The world could be anything, you know, It could be a solid state matrix of some sort. It could be an illusion. It could be a dream. I mean it really could be a dream.

History is the in-rushing toward what the Buddhists call the realm of the densely packed, a transformational realm where the opposites are unified.

For me it's an issue of are we afraid of ourselves? And we inherit a huge bunch of idealogical baggage, not only Christianity, but Freudianism, and Marxism . . . We inherit all kinds of idealogical baggage designed to make us fear ourselves.

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.

Each stage of cosmic development proceeded more quickly than the stage which preceded it.

I think that understanding man's place in nature is going to require integration of the psychedelic experience.

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