I Have Overcome the World

A Christian is a follower of Christ, who “overcame the world”. (John 16:33)

Therefore a follower of Christ must strive to overcome the world.

To overcome the world is to overcome conventional society, or “Babylon”.

Three things necessary to overcome Babylon are “Heaven”, “Earth” and “the Word”.

Heaven is reached in the gnosis of psychedelic mystical experience.

Earth is reached in the kenosis of mindful presence and zen.

The Word is reached in the pistis of religious contemplation.

Psychonauts who believe in Heaven but not Earth or the Word are defeated by Babylon.

Neo-Pagans who believe in the Earth but not Heaven or the Word are defeated by Babylon.

Christians who believe in the Word but not Earth or Heaven are defeated by Babylon.

One out of three is not enough. Two out of three is not enough.

The only way to overcome the world and defeat Babylon and extract yourself from the Matrix

is by fully engaging mind, body and spirit with the Word and with Heaven and Earth.

This is the Way of Psychedelic Christian Zen.

This is the Way of the Holy Mushroom.

Please Don’t Worry

Please don’t worry if you can’t think straight when you’re high on magic mushrooms. Don’t worry if you can’t recall certain details about your life, or if you can’t remember why you are there or what you’re meant to be doing. Don’t worry if your mind is scrambled and you can’t follow a line of reasoning further than a couple of steps before you forget what you were thinking about. Don’t worry if you can’t work it out, or if you can’t work anything out. Don’t worry if nothing seems to make sense.

You’re tripping. You’re fucked. The normal functioning of your mind is impaired. Certain parts of your brain have been temporarily knocked out, are under a kind of neuronal anesthetic. Your left hemisphere in particular, as well as your default mode network, are in suspended animation. This is not the time to talk to your boss about this year’s performance figures and the possibility of promotion.

Please don’t worry about it! It’s completely normal. You are in a temporary altered state of consciousness. It will pass. Your logical, rational faculties will return. You’re not going mad. You’re on drugs, remember?

There’s nothing you need to do, nothing you need to solve, nothing you need to worry about. You are in a safe place with people you can trust for the sole purpose of journeying deep into the heart of your very being, consciousness and bliss, deeper than you ever thought was possible.

But first you need to stop worrying, otherwise you won’t go anywhere but round and round the windmills of your mind. Mind loops can be entertaining as well as infuriating, exhausting and nightmarish. But this is not what sacred psychoactive plant medicines are for. This is not what shamanic journeying is about. This is “tripping” in the popular sense, but only because people in the West don’t know how magic carpets work. Don’t stress yourself trying to decipher the patterns. Break through the discursive mind. Learn to fly.

And please don’t worry – everything is out of control!

The Living God of the Mushroom Christ

The “God of the philosophers” is the God of metaphysical speculation, traditionally associated with Aristotle and his Metaphysics. In modern times, it would probably be associated with big names in Transpersonal Psychology such as Stanislav Grof and Ken Wilber or advocates of The Perennial Philosophy such as René Guenon, Huston Smith and Aldous Huxley (who wrote a popular book of that name), not to mention theologians of all persuasions trained in the Analytical philosophical tradition and others.

Nothing wrong with all that. But there is, as there has always been, a “living God” of wild power and might, of the numinous, the uncanny and the weird, alongside the polite, rational, moral God of the lecture theatre, pulpit and drawing-room. Jesus may have been alluding to this God when he said, “he is not a God of the dead, but of the living” (Luke 20:38)

In the New Testament, Jesus is referred to as “son of God”, “son of Man” and “son of David”. In Luke’s gospel, his genealogy is redacted all the way back from his “biological” father Joseph via King David to “our first father” Adam, concluding the long list with: “the son of Enos, the son of Seth, the son of Adam, the son of God.” (Luke 3:38)

The “living God” is not just the first name in a family history, however, spiritual father of the first human, Adam. As “the son of Joseph … the son of Adam, the son of God”, through descent, Jesus is “the son of Man”. But through direct contact with the Divine Source in the here and now, “eternally begotten of the Father”, Jesus is “the son of God” directly, without intermediary. There is a horizontal connection in time and space and there is a vertical connection beyond time and space.

Jesus was plugged directly into the Source, but also into a particular history of “the living God”, that of the Jewish people as recounted in the Old Testament:

The living God of All Creation;

The living God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;

The living God of Moses and Aaron;

The living God of David, Solomon and the Kings of Israel and Judah;

The living God of Elijah, Elisha and the Prophets.

Christianity is of course built on the living God of Jesus Christ, understood as Father, Son and Holy Spirit, which in essence is the same living God that walked with Adam in the garden.

Psychedelic Christianity is also grafted onto the same vine, connected by a million threads of mycelium to the same living God, the living God of the Mushroom Christ.

The Psychedelic Life

A psychedelic priest must live a psychedelic life. That is to say, they must walk the walk and practice what they preach.

What is psychedelic practice? What is the psychedelic life? In the ceremonial, which is to say, “religious” context, as opposed to the recreational, “hippy” context, psychedelic life and practice is sober and disciplined. It consists of three elements: preparation, communion and integration.

The psychedelic priest administers the sacrament and conducts the ceremony. This is the heart and soul of the practice: an act of communion with the psychedelic spirit of the holy mushroom and with whatever numinous contact with divinity that affords. But there is also the before and after, the preparation and integration, to take into account.

For the psychedelic priest, kenosis (meditation) is the preparation and pistis (prayer) is the integration. The communion, that is, the psychedelic experience itself, is gnosis (revelation). This is the basic model for all serious practitioners.

The true psychedelic life is a life of meditation, revelation and prayer.

Ode to a Nightingale

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

         My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

         One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

         But being too happy in thine happiness,—

                That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees

                        In some melodious plot

         Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

                Singest of summer in full-throated ease.


O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been

         Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,

Tasting of Flora and the country green,

         Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!

O for a beaker full of the warm South,

         Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,

                With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

                        And purple-stained mouth;

         That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,

                And with thee fade away into the forest dim:


Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

         What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness, the fever, and the fret

         Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,

         Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;

                Where but to think is to be full of sorrow

                        And leaden-eyed despairs,

         Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

                Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.


Away! away! for I will fly to thee,

         Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,

But on the viewless wings of Poesy,

         Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:

Already with thee! tender is the night,

         And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,

                Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;

                        But here there is no light,

         Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown

                Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.


I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,

         Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet

         Wherewith the seasonable month endows

The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;

         White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;

                Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;

                        And mid-May’s eldest child,

         The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

                The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.


Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

         I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

         To take into the air my quiet breath;

                Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

         To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

                While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

                        In such an ecstasy!

         Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—

                   To thy high requiem become a sod.


Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

         No hungry generations tread thee down;

The voice I hear this passing night was heard

         In ancient days by emperor and clown:

Perhaps the self-same song that found a path

         Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

                She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

                        The same that oft-times hath

         Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam

                Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.


Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

         To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

         As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

         Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

                Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep

                        In the next valley-glades:

         Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

                Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?


John Keats

The Yin/Yang Dance Paradox

A high dose of magic mushrooms takes you to the paradoxical heart of reality, which is neither solid nor liquid. Too solid and there is only dry land; too liquid and there is only sea; too muddling and there is only mud.

There are no absolutes here: whether life or death, day or night, light or dark, waking or sleep, present or past, summer or winter, hot or cold, wild or tame, loud or quiet, naughty or nice, messy or tidy, forbidden or accepted, perfect or flawed, open or secret.

It’s an open secret: a sacred sensual dance in the half-light at the still point of the turning world.

I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come.


Habits of Love


Kenosis (“self-emptying”) is about letting go of bad habits.

Pistis (“faithful practice”) is about establishing good habits.

Gnosis (“spiritual vision”) is about seeing deeply into the heart of what is good and bad.


Kenosis is as much about renunciation as it is about surrender;

pistis is as much about orthopraxy (right action) as it is about orthodoxy (right belief);

gnosis is as much about discernment as it is about knowledge.

The deeper the practice of gnosis-pistis-kenosis, the higher the forms of the Good.

This ascending spiral can be understood as noesis.


Bad habits are associated with the six realms on the Wheel of Babylon:

narcissism and pride (Divas); ideological possession (Muppets);

conventional mediocrity (Muggles); victim mentality (Victims);

addictive behaviours (Addicts); hatred and vengefulness (Demons).

The ultimate goal of spiritual practice is freedom from Babylon:

“Babylon dropped” is the kenotic state of no-kleshas and no-sins.


We can express this in the language of love:

God is love and God is everything.

All things therefore subsist in love, including Babylon.

However, the love that fuels Babylon is divorced from agape, the divine source of love,

through the falling away occasioned by the original sin of Pride.

The love that fuels Babylon is limited, conditional, human love:

storge (familial affection), eros (sexuality) and philia (friendship),

that is, storge without agape; eros without agape; philia without agape.


These three dissociated loves create the Wheel of Babylon:

storge without agape produces Muggles and Victims;

eros without agape produces Addicts and Demons;

philia without agape produces Divas and Muppets.

With this understanding, we can see the need for noesis

(the cycle of kenosis-gnosis-pistis)

in our return from our spiritual exile in Babylon:

kenosis being the renunciation of all limited, human forms of love,

gnosis direct contact with the divine source of love and reception of the divine gift,

and pistis the suffusing of storge, eros and philia with agape.


Noesis is the progressive spiritualisation of human love

through the continual influx of divine love

in the upward spiral of kenosis-gnosis-pistis.

In the imagery of John the Divine and John of the Cross,

the deadening and dehumanising love of the Whore of Babylon

is transformed by the love of God into a resurrected life, a living flame of love.


Religious discipline and discipleship therefore necessarily involves kenosis,

renunciation of creature comforts (storge), sexual gratification (eros) and social chitchat (philia):

“If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life

also, he cannot be my disciple.”

(Luke 14:26)

…until he learns to bear the beams of love in gnosis and to integrate it into his life in pistis.

Noesis is both salvific and redemptive:

it creates a New Heaven and a New Earth.

Babylon Dropped!

When Dogen Zenji was enlightened, he exclaimed, “bodymind dropped!”

Zen aims at this “bodymind dropped!”, called satori in Japanese.

Zen is “direct pointing to reality outside the scriptures”;

Satori is “direct seeing of reality outside the delusional bodymind”.

William Blake said, “If the doors of perception were cleansed,

Everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.”

This is satori. This is enlightenment.

Dogen Zenji also said, “training and enlightenment are one”.

There is no end to spiritual awakening.

Which comes first, enlightenment or training?

Which comes first, chicken or egg?

It is an endless cycle.

In Christian terms, gnosis is spiritual vision (kensho);

Pistis is faithful spiritual practice (buddhadharma);

Kenosis is spiritual dying to self (satori).

Gnosis is “I am enlightened together with the universe”;

Pistis is “training and enlightenment are one”;

Kenosis is “bodymind dropped!”.

“Bodymind dropped!” is “Babylon dropped!”

And babylon dropped is boundless freedom.

Stop Thinking and Have Faith

As a teenager, my motto was “question everything”.

The modern mind is addicted to thinking and questioning:

“Don’t take anything on authority.

Think for yourself.”

Questioning is related to questing,

And to the modern mind,

Questing and seeking

Are the essence of spirituality.

Why do people say,

“I am spiritual but not religious”?

Because they are spiritual seekers

Whose motto is “question everything”.

They think,

“Religious people don’t question.

They just believe.

They have blind faith.

They are simple-minded and gullible.”

But what if you find

What you were seeking for?

Do you keep seeking?

What if you cross to the other shore?

Do you carry the raft with you

Wherever you go?

I used to be spiritual.

But now I am religious.


Partly through my experience

With psychedelics.

Thinking, questioning,

Skepticism and doubt,

Invariably lead to bad outcomes:

Either “nada” or “mal viaje”.

I have observed this in myself

And in others.

What we take to be

The heroic dignity

Of enlightened self-reliance,


And self-determination,

Is in fact that old devil called Pride.

And pride comes before a fall.

As I have repeatedly said

In various ways,

Gnosis without pistis and kenosis

Is dangerous.

What is kenosis?

Self-emptying – “bodymind dropped”.

What is pistis?

Faith – “the Word made flesh”.

A good religious

Must stop thinking and have faith.

And the same is true of a good psychonaut.