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

Time is a series of fluctuating variables.

My hope is that I may bear witness to the fact that there is a great mystery calling to us all, beckoning across the landscape of our history, promising to realize itself and to give real meaning to what is otherwise only the confusion of our lives and our collective past.

The world is mental in some way that we do not yet understand, but that which we're edging toward understanding. And the world is made of language. I can't say that enough. Whenever we get into these discussions about reality, or effects in space and time, we are operating outside this assumption that the world is made of language.

In shamanism and certain yogas, Taoist yoga, claim very clearly that the purpose is to familiarize yourself with this after-death body, in life, and then the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche. You will recognize what is happening. You will know what to do. And you will make the clean break.

The future holds no terrors for a person who knows how process inevitably unfolds. They are always right and with it each moment.

Chaos is roving through the system and able to undo, at any point, the best laid plans.