To contact the cosmic giggle, to have the flow of casuistry begin to give off synchronistic ripples, whitecaps in the billows of the coincidental ether, if you will. To achieve that, a precondition is a kind of unconsciousness, a kind of drifting, a certain taking-your-eye-off-the-ball, a certain assumptions that things are simpler than they are, almost always precedes what Mircea Eliade called ‘the rupture of plane’ that indicates that there is an archetypal world, an archetypal power behind profane appearances.

It's my belief that one of the unconscious reasons which underlies the odd attitude of the establishment toward hallucinogens is the fact that they bring the mystery to the surface as an individual experience. In other words, you do not understand the psychedelic experience by getting a report from Time magazine or even the Economist. You only understand the psychedelic experience by having it.

What we need to change is our minds, that's the part that's doing us dirt and dragging us under. How can we change our minds.

The purpose of life is to familiarize oneself with this after-death body so that the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche.

The long night of human history is drawing at last to its conclusion.

Life, carefully examined, is actually a form of allegorical literature with a very tight constructural grid laid over it.

I'm not an advocate of drugs. I'm an advocate of psychedelics.