The thing about the psychedelic plants and foods that open up the mind is: you almost never do it alone. You always have to do it with other people. It’s in a commune, or in a group, or a school, or a tribe—give it any name you want. But the possibilities of the human brain are so enormous that, when the brain is turned on, and when suddenly the brain is awakened and activated and booted up by the wonderful botanical trinkets we have, my brain wants to find other brains that she can talk to!
What we were creating was the great collective organism of human consciousness, which is the very thing that Plato wanted us to recognize, and which Dr. Leary has done more than any other person of this century to popularize: the process by which the flesh will become word. The body shall enter the world of the spirit, and we will do this together, and oddly enough we’re going to use a techno-fix like computers to get it done. But we are actually on our way.
The psychedelic experience is the replay of human history in the individual mind. If you don’t know where you came from, you don’t know who you are.
A cybernetic-biological-psychedelic being: the collectivity—not only of humanity, but of all life on Earth—is struggling to be born. The entire universe of matter is the womb of mind, and it is the task of human beings to lead the collectivity of humanity out of the labyrinth of matter and into the realm of the imagination. The imagination is where we’re all going to live. The imagination is the only place where the human soul is at home.
You wanna find God? Get a mirror! You wanna find God? Look deeply into the eyes of someone that you love. You wanna find God? Go out on a starry night and open your eyes and your brain sees the world through the windows of the eyes—your brain will pick up starlight from a billion other planets, and each one of them’s got a God. Listen, we’ve got gods—when you start looking for her/him/it/them, we got ’em everywhere. So there’s no problem about finding God, just learning how to operate the divine instrumentation that will keep us in touch with each other.
The walls of nationality will go down, of class will go down. And why? Because brain power. Brains hooked up together. Sending brains to our eyeballs electronically around the world will wake up this community.
If you’re afraid of chaos, you can’t be psychedelic. Chaos is the mother of form. It has been the fear of chaos that created this constipated, linear, anti-human society that we’re trying to overthrow. So my call is to a kind of anarchy. Chaos is the mother of everything we love. There can’t be enough of it. Surrender to the psychedelic experience, surrender to the historical experience, means: embracing chaos. Hang on, we’ll be fine once we get to the other side. Keep the faith, stay stoned.
