Adventures in the little yellow house... Gee, I just love Facebook. Every morning, after a perusal of my email and reading through Hazelden's Thought for the Day, always inspirational, and the New York Times headlines, I head for my home page to check up on my kids first, then see all the stuff friends have been digging through on the great cyber-highway. One of my more esoteric friends posted a lecture by Terence McKenna, and where have I been lo these 67 years? Great mind, thinking outside the big box. He advocated (he was already dead when I discovered him) the return to the mystical shamanic mind for the solutions to all our ennuis. And his arguments are indeed loquacious. However, they all kind of fizzled for me when I realized his thrust was to endorse psychodelic drugs, hallucinogens like magic mushrooms and that old fave of mind, LSD. NOt that I think this is an especially dastardly thing. It's just that I believe there are some disciplines such as meditation that can do the same thing, help one to embrace the inner journey and move beyond time and space, which Terence thought was the key. And yes, the current patriarchal structure is pathetic. Terence would bring us back to Gaia, and the feminine, which is a path I see as gentler and more life embracing than the current religious climate which propagates violence in its stampede for power. While I enlightened myself, my Punk dutifully waited for me to arise from my intellectual sojourn under the computer desk, Pickle laid at my feet. It is all very sweet, actually. Blessed be.
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