where did i put that memory

Yesterday Mark Lesseraux and I were going back and forth on the comments section to a Jan. 2014 entry here.

The subject wove about the relation between intoxicating substances and access to unusual mental spaces. Our conversation spilled over both to Facebook and email.

I’d like to share a little of it with you.

At one point we took a sharp turn to the questions of history, William James, translation of impulses, the state specific nature of memory (like when a dream that was so vivid it scared you, vanishes from your memory even before you open your eyes) etc.

Here’s some of our correspondence and a little something Mark sent me. Read More...

Intoxicated Dolphins, Puffer Fish and Zombies

I ended yesterday with a quote from William Blake. Here’s another, this time from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.

If the doors of perception were cleansed
everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

Aldous Huxley used that line for the title of his famous 1954 essay The Doors of Perception about his experience with the psychedelic drug mescaline. It was followed by another essay a few years later titled, what else but, Heaven and Hell.

Copies of those essays are available online here (under resources) and also a BBC video a long interview with Huxley.


The History of the Sacred and of Getting Stoned

It is true that the change of the calendar year never struck me as important. This year however is different. I’m making my first ever New Year’s resolution and I think there’s good reason why.

Meanwhile I’ll modify this blog to share tidbits of news, thoughts, notions that I find of interest. They’ll range from Siloism, to science, to daily life.

I’ll start to day with the science of ecstasy...


teenage memories, notes from Rafa

Among the other things uploaded in the last few days is my first entry about life before Silo. This one is a few pages about an interesting character (and related issues, like drugs and other things appropriate to that era of the late 60s). Pure Sound Jack was the nom de guerre of one of the people who frequented a house I lived in with some friends when I was 16.

On a very different note you’ll find in the body of this post (click where it says “read more”) some comments from Rafa along with some notes about how he remembers the making of Sage of the Andes...

In the near future, more tales of my mis/well spent youth, anecdotes about Silo, another instalment of Patanjali’s Circus, more video, and more on attention, the Pure Form, and…

In an upcoming blog I’ll put forward a very simple hypothesis about prayer. Though simple it may, at first, sound like a very odd notion. It can be expressed like this: atheists, and theists, believers, semi-believers and non-believers all pray. And what’s more everyone’s prayers are heard, and answered, even if there is no transcendental entity that hears them.

As an important British biologist said (back when the word queer only meant strange or odd), “Now my own suspicion is that the Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose”.
J.B.S. Haldane (1892-1964)