“I do have a healthy skepticism, I think we all should. But I think if you listen closely enough, you’ll find that my message, if I as a joke-blower could be pompous enough to have one, is that we’re all alright and it’s gonna work out. I don’t find that cynical at all.”
“Always that same LSD story, you’ve all seen it. ‘Young man on acid, thought he could fly, jumped out of a building. What a tragedy.’ What a dick! Fuck him, he’s an idiot. If he thought he could fly, why didn’t he take off on the ground first? Check it out. You don’t see ducks lined up to catch elevators to fly south—they fly from the ground, ya moron, quit ruining it for everybody. He’s a moron, he’s dead—good, we lost a moron, fuckin’ celebrate. Wow, I just felt the world get lighter. We lost a moron! I don’t mean to sound cold, or cruel, or vicious, but I am, so that’s the way it comes out. Professional help is being sought. How about a positive LSD story? Wouldn’t that be news-worthy, just the once? To base your decision on information rather than scare tactics and superstition and lies? I think it would be news-worthy. ‘Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we’re the imagination of ourselves’ . . . ‘Here’s Tom with the weather.'”
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” And we … kill those people. “Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”
“I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going ‘my God, I love everything’.
The heavens parted. God looked down and rained down gifts of forgiveness onto my being, healing me on every level, psychically, physically, emotionally.
And I realized that our true nature is spirit not body, that we are eternal beings that God’s love is unconditional. There is nothing that we can ever do to change that.
It is only our illusion that we are separate from God or that we are alone. In fact, the reality is, we are one with God and he loves us.
Now if that isn’t a hazard to this country?
How are we going to keep building nuclear weapons?
What’s going to happen to the arms industry if we realized that we’re all ONE?
HAHAHAHA. It’s going to fuck up the economy. The economy that’s fake anyway. Which would be a real bummer.
You can see why the government is cracking down on the idea of experiencing unconditional love.”
“I’m so sick of arming the world, then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms,
you know what I mean? We keep arming thses little countries then we go and blow the
shit out of them. We’re like the bullies of the world, y’know? We’re like Jack Palance in
the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheepherder’s feet.
‘Pick it up.’
‘I don’t wanna pick it up, Mister, you’ll shoot me.”
…..
‘Pick up the gun.’
‘Mister, I don’t want no trouble, I just came downtown here to get some hard rock
candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is but
she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble,
mister…’
…..
‘Pick up the gun.’
(He picks it up. Three shots ring out)
‘You all saw him – he had a gun.'”
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