“Today a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
There are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in.
You see, I think drugs have done some good things for us. I really do. And if you don’t believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor. Go home tonight. Take all your albums, all your tapes and all your CDs and burn them. ‘Cause you know what, the musicians that made all that great music that’s enhanced your lives throughout the years were real fucking high on drugs. The Beatles were so fucking high they let Ringo sing a few tunes.
We are infantilized, we are told you can wonder around within the sanctioned playpen of ordinary consciousness and we have some intoxicants over here if you want to mess yourself up: scotch, tobacco, red meat, sugar, television… but, the boundary dissolving hallucinogens that give you a sense of unity with your fellow man and nature are somehow forbidden. This is a sign of cultural immaturity; a society that is as oppressed as that of the past. This is part of our birth right, the substances will deliver. We are caged by our cultural programming. Culture is a mass hallucination.
Psychedelics are a catalyst for imagination. Catalysts to say what has never been said, to see what has never been seen, do what has never been done, to push the envelope of creativity and language. We have to stop consuming culture, we have to create our own roadshow..
Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the Weather.