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.

What good is a theory of how the universe works if it’s a series of tensor equations that, even when understood, come nowhere tangential to experience? The only intellectual or noetic or spiritual path worth following is one that builds on personal experience

Human beings are co-partners with deity in the project of being. This is the basis of all magic.

I regard these people who are peddling angst and peddling pessimism and all that stuff as so 'two minutes ago'.

Flying saucers are nothing more than miracles, and they occur essentially to bedevil science.

A long long time ago I took an oath to tell all secrets that came my way. Don't tell me a secret, I won't keep it. I'm against secrets, I'm against hierarchies, lineages, all assumption of special knowledge on the part of anyone in the presence of anyone else is abhorrent to me. I mean, I am a true anarchist first and foremost.

I don't believe that shamanism without hallucinogens is authentic shamanism or comfortable shamanism.