This is what I believe: That we are not pushed from behind by the casual unfolding of historical necessity, but that we are in the grip of an attractor of some sort, which lies ahead of us in time.

I don’t know what life is like without cannabis, I hear there is such a thing.

It seems to me that it is psyche in a way that has become occluded by the perverse development of language.

Terror of the future can be put out to pasture with psychedelic shamanism.

I believe that the place to search for extraterrestrials is in the psychic dimension.

I spend as many hours a day as I possibly can smoking cannabis

If you play the cultural game, it's like playing only with clubs or something, or playing only with the red marked cards. You have to play with a full deck, and that includes this pre-linguistic surround in which we are embedded.