As human beings we know that FREE WILL matters. It’s one of our most prized possessions. It’s the basis of our concepts of freedom and individuality and self-identity. But what is FREE WILL if we are conditioned to only make choices that suit conventional agenda? What use is FREE WILL unless it’s exercising FREE CHOICE out of the whole TRUTH and nothing but the TRUTH?
For us human beings, born primate, bred storyteller, we are terribly mismatched with our technological future. Philosophy is the poetry and metaphor; Socio-economics is the play in which we all have our parts; but reality – its fundamental nuts and bolts to which science aspires to understand – must be sold by iambic pentameter soliloquy while in practice it’s relentless, practical lingua franca prose.
Personality is the iceberg tip of a multidimensional internal universe of the mind. The conscious tip doesn’t know much about what’s happening in the exponentially larger elsemind but psychedelic excitation – like a D.M.T. trip – brings tip and base into profound contact. Temporarily.
Answers to frequently asked questions about psilocybin, DMT (D-methyltryptamine, a.k.a. the spirit molecule) and the pineal gland (the human brain’s atrophied third eye, a.k.a. the dreamcaster). Some answers may be familiar but there is new and original theory here too, as part of the “Five Lateral Essays on Consciousness” collection.
Psychedelic excitation – as in a D.M.T. trip – brings us into contact with strange transcendent beings, sentient entities that seem independent, conscious and 100% real. But what are these machine elves? Are they real? Has DMT opened the ‘third eye’? Are we communicating with aliens, across the universe divide?
The bubble burst in the Financial Crisis of 2008. This was a global moment of vulnerability for big capital and entrenched political power. It could have resolved in an accountable financial system, had governments been less under the thumb of corporate and banking power. What emerged from 2009 was the opposite of accountable…
Lying around listening to podcasts, casually browsing the web and flicking through Twitter. It is vaguely engaging. It’s pleasantly numb. Is this what it feels to have a terminal illness of the mind?