Our culture takes us out of the body and sells our loyalty into political systems, into religions, into inanimate objects and machines, collections, so forth and so on. The felt experience of the body is what the psychedelics are handing back to us.

There is no mundane dimension really, if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.

In the absence of good scientific data about the effects of artificial hallucinogens it's good to stick to the natural ones.

Everything appears to me to be authored, in some strange way. And I wonder if this is not the spreading assumption of the psychedelic illusion/delusion/revelation that life is in fact art.

The miracle of our predicament is not how long everything has been in place but how brief it all has been.

Shamanism is not some obscure concern of cultural anthropologists. Shamanism is how religion was practiced for its first million years. Up until about 12,000 years ago there was no other form of religion on this planet. That was how people attained some kind of access to the sacred.

The word 'self' is as great a mystery as the word 'other'. It's just a polarity between two mysteries.