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

We are led by the least among us - the least intelligent, the least noble, the least visionary.

Notice that the whole story of Eden is the story of the struggle over a woman's relationship to a psychoactive plant.

Inevitably out of the psychedelic experience emerges not despair, not self-indulgence, but wild-eyed idealism, that's the inevitable product of any psychedelically driven social process.

The purpose of life is to familiarize oneself with this after-death body so that the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche.

The psychedelics are this immense tool for the inspection of our own nature.

The shaman is a person who is able to transcend the dimensional confines of cultural existence. They know more than the people they serve. The people they serve are like children within the game of culture. Only the shaman knows that culture is a game. Everyone else takes it seriously. That's how he can do his magic.