Need a shot in the arm on this grey, sullen day nearing the Winter Solstice? Turn on with Terence McKenna.
With or without psychedelics, we can turn our backs on a culture that has gone sterile and dead. One by one, two by two, whole groups, neighborhoods, towns, cities, regions. We can drop out of consumer capitalism into a much more ancient, sane, and sustainable way of being. As McKenna says in another youtube video: “Culture is not your friend.” And in yet another: “Culture is your operating system. It is fragile, it can be changed.”
Yes. Let us defragment our mental hard drives, bust out of our carefully tended boxes, transform our monotonous chemicalized lawns into wild abundant gardens, strip off the masks of propriety and greet each other soul to soul, gaze into the eyes of animals and birds and insects and fire and wind and water — so that we may open, open, open.
The military/industrial/academic/pharmaceutical industry banks on that label “schizophrenic” and other stupid, stupid names, so that it can continue to dumb/numb our exquisitely attuned body/mind/souls to the mysteries of the Earth and the cosmos through which she slowly spins, gathering all and everything to her, holding, building, transforming — and releasing it all again in continuous, brilliant, streaming exchange.