This piece is a follow-on to a short story posted a few days ago here, and it will make less sense if you have not read the other. It described some inner experiences upon ingesting mescalin half a century ago. That piece was a work of fiction, although obviously possessing a strong autobiographical content. Here, however, I am trying to reason some specific points. What is imagined and what is not, and how do we know?
Wherein Icker, eighteen, uses mescalin for the only time this life, and comes under withering investigation from two leprechaun-entities in a forest, and is found wanting…
“All lower love is but a schooling for the highest love.” – Rudolf Steiner
“The penis sometimes displays an intellect of its own. When a man may desire it to be stimulated it remains obstinate and goes its own way, sometimes moving on its own without the permission of its owner. Whether he is awake or sleeping, it does what it desires. Often when the man wishes to use it, it desires otherwise. And often it wishes to be used and the man forbids it. Therefore, it appears that this creature possesses a life and intelligence separate from man.” – Leonardo Da Vinci
“There are three classes of people: those who see, those who can see once shown, and those who do not see.” – Leonardo Da Vinci
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