If the ego is not regularly and repeatedly dissolved in the unbounded hyperspace of the Transcendent Other, there will always be slow drift away from the sense of self as part of nature’s larger whole. The ultimate consequence of this drift is the fatal ennui that now permeates Western Civilization.

I believe reality is a marvelous joke staged for my edification and amusement and everybody is working very hard to make me happy.

The real secret of magic is that the world is made of words, and that if you know the words that the world is made of you can make of it whatever you wish.

There is no hierarchy of elder knowledge in my social region of things. There are only people learning and sharing in a very complex environment.

Nothing is as boundary dissolving, except for psychedelic compounds, as travel. Travel is up there.

What's popularly known as the evolution of consciousness, in other words that the expansion of cognitive repertoire that occurs in human beings, which has always been a great puzzle to evolutionary theory, I believe, occurred in the presence of a kind of catalyst for the human imagination.

DMT is a reliable method for crossing in to a dimension that human beings have debated the existence of for 50.000 years. Is there an invisible nearby world inhabited by active intelligences with which human beings can communicate? You bet. And if you don't think so, then tell me you don't think so after you've smoked 75mg DMT. Otherwise we just don't have anything to talk about.