People have always heard voices. Sometimes they're called shamans, sometimes they're called mad, and sometimes they're called fiction writers. I always feel lucky that I live in a culture where fiction writing is legal and not seen as pathology.

My father was a shaman. He told me that time doesn't exist. He didn't use a clock. He didn't know when my birthday was.

Life lived in the absence of the psychedelic experience that primordial shamanism is based on is life trivialized, life denied, life enslaved to the ego.

The knowledge of the realm of death makes it possible for the shaman to move freely back and forth and mediate these journeys for other people.