
Murugan calls it dope and feels about it all the disapproval that, by conditioned reflex, the dirty word evokes. We, on the contrary, give the stuff good names—the moksha-medicine, the reality revealer, the truth-and-beauty pill. And we know, by direct experience, that the good names are deserved. Whereas our young friend here has no firsthand knowledge of the stuff and can't be persuaded even to give it a try. For him, it's dope and dope is something that, by definition, no decent person ever indulges in."
"What does His Highness say to that?" Will asked.
Murugan shook his head. "All it gives you is a lot of illusions," he muttered."All I mean is that I don't want any of your false samadhi."
"How do you know it's false?" Dr. Robert inquired.
"Because the real thing only comes to people after years and years of meditation and tapas and . . ."
"Murugan," Vijaya explained to Will, "is one of the Puritans. He's outraged by the fact that, with four hundred milligrams of moksha-medicine in their bloodstreams, even beginners can catch a glimpse of the world as it looks to someone who has been liberated from his bondage to the ego."
"But it isn't real," Murugan insisted.
"Not real!" Dr. Robert repeated. "You might as well say that the experience of feeling well isn't real."
"You're begging the question," Will objected. "An experience can be real in relation to something going on inside your skull but completely irrelevant to anything outside."
"Of course," Dr. Robert agreed.
"Do you know what goes on inside your skull, when you've taken a dose of the mushroom?"
"We know a little."
"Their response is the full-blown mystical experience. You know—One in all and All in one. The basic experience with its corollaries—boundless compassion, fathomless mystery and meaning."
"Not to mention joy," said Dr. Robert, "inexpressible joy."
"And the whole caboodle is inside your skull," said Will. "Strictly private. No reference to any external fact except a toadstool."
"Not real," Murugan chimed in. "That's exactly what I was trying to say."
"Do you like music?" Dr. Robert asked.
"More than most things."
"And what, may I ask, does Mozart's G-Minor Quintet refer to? Does it refer to Allah? Or Tao? Or the second person of the Trinity? Or the Atman-Brahman?"
Will laughed. "Let's hope not."
"But that doesn't make the experience of the G-Minor Quintet any less rewarding. Well, it's the same with the kind of experience that you get with the moksha-medicine, or through prayer and fasting and spiritual exercises. Even if it doesn't refer to anything outside itself, it's still the most important thing that ever happened to you. Like music, only incomparably more so. And if you give the experience a chance, if you're prepared to go along with it, the results are incomparably more therapeutic and transforming. So maybe the whole thing does happen inside one's skull. Maybe it is private and there's no unitive knowledge of anything but one's own physiology. Who cares? The fact remains that the experience can open one's eyes and make one blessed and transform one's whole life."
- Aldous Huxley, Island