The thing that seemed to me so important about the psychedelic experience was that it happened to me. I wasn't reading John Chrysostom or Meister Eckhart. And so I assumed that I am a very ordinary person, therefore, if it happened to me it could happen to anyone.

To date, the enterprise of thinking has moved us radically away from understanding anything.

What the psychedelic thing can be seen as, when it's done with plants, as a return to Gaia, an immersion in the feminine.

The monkey body has carried us to this moment of release, but we are coming more and more to exist in a world made by the human imagination.

What we need to change is our minds, that's the part that's doing us dirt and dragging us under. How can we change our minds.

What we really are is a community of mind, knitted together by codes and symbols, intuitions, aspirations, histories, hopes - the invisible world of the human experience is far more real to us than the visible world, which is little more than a kind of stage or screen on which we move.

I have nothing but scorn for all weird ideas other than my own.