Dragons, doppelgangers and demons

    I think at the age of 16 and 17 I was one of the few people in Graz who read and became intoxicated by the master of his field, who at that time was still hardly appreciated in his vastness and had since long since become the world's most famous and perhaps most publicly successful neurologist.

    Oliver Sacks

    Reading all of his works would be a bit boring, the thousandth case is probably one too many, but I love the connections to my youth, it makes everything so consistent and rounded and it's nice to know how selectively intelligent I was able to recognize masterworks even back then . This is what my little narcissist needs 🙂

    Hardly any different with Terry Pratchett, whom I discovered very early on, long before he was recognized by the public as the greatest and most intelligent humorist of his time.

    So I'm actually reading Oliver Sacks again, and of course within a very short time he beams me into the scientific WOW with which one may have difficulty maintaining the transpersonal level that Mulzer opened up shortly before with his Ester Hicks and Co stuff, but Grof and Wilson and similar things, while even the good old esotericism on the test bench takes on its meaning as a biting Gault Millau for psycho stuff, because it is not the individual perpetrator but the conspiring lie that causes us problems, the interesting thing about it could be that we can distinguish fraudsters from masters learns, and who would be better suited than someone who goes from trickster to producer and always wants to be both at the same time.

    A seal of quality for the esoteric and wellness scene?

    Absolutely necessary, the word is a thing of the past, is basically only discussed in cases such as an energetic protective ring around a Vienna hospital for 95,000 euros, as another example the craze with Grander water, as at least researched by an interesting possible network partner in the standard. Unfortunately, just being against it isn't enough, it's much more complicated my friend, but that's my talent, not yours.

    The book has other kicks to offer for me, such as the sections in which Sacks talks about his own life as a resident or student and about his own research and experiments with hallucinogens. Psychedelic Garden is the expression of this within me. And I get new inspiration, for example on the topic of mescaline, which for me was always somewhat Castaneda-influenced but could perhaps be a worthwhile new beginning of interest.

    Sacks is also right about one thing, Sunday mornings are perfect, or Saturday nights before that, you have to imitate the culture to survive in it. The chameleon.

    Sack's books can be a treasure trove because these experiences, which exist in all times, classes and cultures, represent the basis of psychological diversity and artistic manifestation. Yes, of religion itself, of psychology, of magic.

    Perhaps in another book he also researched the neurological equivalents of collective hallucinations and how they could possibly be explained.


    It is hardly tiring but very inspiring to retrace the history of these phenomena with him all the way back to Baudelaire, the artificial paradises, Huxley and Hoffmann. There is now a new movement on this topic, like me, a lot of things have been dormant for a decade or two and are now being used in a roundabout way to gain fame and honor. DMT and Ayahuasca, for example, in their workshop quantity.  

    I take possession of my youth again. To continue and expand it in the spirit of modernity, postmodernism, my own mindful emergence, as a specific and creative way of being, I think everything is right and fine.

    And it's the same with this book, in some parts it almost feels like his best. His power of contemplation of the world, of the wonder of the brain, is one of the most beautiful that I know. At least in Western modernity. Maybe still CGJung.