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

The Gaian mind is what were calling the psychedelic experience. Its an experience of the living fact of the entelechy of the planet - and without that experience we wander in a desert of bogus ideologies. But with that experience the compass of the self can be set.

We now know enough to fantasize realistically about what the alien would be like, and I think that this then sets up polarities in the collective psyche that previously we have only seen at the level of the individual.

I sort of see [cannabis] as the pilot light of Gian consciousness.

Science works its miracles by turning its enterprise into a kind of parlor game confined to the category matter and energy.

Our self discoveries make us each a microcosm of the larger pattern of history. The inertia of introspection leads toward recollection, for only through memory is the past recaptured and understood. In the fact of experiencing and making the present, we are all actors.

We are like caterpillars contemplating pupation.