LSD and mescaline enable us to recapture our dreams and to resolve that poetic paradox that consists of all the things that we know do not exist, yet whose emotional presence cannot be disputed. What the intellect denies, the heart continues to believe, for deep in our memory there still live those pictures of island paradises, those perfect settings of novels and dramas, those impossible love affairs, and those medieval romances that never transpired. Wherever imagination suggests the existence of beauty beyond the fields of evening sunlight or harmonies beyond earthly music, we stand in the presence of the far-off land. Whenever we perceive existence that we cannot touch or encounter the infinite in ineffable moments of otherness, we respond to the voice of primal life, penetrating through the weariness of banal necessity. All that is sacred and holy is derived from its ancient authority; all that is sublime reflects its distant glory. Like the unicorn, it is visible only to the virgin soul that has regained its childlike vision, for pure perception alone is capable of revealing the separate parts of existence, reunited in a single presence, in which both matter and spirit are illuminated as a timeless moment of perfect identity. Thus life again becomes concrete, its opposing forces resolved into a practical course of action, lighting the way to future encounter with the Beyond in the forms of everyday experience. For having once shown us the poetic model of our original paradise, the psychogenic vision assures us not only that the substance of our dreams still lives, awaiting fulfillment in reality, but that the far-off land is in very fact our own real world, as fresh today as it was in memory—as rich in legendary beauty as the lyrical splendor that spread itself before the eye on the morning of life’s innocence.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 05:43:32 +0000
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