Basically, for me the psychedelic experience was the path to revelation. It actually worked on somebody who thought nothing would work.

It is slowly becoming understood that the modality of being is the modality of mind.

We are, in fact, hyper-dimentional objects of some sort which cast a shadow into matter, and the shadow in matter is the body. And at death, what happens basically, is that the shadow withdraws, or the thing which cast the shadow withdraws, and metabolism ceases, and matter which had been organized into a dissipative structure in a very localized area, sustaining itself against entropy by cycling material in and degrading it and expelling it, that whole phenomenon ceases, but the thing which ordered it is not affected by that.

National governments are under paid, under staffed, and under talented.

DMT is the most powerful hallucinogen there is. If it gets stronger than that I don't want to know about it.

This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.

You are not naked when you take off your clothes. You still wear your religious assumptions, your prejudices, your fears, your illusions, your delusions. When you shed the cultural operating system, then essentially you stand naked before the inspection of your own psyche.