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Psychedelics In Perspective

The emergence of psychedelic drugs into contemporary society has probably created as much controversy as any other agent affecting the body-mind complex of man since the discovery of fire.

Mapping The Inner Regions

As Ring says of his map, it is “not merely an abstract diagram of the geography of consciousness” but refers to the voyage we are all destined to take to the farther regions of inner space. As such, it is a map worth knowing how to read.

An Introduction

Researching The Invisible: A Geometrical Insinuation

When I am awake I call myself a student of the occult. Though occult research is regarded as a profession less respectable than most, it is enough to provide me with an acceptable, if peripheral role in the social body.

The Education Of Oversoul 7: A Novel By Jane Roberts

Book Review

In Jane Robert’s The Education of Oversoul Seven, Seven is undergoing a rather awesome examination that centers on the nature of reality, dreams, reincarnation and out-of-body travel.

And Then There’s Dying . . . Or Is There?

A Look At Survival Research

If there is survival after death, then that which survives must exist beforehand, in the living. In other words, it should be possible to approach the survival question by a study of consciousness in the living.

or, not by canned peas alone

There are some who say all you need to survive is canned peas. I don’t necessarily agree with that. The human is extraordinarily complex. Ask yourself: when were jackets invented?

Surviving The Symposium

We’re unsure whether to go. “I don’t want to hear about how we haven’t got much time left,” I lament.

An Open Letter To Ram Dass

It’s been more than a year since we met. Unless your recall is better than I imagine, I doubt you remember me. We talked for an hour; I was, ostensibly, interviewing you, for the first issue of THE SUN. In fact, I just wanted to be with you, and needed a good excuse.

The New Age: Who Dares Believe It?

I remember when we dressed in silks, all hair and bells and sweet hallucination, and the bird that rose in our chest we called freedom, and let fly. It was the demand air made of us, and we made a fashion of the wind, sweeping, gliding, curving it to our needs.