The psychedelic sets you at the beginning of the path, and then people do all kinds of things with it.

Apparently, in the Avesta classical period no one would have dreamed of having a spiritual experience without resort to drugs.

This is in fact what shamanism is all about, what the end of history is all about, what psychedelic drugs are all about, we are edge-walking on an ontological transformation of what it means to be human.

We are alienated, so alienated that the self must disguise itself as an extraterrestrial in order not to alarm us with the truly bizarre dimensions that it encompasses.

There is a spiritual obligation, there is a task to be done. It is not, however, something as simple as following a set of somebody else's rules

The world is MADE up of language. We can SAY that the world is composed of little demons doing calisthenics, each one the size of a pissant's eyebrow.... Or we can SAY the world is made of tiny wave mechanical packets of matter hurling through space at near the speed of light.... But notice that what we get each time are WORDS.

For me, what all these years of psychedelic taking came to was a new model of how reality works, a new model of what the world is.