I think the entire message of the psychedelic experience, which is basically the sine qua non of the rebirth of alchemical understanding, the very basis of that understanding is that nature seeks to communicate.
A lot of people pass through the thinking I’m a guru and take enough trips to understand that no, I was just a witness. I was just a witness.
Part of what is wrong with our society, and hence with ourselves, is that we consume images, we don’t produce them. We need to produce, not consume, media.
The state in the matter of drugs should not, any more than in the matter of sex, act as the secret agent for the agenda of the church.
The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words. And if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish.
Ninety percent of the difficulty in your intellectual life would never have happened if you just had better taste.
We tend to disempower ourselves. We tend to believe that we don’t matter. And in the act of taking that idea to ourselves we give everything away to somebody else, to something else.
You are some kind of a mystery suspended between two eternities. And in that moment, when a mind looks out at a world and asks the question, ‘What is it?’ In that moment art can be created.
The real truth is splintered and spread throughout time.
We have outlived this embryo, this human cradle, and now it’s time to be up and about the great business of becoming citizens of the galaxy and at home with our own heart.
We can begin the restructuring of thought by declaring legitimate what we have denied for so long. Lets us declare Nature to be legitimate. The notion of illegal plants is obnoxious and ridiculous in the first place.
We have to recognize that the world is not something sculptured and finished, which we as perceivers walk through like patrons in a museum; the world is something we make through the act of perception.
The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation.
We have changed. We are no longer, as I said, bipedal monkeys. We are instead a kind of cybernetic coral reef of organic components and inorganic technological components.
The notion of illegal plants and animals is obnoxious and ridiculous.
Only psychos and shamans create their own reality.
The shaman is not merely a sick man, or a madman; he is a sick man who has healed himself.
Western civilization is a loaded gun pointed at the head of this planet.
Even as the nineteenth century had to come to grips with the notion of human descent from apes, we must now come to terms with the fact that those apes were stoned apes.
Well, certainly the Voynich Manuscript is the ‘limit text’ of Western occultism. No one can read it. It is truly an occult book.