My hope is that I may bear witness to the fact that there is a great mystery calling to us all, beckoning across the landscape of our history, promising to realize itself and to give real meaning to what is otherwise only the confusion of our lives and our collective past.

These religions that are so freighted with their own pomposity are no better than inspired guesses.

Nature is actually the goal at the end of history.

My technique is don’t believe anything. If you believe in something, you are automatically precluded from believing its opposite.

Flying saucers are nothing more than miracles, and they occur essentially to bedevil science.

We've painted ourselves into a corner where the only choice is real nightmare - triage, epidemic disease, famine, fascism, the collapse of human rights - or a leap to an entirely different level. We've taken business-as-usual off the menu. Now only the extreme possibilities loom.

Experientially there is only one religion, and it is shamanism and shamanic ecstasy.