All information is everywhere. Information that is not here is nowhere.
It is slowly becoming understood that the modality of being is the modality of mind.
What I like to talk about, and what I have very little competition in terms of talking about, is the content of the psychedelic experience.
I have a skeptical and cranky side, and I’m forever puzzled why people believe the, seeming to me, dumb things that they choose to believe.
Psychedelics are actually a kind of miraculous reality that can stand the test of objective examination.
The good news about psychedelics is that they are incredibly democratic. Even the clueless can be swept along if the dose is sufficient.
One has attained a very fortunate incarnation, I think, to be in a culture, in a place, in a time when psychedelic knowledge is available.
The world is not an unsolved problem for scientists or sociologists. The world is a living mystery.
The lack of a sense of history makes us really prey to manipulation.
Culture is another dimension.
Basically, for me the psychedelic experience was the path to revelation. It actually worked on somebody who thought nothing would work.
Our theories are the weakest part of what we say. What we’re working from is the fact of an experience which we need to make sense of.
By manipulating queuing, by manipulating expectation, you can lead people to a fundamental confrontation, not only with themselves, but with the Other.
Shamanism is about shape shifting. Shamanism is about doing phenomenology with a tool kit that works.
There is not the Newtonian universe deployed throughout the parsecs and kiliocosms of physical space and the interior mental universe. They are the same thing.
The tryptamine molecule has this unique property of releasing the structured self into the over-self.
All of you who have been through high dose psychedelic experiences know that it’s very hard to carry stupid baggage through that keyhole. In fact you’re lucky if you just get your soul and yourselves through and intact.
Within the context of the alchemical vocabulary, the psychedelic experience, as brought to us through plants long in the possession of Aboriginal people, appears to be the identical phenomena.
What we drug people have, that you don’t, is repeatability.
DMT seems to argue, convincingly I might add, that the world is made entirely of something, for want of a better word, we would have to call magic.