Of the few psychedelic thinkers whose strange ideas breached the bland guard of the mainstream, Mc Kenna’s facility with language sets him apart.
He has endeared himself to the psychedelic community by way of his earnest and sci-fi-like descriptions of DMT, which has helped to assemble a new psychedelic vocabulary. Mc Kenna touched land somewhere, met some little elves, and came back to tell us about it.
Not a world about our thoughts, our hopes, our fears; rather, a world about the tykes — their joys, their dreams, their poetry. I have not the faintest idea.” On Psychedelics In General “The chief lesson to be learned from the psychedelic experience is the degree to which unexamined cultural values and limitations of language have made us the unwitting prisoners of our own assumptions.” “Through psychedelics we are learning that God is not an idea, God is a lost continent in the human mind.” “Plants are the missing link in the search to understand the human mind and its place in nature.” On Nature “Nature is not our enemy, to be raped and conquered. Shamanism has always known this, and shamanism has always, in its most authentic expressions, taught that the path required allies.
These allies are the hallucinogenic plants and the mysterious teaching entities, luminous and transcendental, that reside in that nearby dimension of ecstatic beauty and understanding that we have denied until it is now nearly too late.” – On Octopi “Nature, in her evolutionary and morphogenetic richness, has offered a compelling model for us to follow in the shamanic task of re-sacralization and self-transformation that lies ahead.
But he wasn’t ignorant of the addictive nature of heroin and cocaine, modern inventions that need regulation.
And, indeed, this image, sickeningly Orwellian, applies to the mass of human beings now living in the high-tech industrial democracies.
Their authenticity lies in their ability to obey and follow mass style changes that are conveyed through the media.” “I believe that the failure of our civilization to come to terms with the issue of drugs and habitual destructive behavior is a legacy of unhappiness for us all.
Or rather we had an experience that vaguely related to making love but was a thing unto itself.
We were both howling and singing in the glossolalia of DMT, rolling over the ground with everything awash in crawling, geometric hallucinations. This kind of fucking occurs at the very limit of what is possible.
For these reasons marijuana is unwelcome in the modern office environment, while a drug such as coffee, which reinforces the values of industrial culture, is both welcomed and encouraged.