Quest Magazine

 VOLUME 103, NUMBER 2

 Contents

Remembering Krishnamurti: An Interview with Radha Burnier
P. Krishna

A Teacher of Dancing: The Mahatma Letters and Gurdjieff
Seymour B. Ginsburg

Riding the Waves of Karma: Memories of Muktananda's Ashram
John Chambers

Edgar Cayce: Ordinary Man, Extraordinary Messenger
Mitch Horowitz

From the Editor's Desk
Richard Smoley

Viewpoint: A Practical Contempt
Tim Boyd

President's Diary

Printed in the Winter 2015 issue of Quest magazine.
Citation: Boyd, Tim,"Doing Time: Notes on the Prison Outreach Program" Quest 103.1 (Winter 2015): pg. 34-35.

For those of you who couldn't get away this summer, this diary entry will do you good. The months of July, August, and September found me traveling from the U.S. to France, the Netherlands, India, and back again. Here is how it happened.

The month of July tends to be our busiest time at Olcott. Every year it is when we have one of our board of directors meetings, followed by the Summer National Convention (SNC). This year we added four new members to the board of directors: Judith Clewell from Florida, representing our Eastern district; Doug Keene from New Hampshire, also representing the East; Kathleen Neuman from Milwaukee, representing the Central district; and a (sort of) new board member, Nancy Secrest, from Oregon, representing the West. Nancy, of course, is no newcomer to board matters, having served as both national secretary and national treasurer at different times in her career.

Later in the month was the time for our annual meeting, whose theme was "Science and the Experience of Consciousness". It was a high-quality event and quite well-attended. One of our featured presenters was Dr. Eben Alexander of Proof of Heaven fame (see interview on page 10 of this issue). Our conference started with him giving a public talk. We had arranged for a hall at the nearby College of DuPage. Five hundred people showed up. He was generous with his time. In addition to the public talk he gave a talk to members and participated in a panel with quantum physicist and Quest author Dr. Amit Goswami and with Dr. Dean Radin, senior researcher for the Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS). This year we tried something a little different. Dr. Radin's travel schedule is so extensive that he could not attend physically. He ended up doing both the panel and his own presentation by Skype. It was well received. Russell Targ, quantum physicist and founder of the CIA's remote viewing project, also joined us. Vic Hao Chin from the Philippines also was on hand. For videos of the talks visit https://www.theosophical.org/programs/online-programs/recent-webcasts/3374-science-and-the-experience-of-consciousness.

Marcos Resende (from Brazil) at the ITC with Janet Lee (from the U.K.) and Kim-Dieu (from France).

Following right on the heels of the SNC was a special conference, "Education for a New Humanity". This meeting drew together representatives from a number of educational streams that have roots in Theosophy. They included longtime educators from the Waldorf schools (founded by Rudolf Steiner), Krishnamurti schools, Montessori, Golden Link College (Philippines), the Raja Yoga method (Point Loma TS), and Education for Life. There were also presentations by Tom Ockerse from the Rhode Island School of Design, and by the Prairie School of DuPage. Around fifty parents and educators attended.

Two days later my wife, Lily, and I were off to Paris for the European Federation of the Theosophical Society (EFTS) Congress. These meetings take place every three years and involve TS Sections from all over Europe. More than two hundred were on hand for the sessions. A year before I had been invited by Kim-Dieu, president of the French section and the EFTS, to present at the meeting. At that time I was coming as TSA president. Given the intervening events, it became an opportunity for members to meet with their new international president.

During the meeting I had a chance to speak to the group on three occasions, which included an hour-long question and answer session. I enjoyed the interaction immensely and felt that the participants responded. It was a chance to talk openly about ideas and issues facing the TS worldwide. Most of the people were meeting me for the first time. During the recent election in the spring, people did their research. In this Internet age it sometimes feels as if everything one does finds it way online. So members seemed to be acquainted with articles I had written, talks, events, and family photos. Although a sizable majority of the TS voted for me in the recent election, having never met me, or heard me speak, or asked the questions that they needed answered, they were voting on a feeling or an intuition. For many this was a chance to confirm it. We connected quite well.

Tim Boyd on the steps of the French TS with members of the group from Spain.

As conferences go, a person could do a lot worse than attending a meeting in Paris, the City of Light. The event was held at the French headquarters, which is a most impressive location. Literally a five-minute walk from the Eiffel Tower, it is a series of buildings on Avenue Rapp, a cul-de-sac in the sixth arrondissement. The complex was built specifically for the TS and originally comprised a number of multistory buildings. Over the years some of the buildings were sold, but it still includes the headquarters building with its Theosophically inspired architecture and appointments, the adjacent theater, where daily meetings of the congress were held, and a block of apartments. An interesting little story is that during the Nazi occupation of Paris the TS emblem had to be removed from the front of the building. Even though the swastika (the reverse of the version that was the symbol of the Nazi party) was a part of the emblem, the Seal of Solomon, most frequently identified as the Star of David, put the society at risk.

From gay Paris we took the TGV (train de grande vitesse - high-speed train) to Amsterdam, where we were met by friends from the very active Point Loma Theosophical group centered in The Hague, the Netherlands. At the invitation of Herman and Johanna Vermeulen, we stayed for three days in the lovely North Sea village of Schoorl. We stayed at a center used by the group for meetings and retreats. It was completely renovated, from roof to garden, by the members themselves.

From our restful, responsibility-free days in Schoorl we were transported south to the outskirts of the old fortress town of Naarden, to the International Theosophical Center (ITC). This is where it may get a little confusing. I had come to the ITC in Naarden to take part in the ITC (International Theosophy Conferences), a completely different organization. I'll say more about it in a minute.

Tim Boyd with the current general secetary of TS Netherlands, Els Rijneker (on his left), along with four past general secretaries for the Netherlands.

After I was elected as international president, Els Rijneker, president of the Dutch Section, thought it would be a good idea to schedule a special time for the Dutch members to meet with their new president. Two days prior to the ITC meeting she scheduled "Dutch Day" to take place at the ITC in Naarden. Even though it was in the month of August, when most people have left for vacation, more than one hundred members came and spent the day. My part consisted of an informal address and an hour-long question and answer session. Again, the sense of connection and aliveness was a joy for me.

The Naarden ITC is a TS Adyar center with a rich and storied history. It was donated to Annie Besant in 1925 for the Masters' work. Over the years it has evolved into the TS's European headquarters.

The ITC meeting was a gathering of the various Theosophical groups that have grown up since the founding of the Society in 1875. The common ground for the meetings has been the shared sense of value of the teachings of HPB and the Mahatmas, and the desire for those teachings to impact the world. This year's was a working conference. The idea was to cooperatively develop a statement of purpose suitable to the individual groups that could be a basis for further development and common projects. There were a number of short talks on science, religion, and philosophy. I had been asked to deliver the keynote address. At the end, the work of the conference was distilled into the "Naarden Declaration".

After the conference we spent a couple of days in Amsterdam. We were supposed to be connecting with Betty and David Bland, but had not been able to contact each other. Just when we had given up hope, standing in front of a Van Gogh at the Rijksmuseum, in the middle of hundreds of people, I noticed something familiar about the man in front of me. It was David.

From Amsterdam I flew to Chennai, India, where our Adyar international headquarters is located. I spent a week of meetings preparing for the December convention and addressing a range of other matters, and it was back to the Midwest for the onset of fall.

Tim Boyd

Printed in the Winter 2015 issue of Quest magazine.
Citation: Clewell, Andre and Phillips, Stephen M.,"Occult Chemistry Revisited" Quest 103.1 (Winter 2015): pg. 27-28.

By Andre Clewell and Stephen M. Phillips

In her voluminous writings, Helena P. Blavatsky foretold important scientific discoveries that would eventually come to light. Annie Besant was among the first to demonstrate the veracity of HPB's predictions in a scientific article that she published in the November 1895 issue of the journal Lucifer. This article was the first of a series of original contributions to physics and chemistry that Besant and Charles Leadbeater published. The fundamental importance of their discoveries is just dawning on scientists who dare to step beyond the confines of materialistic reductionism.

Besant and Leadbeater were instructed by adepts in a technique mentioned in Patanjali's Yoga Sutras for psychically envisioning incredibly small objects. They described spects of atomic structure in ninety-two natural elements—from hydrogen to uranium. They made these observations as their busy schedules allowed over a period of thirty-eight years and published their last article in 1933, shortly before their deaths.

Ultimate physical atom (UPA), as portrayed by Besant and Leadbeater.

Besant and Leadbeater not only described the inner structure of atoms, they identified four new elements (promethium, technetium, astatine, francium) before scientists discovered them. They described several isotopes (elements with atoms containing extra neutrons) before isotopes were known to science. They discovered that geometrical configurations of atoms corresponded to the position of elements in the Periodic Table of Elements. They discovered that the atomic weights of all natural elements, as determined by science, were proportional to the number of ultimate physical atoms (UPAs) in each atom. UPAs were the smallest discrete subatomic structures that Besant and Leadbeater discerned.

At the time that Besant published her detailed investigations of atomic structure in 1895, scientists believed that atoms lacked any internal structure whatsoever, just as had been assumed by the ancient Greeks. That assumption changed in 1912, when physicist Ernest Rutherford announced that the atom consisted of a nucleus around which electrons orbited. The two principal components in the atomic nucleus—protons and neutrons—were not discovered by science until much later, in 1919 and 1932 respectively. Besant had portrayed them diagrammatically in her 1895 article.

Besant and Leadbeater summarized their initial observations in Occult Chemistry, published by the Theosophical Publishing House in 1908. This book was extensively revised in its third edition by C. Jinarajadasa in 1951 as a compendium of all of Besant's and Leadbeater's observations. During observation sessions, Besant and Leadbeater were fully awake and alert: no trance state was involved. Stenographers recorded what they said, and artists drew what they described. Jinarajadasa—Leadbeater's protégé and later the international president of the Theosophical Society—served as project director. 

Even though the Second Object of the Theosophical Society is "to encourage the comparative study of religion, philosophy, and science," interest in occult chemistry waned by the mid-twentieth century. Theosophists were treating science as if it were a forgotten stepchild. This attitude reflected the degree to which science had advanced beyond the knowledge of most Theosophists, as well as their hesitancy to accept psychic information other than that which had been conveyed by HPB. Furthermore, no one had reconciled the observations of occult chemistry with the terminology of modern physics. During the Summer National Conference held by the Theosophical Society in America in July 2014, which focused on science and spirituality, only one speaker made a fleeting reference to occult chemistry.

Recent Theosophical amnesia regarding occult chemistry is difficult to explain in light of research and publications by one of us (Phillips), who wrote three books on the subject that were released by Theosophical publishing houses, the first one in 1980. Phillips, who earned a Ph.D. in physics from the University of California, thoroughly interpreted the observations of Besant and Leadbeater in terms of modern physics.

Thirty-five years ago, Phillips noted the correspondence between UPA structure, as described by Besant and Leadbeater, and superstring theory. This correspondence initially lacked mathematical confirmation, but Phillips recently discovered the elusive mathematical proof. He showed that the exceedingly complex geometry of UPAs is identical to that of ten-dimensional, heterotic superstrings, which, some leading quantum physicists suggest, underlie the structural reality of all matter in the universe. This same geometry is echoed in what Phillips recognizes as the inner form of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, as well as in other sacred geometries.

New Zealand Theosophist Geoffrey Hodson learned how to see small objects psychically and viewed UPAs in 1959. Hodson described nuances of UPA behavior that allowed Phillips to show their relationship to Higgs particles, which are responsible for imparting mass to matter. Journalists with a penchant for sensationalism have nicknamed Higgs particles as "God particles." In addition, Phillips has recently described a variation of the UPA which apparently comprises dark matter, whose existence continues to perplex mainstream science.

The scientific establishment ignores investigations from occult chemistry. However, skeptics will find it difficult to assail the findings of occult chemistry, since Theosophists published their observations well before mainstream scientists made these same discoveries independently. There were far too many discoveries by Besant and Leadbeater to call them lucky guesses, and their content was too rational to call them hallucinations. Eventually, science will have no recourse but to recognize the validity of occult chemistry and to develop theories based on its findings in order to explain how the universe works.

Once science accepts the authenticity of occult chemistry, the door opens for scholarly examination of all Theosophical precepts. A renewed interest in Theosophy's contributions to science could be the key for a global renaissance of Theosophical thought.

Considerable information on occult chemistry is available from the TSA Library's new online encyclopedia (theosophy.wiki; search for "occult chemistry"). Phillips maintains his own Web site (smphillips.mysite.com), which thoroughly describes the science, sacred geometry, and history behind occult chemistry and includes links to books and articles that are accessible online.

ANDRE CLEWELL, Ph.D., is president of the St. Petersburg, Florida, Theosophical Lodge.

STEPHEN M. PHILLIPS, Ph.D., is a theoretical physicist, Theosophist, and student of ancient wisdom from Bournemouth, Dorset, England.

Printed in the Winter 2015 issue of Quest magazine.
Citation: Kinney, Jay."Playing Those Mind Games: The Psychedelic Revolution Reconsidered" Quest 103.1 (Winter 2015): pg. 20-23.

By Jay Kinney

The 60s, as an era, have become so mythologized that it is sometimes difficult for those of us who lived through that decade to separate our own genuine memories from the clich's promulgated by advertising, the media, and nostalgia in general. For example, neither I nor anyone I knew who had long hair at the time thought of ourselves as hippies. That was a media term applied by outsiders looking for a snappy label.

"Sex, Drugs, and Rock-n-Roll" is often used to summarize the 60s, but that leaves much out of the picture. The civil rights movement, the antiwar movement, and the widespread interest in Eastern spirituality were all prominent features of the era as well.

However, there is always some truth in every clich', and drugs were certainly something that many of us explored at the time. Not just any drugs, mind you, but specifically psychoactive drugs that promised "expanded consciousness," "God consciousness," "altered states," and "mind-blowing experiences." These mostly boiled down to LSD (familiarly known as acid), mescaline, psilocybin, and in a milder vein, marijuana.

Looking back now from what was then the distant future, it is somewhat difficult to decipher exactly what all the hoopla was about. The most popular rock band in the world, the Beatles, dropped acid, grew their hair long, and very briefly hitched their wagon to the Maharishi's movement for Transcendental Meditation. Harvard professors Timothy Leary and Richard Alpert (later known as Ram Dass) propagandized for acid as an aid to mystical experiences and as a means to deprogram oneself from mainstream culture. Aldous Huxley's Doors of Perception cast its vote for psychedelics as a valid path to expanded consciousness. And in 1968, Tom Wolfe's "new journalism" tour de force The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test turned Ken Kesey and friends into countercultural heroes with its chronicle of their madcap journey around the country spreading psychedelicized zaniness to the masses.

Among those of us opposed to the boring and oppressive status quo (at least as we saw it), the prospect of swallowing a little pill and being thrust into an encounter with a deeper reality hidden beneath the everyday surface was very intriguing.

There was also a certain "I dare you" dynamic at work. Were we strong enough to have all our run-of the-mill cultural assumptions suddenly pulled from beneath us, to be replaced by fleeting cosmic insights that we hoped to grab, remember, and covertly smuggle back into our everyday lives? This was a challenge that few of us were inclined to ignore. So we plunged right in, inviting cosmic revelations and coping with what were sometimes disappointing results.

I like to think that this was a sincerely held spiritual hunger for an experience of connection with the cosmos at large. At least in my circle of friends, it was not mere thrill-seeking or a casual "what the hell" leap into the unknown. Dropping acid together was a sacramental act (though we didn't call it that), with us hoping for a cleansing of our lenses of perception or at least a sense of renewal and reinvigorated wonder. In opening ourselves to each other, we hoped for an enhanced sense of intimacy. The Beatles sang "All you need is love," and we were testing the premise. Orgies were not had. Instead we were just a bunch of college-age kids trying to cram as much experience into each moment as we could.

Did acid deliver? That's a hard question to answer. First, there was the knotty matter of quality control. Given that acid was illegal, buying LSD from dubious underground sources meant that you never knew whether your dose was pure, adulterated, or totally bogus. Was the acid mixed with speed (amphetamines) or strychnine? Why am I grinding my teeth?

Acid was a subjective jack-in-the-box, with no two trips alike, and no consistency of results. What we were getting from dubious sources was probably as far afield as you could get from the pharmaceutically pure LSD that Leary and Alpert experimented with at Harvard. Were we even ingesting LSD at all? I wouldn't swear to it.

All that said, I had a few acid trips that were truly inspiring, a couple that were depressing, a few that were ho-hum, and some that were fun. Sadly, I did not break through into a new reality, did not achieve Godhead, did not magically reorganize my life into a cosmically aligned juggernaut and, I'm happy to say, did not run head first into a brick wall of repressed psychological fears, angers, or other upsetting emotions. If I did experience some anxiety while tripping, I kept my mind focused on "All you need is love," and that seemed to calm the waves.

Oddly enough, the two- to three-year period of my main psychoactive experimentation coincided with my membership in the Theosophical Society. During my college years, I became intrigued with esoteric teachings, partly because of ingesting Ram Dass's influential spiritual guide Be Here Now, and partly because of reading Theosophical writings about higher planes, chakras, and clairvoyance. Some exponents of psychedelics implied that these drugs could provide a personal experience of such things. The TS for its part discouraged drugs as a spiritual path, but my attitude was "How would they know if they've never done them?"

What I didn't stop to consider was that the two most touted effects of psychedelics"”strikingly beautiful visual hallucinations and insights into a deeper reality"”were at cross purposes. Hallucinations are by definition illusory; enthralling perhaps or artistically inspiring, but certainly no gateway to the Real.

Scholars of mysticism such as Henry Corbin could speak of an "imaginal realm" wherein contemplative meditation"”the creative imaginations of mystics"”could enable you to encounter the spirits of saints, angels, or prophets. But this high-toned conceptual model was no less at the mercy of an ambiguous subjectivity than was an acid hallucination.

The human psyche (and its material analogue, the brain) is capable of an astonishing range of conscious and unconscious manifestations, some of them life-changing, to be sure. But what meaning is ascribed to them involves, more often than not, a leap of faith or a preconceived set of assumptions.

As luck would have it, powerful "visuals," as we called them, largely eluded me, with one notable exception. Usually, at most, I experienced an enhanced (but not distorted) coloring of the world around me and a deepened sense of the life force at work. Trees in particular could assert a living presence, especially as a light breeze rustled their leaves.

The exception to the rule was during one trip when I closed my eyes for an extended period and was bombarded with eidetic images in full color, one after another in close succession. These exhibited a common aesthetic characterized by certain color combinations, a crispness of forms, and an underlying harmony. I likened them to a visual equivalent of Beatles music as produced by George Martin. Afterwards, I had no specific memory of any one image, but the aesthetic charge remained with me and powered much of my art for the next decade or two. This was an unexpected gift from the depths of my unconscious ”and luckily a benign one ”but I was disinclined to attribute it to divine intervention.

One friend of mine was not so lucky. Seized with the impulse for relentless inner exploration, he dropped acid numerous times to the point that the threshold between his imagination and external reality was breached. Intrigued with Alice Bailey's channelings, he became convinced that he was picking up messages from the Masters via shortwave radio. I, along with other friends, tried to persuade him that this was likely not the case, but he would not be dissuaded and eventually was diagnosed as schizophrenic and institutionalized. (I wrote about this in "Some Comments on Theosophy and the Society," The American Theosophist, November 1973, 366-67.)

The lesson I learned from my friend's tragic folly was that one should tread very gently in venturing into  the inner realms either through drugs or esoteric teachings, and that a combination of the two could just make matters worse.

However, to dismiss the effects of psychedelics as mere hallucinations is to fail to grapple with the epistemological issues that they raise. To begin with, it is exceedingly difficult to identify a "normal" baseline consciousness that is free of any mind-altering influences. Is someone with, say, clinical depression (but drug-free) really seeing the world more accurately than someone taking Prozac? Or vice versa? Is the alertness engendered by a good cup of coffee not to be trusted? A full Thanksgiving meal can be as mind-altering as a sleeping pill, while extended aerobics can trigger endorphic bliss.

Neuroscience is inclined to view individual human consciousness as a fluctuating field pushed and pulled by influences internal and external. Chanting or meditation involving mantras or repeated prayers can induce a trance state similar to that produced by some drugs, with similar neurological causes for both. Some Catholic saints induced mystical states through self-flagellation,  while Emanuel Swedenborg's intercourse with spirits and visions of heaven may have been courtesy of a sustained diet of coffee, bread, and milk.

And these are just instances of waking consciousness. Once we introduce dreams or nightmares or liminal hypnogogic states into the mix, the ambiguity increases exponentially. Few will dispute that a dream can be just as emotionally affecting as a movie, and without the latter's enormous budget. One is seemingly self-generated, while the other is the product of the intricate coordination of hundreds of people. But in either instance, one's consciousness is altered by the experience.

Personally speaking, one of the most meaningful encounters in my life was within a lucid dream, resulting in what the Sufis call a state of fana' or ego-disappearance. (Not to worry, my ego soon reappeared. Just ask my wife.) As is often the case with such things, it was unclear whether this event was "merely" a dream or an astral encounter or something else entirely. Was it purely generated by my own unconscious or the result of "external" stimulation? No drugs were involved, but I'd argue that the meaningful impact would have been similar, even if there had been.

In short, as simple and satisfying as it might be to dismiss psychedelic experiences as delusional and meaningless, one cannot really do so without tossing out other extraordinary non-drug-influenced experiences that similarly challenge our complacent sense of normality.

All that said, there is much to criticize about the psychedelic revolution of the '60s and '70s. Timothy Leary in particular rapidly devolved from a serious psychological researcher into a carnival sideshow barker inviting one and all into his tent of promised wonders. "Tune in, turn on, and drop out" and "You can be anything you want to be, this time around" were catchy mottos aimed at the growing youth culture, urging kids half his age to abandon humdrum career tracks for carefree lives as would-be gypsies and communards. Very little of that panned out well.

The early emphasis on "set and setting" (which boiled down to carefully choosing one's environment for an acid trip and approaching it with an appropriately relaxed and open mindset) got lost somewhere along the way, perhaps because of the influence of Kesey's Merry Pranksters, who threw caution to the wind and reveled in getting hundreds of brave souls tripping together and seeing what transpired. This soon became institutionalized as standard operating procedure for rock concerts across the continent, perhaps most famously symbolized by the hundreds of thousands of stoned and tripping youths at Woodstock's festival of rain and mud. Taking a page from Tim Leary's playbook, erstwhile yippies Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin tried to conjure up "Woodstock Nation" as a mighty countercultural force, but the '60s were on their way out and the "Me Decade" soon arrived.

Leary's vision of kids reprogramming themselves with LSD likely did not include the Manson Family's approach, which culminated in their creepy crawling around Beverly Hills propagating murder and mayhem. None of this was necessarily inherent in the use of psychedelics, but it was perhaps inherent in portraying the drugs as a one-size-fits-all mind-expanding panacea. Clearly, some minds were not meant for expanding.

For my part, after perhaps two dozen trips over the course of three years, I largely drew my psychedelic explorations to a close. I was now living in unforgiving urban settings (notably New York) and it didn't take too many ill-conceived outings to decide that tripping while riding the subway back and forth to shows at the Fillmore East was not a successful strategy for a pleasant evening.

Moreover, as someone whose main motivation for dropping acid was to see what I could "learn" from the experience, it began to dawn on me that I seemed to be learning the same lesson over and over.

As I was coming down and feeling sweaty and exhausted, I'd take a nice hot shower and resolve to work on myself and become a better me. If this was an entirely appropriate plan of action for a twenty-one-year old, it was not a message that required dropping acid repeatedly to get. I figured I'd quit while I was ahead, before I began to be strangely attracted to scanning shortwave radio for messages from the Masters.

My interest in mysticism and esoteric teachings persisted, but their pursuit seemed better served by steady incremental study rather than by sudden plunges into psychological thickets. Epistemological ambiguity remained a constant companion"”what did I really know from my own experiences, not just from someone else's say-so?

In due course I realized that I truly "knew" very little that wasn't open to multiple explanations. I came to see belief systems as frameworks to explore, not as all-or-nothing choices. There might be virtues in every system, but there were distortions and drawbacks as well. Which is not to say that I floated above it all, looking down from some ostensibly objective vantage point. Far from it. I practiced the ability to provisionally suspend disbelief while working with a particular system. Seeing the world through its eyes, I aimed for a sincerity of practice free of dogmatic certainty. While it would be tidy to attribute this capacity to my psychedelic days, it probably had as much to do with my reading William James's Varieties of Religious Experience or with my intuitive agreement with the Theosophical tenet "There is no religion higher than truth."

Meanwhile, others' psychoactive explorations continued. In many cases, the old standby drugs such as acid were superseded by newer chemical concoctions hovering at the edge of legality. As chronicled in his Center of the Cyclone, John Lilly thoroughly immersed himself in ketamine use, which either brought him into contact with an alien civilization or triggered a delusional psychosis"”exactly which was not clear from a safe distance. Terence and Dennis McKenna found that taking ayahuasca in the Amazon jungle similarly brought UFOs into the picture. Other researchers bounced from MDMA to MDA to DMT to toad venom. These reportedly brought encounters with Self-Transforming Elf Machines (or STEMs) that were integrated in some fashion into the understructure of the universe. These were certainly intriguing developments, but were they really helpful? I could understand the fascination. They seemed to be interactions with a radical Other that was somehow both external and internal. But I already had my hands full with my ongoing epistemological ambiguities and I saw no need to introduce elves or aliens into the puzzle. According to some Sufis, jinns and other beings of the Unseen lived among us in a parallel dimension or plane, but they were notorious tricksters and you trafficked with them at considerable risk. Thanks, but no thanks.

Ever since humans first unknowingly ate a magic mushroom or ergot-moldy bread or any number of naturally occurring psychoactive substances, people have known that a shift in consciousness is just a bite away.

For the adventurous among us, this has been an opportunity to push the envelope of consciousness: What lies beyond my usual mental ruts and assumptions? Who or what might I encounter as I fly through inner space? Who exactly are you and I? Are we both part of the same cosmic One or are we separate entities seeking an elusive union?

For the more cautious among us who are just trying to get by and who understandably don't wish to overturn our mental applecarts at the drop of a hat, we'rem satisfied to stick to fewer questions, skip the psychedelics, and just deal with the car's muffler coming loose.

I feel the tug of both tendencies and don't praise one over the other. As tempting as it may be to set a hard-and-fast rule and say yea or nay, there are just too many variables to each individual, drug, and situation to allow for a final judgment.

Imre Vallyon, a spiritual teacher and author of Heaven and Hells of the Mind, has opined that psychedelics puncture the etheric body, allowing the astral world to flood in. (See his comment in the "Drugs and the Path" symposium, Gnosis magazine 26 [Winter 1993], 22.) Maybe so, but I still consider the jury out as to whether there is such a thing as the etheric body or the astral world in the first place. I've had experiences that could conceivably affirm the existence of both, but epistemological ambiguity suggests that an equally valid explanation for certain effects could be that psychedelics simply stir up one's unconscious, with unpredictable results.

I don't regret having taken psychedelics when I was younger, but I also have zero desire to try them again at this late date. Whether this is an indication of a hardwon wisdom or of a lack of curiosity and daring, it is hard to say. Probably both. I think I'll just cut to the chase and go take a nice hot shower and resolve to be a better me.

A 1993 issue of Gnosis was devoted to the theme "Psychedelics and the Path." For more information, visit lumen.org.

JAY KINNEY was founder and publisher of Gnosis magazine, published from 1985 to 1999. He is also the author of The Masonic Myth (Harper Collins), which has been translated into five languages. His article "Shhh! It's a Secret: Grappling with the Puzzle of Freemasonrywith the Puzzle of Freemasonry" appeared in Quest, Summer 2013.