I don't believe consciousness is generated in the brain any more than television programs are made inside my TV. The box is too small.

I think psychedelics are sort of like doing calisthenics in preparation for the marathon at the end of time.

The human imagination, in conjunction with technology, has become a force so potent that it really can no longer be unleashed on the surface of the planet with safety.

Once you have the psychedelic tool in hand then some real choices have to be made.

In the silence, in the darkness, swept away by these alien alkaloids and the plant-mind behind them, you find out a truth that can barely be told. And most of it can't be told.

That's the core puzzling experience, when you meet the Other organized as a speaking mind.

I think really what unites psychedelic people is the faith in the power of the imagination.