History is like self-reflection through the medium of language propelling itself into self-recognition.

Psychedelic experiences and dreams are chemical cousins; they are only different in degree.

Because the planetary culture is becoming ever more closely knitted together all its parts are becoming co-dependent.

The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.

What happens with DMT is you leap over all the barriers in the first few seconds. Unlike mushrooms where over hours and hours on a high dose you might navigate yourself to the center of the mandala, DMT is like being struck by metaphysical lightening.

Meaning lies in the confrontation of contradiction - the coincidencia apositorum. That’s what we really feel, not these rational schemes that are constantly beating us over the head with the “thou shalts” and “thou should”, but rather a recovery of the real ambiguity of being and an ability to see ourselves as at once powerful and weak, noble and ignoble, future-oriented, past-facing.

Alchemy is really the secret tradition of the redemption of spirit from matter.