Inform yourself, inform your children, talk to your friends! And let's try to make a better, stonier world than the one we inherited!

What I'm talking about is actually is the Mystery of Being as existential fact. That there is something that haunts this world that can take apart and reduce every single one of us to a mixture of terror and ecstasy, fear and trembling. It is not an idea, that's the primary thing to bear in mind. It's an experience.

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.

Eschaton comes from the Greek word 'echatos', which just means the end.

Hallucinogenic plants act as enzymes which stimulate imagination.

I think the entire message of the psychedelic experience, which is basically the sine qua non of the rebirth of alchemical understanding, the very basis of that understanding is that nature seeks to communicate.

One of the things that's so striking about shamanism in the native context is the absence of mental illness.