Tracing the routes of human history is like trying to understand why a person would uses psychoactive substances for understanding. The experience is chaotic, frightening, beautiful, daunting, unpredictable, undecipherable to some extent, and totally foreign to the understanding of the masses. This was the role of the shaman. The great, wise, crazy, doctor/madman. Understanding is truly in the eye of the beholder or should I say minds eye. Life is experience. Nothing more nothing less. If we were not here, this reality would not exist for us. No need to waste away trightfully in this ocean of chaos. If we are to call this world in which we live in chaotic then how could one, one who never had a spiritual or psychedelic experience then call that chaotic? The lay person dismisses it as psychotic, paranoid dillusion, simple uneffective course.

Turmoil in bondage bringing down the will to explore by building up and then crushing ones ego to the point of insanity. This is reality but what of the experience. That choice every man or woman should have to suppress that ego which blinds our will to reason. Consciousness uprises from the depths of experience, the interaction between man and his surroundings. Stimuli of everything no matter how great or miniscule. Internal endeavours to the depths of the self. Self worth is now measured in dollar signs or influence upon others in a winding path of mediocraty and selfishness.

Neurotranslinguistic Manifestation [pkeffect.com]