The Message (Eros And The Eschaton)
I didn’t get into this business by being an airhead or a screwball. My attitude was always if it’s real it can take the pressure. You don’t have to pussy foot around the real thing. If they’re telling you, oh you must lower your voice, and avert your gaze, then you’re probably in the presence of crap, because the real thing is real. It doesn’t demand that you adjust your opinion to suit it. It’s real! That means that it’s pre-eminent. That means it sets the agenda. And, I studied yoga, I wandered around in the East, I was fast shuffled by beady-eyed little men in dotes. I know the whole spiritual supermarket and rigmarole, and I find nothing there to interest me on the level of, you know, five grams of psilocybin mushrooms in silent darkness. That’s where the pedal meets the metal. That’s where the rubbermeets the road. And the inspiration for me to get up and talk to anaudience like this simply comes from the fact that I cannot believe that this could be kept under wraps, the way it has. I mean, I kidded with you earlier that they would make sex illegal, if they could. Well they can’t so it isn’t. But the psychedelic experience is as central to understanding your humanness; as having sex, or having a child, or having responsibilities, or having hopes and dreams, and yet it is illegal. We are somehow told, we are infantilized. We are told you know you can wander around with in the sanctioned playpen of ordinary consciousness, and we have some intoxicants over here if you wanna mess your self up we’ve got some scotch here and some tobacco and red meat and some sugar and a little T.V. and so forth and so on. But, these boundary dissolving hallucinogens that give you a sense of unity with your fellow man and nature are somehow forbidden. This is an outrage! It’s a sign of cultural immaturity and the fact that we tolerate it is a sign that we are living in a society as oppressed as any society in the past. – Terence Mckenna
Religion Of Intelligence 