We need a metaphor that can contain the daemon of the future that we have conjured into being.
Fine tuning the institutions built by powdered wig guys two hundred years ago is a long shot at holding the whole thing together.
It’s meanings that we need to coax into our lives.
I’m proposing on one level that hallucinogens be thought of as almost as social pheromones that regulate the rate at which language develops, and therefore regulate human culture generally.
For all we know, we know nothing.
We now know enough to fantasize realistically about what the alien would be like, and I think that this then sets up polarities in the collective psyche that previously we have only seen at the level of the individual.
As I see it, Being, the Cosmos, whatever you want to call it, is a struggle between two implacable forces: Novelty on the one side and habit on the other side.
Now, through the catalytic interaction with technology, the human species is getting set to redefine itself.
By passing into the psychedelic phase, the space-faring phase, the entire species is passing into adolescence.
The question is being asked, ‘Are we alone?’ And though we now focus on that question we need to think beyond that to what if we’re not alone? Then what becomes the next imperative question?
There is no mundane dimension really, if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.
The Imagination is the golden pathway to everywhere.
We are like caterpillars contemplating pupation.
I spend as many hours a day as I possibly can smoking cannabis.
This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.
The only real experience that counts, is your own.
There is no liberation to compare with freeing oneself from the illusions and delusions of the age in which one lives.
The felt presence of immediate experience – this is all you know. Everything else comes as unconfirmed rumor.
What the psychedelic experience really is, is opening the doorway into a lost continent of the human mind, a continent that we have almost lost all connection to, and the nature of this lost world of the human mind is that it is a Gaian entelechy.
I believe reality is a marvelous joke staged for my edification and amusement and everybody is working very hard to make me happy.