Because I think the fallout from the sixties proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that one cannot achieve a higher form of consciousness through artificial stimulation of any kind. In fact the very idea that one could seems as antiquated as sewing machine powered by a foot-pedal. Moreover, the very notion that one ever could was nothing but a bullsh*t excuse to take the drugs in the first place---you couldn't just say you took them because you liked them, or they made you feel good---you had to come up with some sort of rationalization for wasting your life by taking drugs.In other words, I don't believe the hippie/Timothy Leary line for one second.
You think a junkie hitting a meth pipe thinks he's achieving a "higher form of consciousness," or ever thought he was? Hardly. That junky's toking up because (1) it makes him feel good, (2) he's reckless, and (3) he's looking to escape the doldrums of everyday life---as he sees them.
You ignored what I said and chose instead to whip the starch out of a red herring. My words:
Overcoming the attraction of trance inducing drugs is best pursued by debunking myths about such drugs as a means to deep spiritual experience, instant serenity, ecstatic pleasure and their ilk. Those are the lies that kill.