Comments on: McKenna on Culture & Closure http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/ public domain playground. friendly entities welcome. Sun, 22 Nov 2009 21:45:23 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 hourly 1 By: alistair http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/comment-page-1/#comment-2299 alistair Sun, 03 Jul 2005 04:01:51 +0000 http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/#comment-2299 no, i`m a hypnotherapist. it was a play on words. when you`ve taken a heroic dose of mushrooms and you`ve squeegeed your third eye you recognise the tone in the laughter.......................... no, i`m a hypnotherapist. it was a play on words. when you`ve taken a heroic dose of mushrooms and you`ve squeegeed your third eye you recognise the tone in the laughter……………………..

]]> By: zacharius http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/comment-page-1/#comment-2288 zacharius Sun, 03 Jul 2005 01:59:48 +0000 http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/#comment-2288 if you go to deoxy they have the same lecutre as an audio recording if you go to deoxy they have the same lecutre as an audio recording

]]> By: JK http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/comment-page-1/#comment-2285 JK Sun, 03 Jul 2005 00:38:12 +0000 http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/#comment-2285 Is "hip-gnosis" a pejorative? Is “hip-gnosis” a pejorative?

]]> By: alistair http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/comment-page-1/#comment-2283 alistair Sun, 03 Jul 2005 00:31:05 +0000 http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/#comment-2283 if i may play carlos santana`s guitar for you now....................you know what i mean, if you can hear his sound. it resonates with all that is love and becomes more of that. and it may not be a guitar. it may be a flower or a smell or a smile. whatever it is for you now when you find it, you just have to let it grow inside and expand to be all that you are. and it becomes you. when you choose. every time. and if you`ve ever heard terence laugh you will know that he knows that hip-gnosis. if i may play carlos santana`s guitar for you now………………..you know what i mean, if you can hear his sound. it resonates with all that is love and becomes more of that. and it may not be a guitar. it may be a flower or a smell or a smile. whatever it is for you now when you find it, you just have to let it grow inside and expand to be all that you are. and it becomes you. when you choose. every time.
and if you`ve ever heard terence laugh you will know that he knows that hip-gnosis.

]]> By: JK http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/comment-page-1/#comment-2279 JK Sat, 02 Jul 2005 23:58:31 +0000 http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005/07/02/mckenna-on-culture-closure/#comment-2279 God, McKenna got it right in the Q & A followup. "You can find your own mind on the Internet." Granted, he used a search term that directed back to a transcript of one of his talks. But I felt the same way simply by reading the lecture. Been there and done that. Not in a ho-hum sort of way, but more like, "God, this guy senses the same shit I sense." I guess, that's also why I like the little echo chamber we've set up. I feel like we're coming up with something here. We'll probably never know what it is we're inching towards, but that in and of itself is its beauty. If I can let you all in on something, I have NEVER experienced the unconditional respect for outlandish ideas as I have with the handful of people who belong to this amorphous mass of intense speculation. My entire life has been spent either denying my imagination or having to passive-aggressively defend the unorthodox ideas that come to me. Often it was much better not to share. And this is hence, why most of my life I have been under the impression that I am insane and on the verge of a breakdown. I remember the day it all started in fact. The worst day of my life that led into years of anguish. I saw something at a 7/11 that changed my life forever. I'm now beginning to realize that it wasn't the worst day ever. There are no bad days -- just days. And this is good. What I saw, sensed, felt, imagined, was there for anybody to experience, except the sheer gravity of the "epiphany" I experienced, made it so much more important to me and nonexistent to everybody else. It struck me with a panic that no human should ever have to feel. Because what I saw was quite literally nothing, yet it took on the form of everything and everything I discovered was worthless. The panic came from the inability to express what I saw. I internalized the vapid banality of the system and registered it as a flaw in my own existence. It can kill you! Life is nothing more than an unknown and unknowable process. Love is essential to happiness and a zest to continue. God, McKenna got it right in the Q & A followup.

“You can find your own mind on the Internet.”

Granted, he used a search term that directed back to a transcript of one of his talks. But I felt the same way simply by reading the lecture. Been there and done that. Not in a ho-hum sort of way, but more like, “God, this guy senses the same shit I sense.” I guess, that’s also why I like the little echo chamber we’ve set up. I feel like we’re coming up with something here. We’ll probably never know what it is we’re inching towards, but that in and of itself is its beauty.

If I can let you all in on something, I have NEVER experienced the unconditional respect for outlandish ideas as I have with the handful of people who belong to this amorphous mass of intense speculation. My entire life has been spent either denying my imagination or having to passive-aggressively defend the unorthodox ideas that come to me. Often it was much better not to share. And this is hence, why most of my life I have been under the impression that I am insane and on the verge of a breakdown.

I remember the day it all started in fact. The worst day of my life that led into years of anguish. I saw something at a 7/11 that changed my life forever. I’m now beginning to realize that it wasn’t the worst day ever. There are no bad days — just days. And this is good. What I saw, sensed, felt, imagined, was there for anybody to experience, except the sheer gravity of the “epiphany” I experienced, made it so much more important to me and nonexistent to everybody else. It struck me with a panic that no human should ever have to feel. Because what I saw was quite literally nothing, yet it took on the form of everything and everything I discovered was worthless. The panic came from the inability to express what I saw. I internalized the vapid banality of the system and registered it as a flaw in my own existence. It can kill you!

Life is nothing more than an unknown and unknowable process. Love is essential to happiness and a zest to continue.

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