KRS-One comes to San Francisco and drops knowledge at the Academy of Art before performing at the Red Devil Lounge
Philosophy
Twelve Laws of Life
These are non-negotiable and there are no escape clauses. No excuses are accepted.
Ignore them at your own risk.
I got this information over decades of living, but many people never learn these rules at
all. And so they live in “quiet desperation.” You don’t have to settle for that. If you
consider these Facts and test them against your experience (NOT your conditioning!), I
predict you’ll adopt them, and you’ll be on your way to a life of freedom and
accomplishment.
Link: Twelve Laws of Life.
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Robert Anton Wilson – Maybe Logic
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1422743250837892881
Full length documentary containing multiple clips complied to give us insight into the life and theories of Robert Anton Wilson.
Timothy Leary on LSD, Dying, Church, Internet, Etc.
Timothy Leary was interviewed by Paul Krassner in 1995, the year before he died. In this free wheeling interview, Leary talks about LSD, Death & Dying, the Catholic Church, the Internet, Ram Dass, G. Gordon Liddy, the Weather Underground, and more. This is an edited version excerpted from the 8 part series in Nancy Cain’s video archives.
Terence McKenna's Last Trip
Article on Terrence McKenna’ struggle with brain cancer.
In May 1999, the psychedelic bard Terence McKenna returned to his jungle hideaway on Hawaii’s Big Island after six weeks on the road. He was relieved to be home. Since claiming the mantle of Tripster King from Timothy Leary, McKenna has earned his keep as a stand-up shaman on the lecture circuit, regaling groups of psychonauts, seekers, and boho intellectuals with tales involving mushrooms, machine consciousness, and the approaching end of history. Weird stuff, and wonderfully told. But the teller was getting tired of the routine. A recluse at heart, McKenna wanted nothing more than to surf the Web, read, polish up some manuscripts, and enjoy the mellow pace of Hawaii with his new girlfriend, Christy Silness, a kind young woman he had met the year before at an ethnobotanical conference in the Yucatán.
Soon after McKenna arrived home, however, he was hit with ferocious headaches. He’d long suffered from migraines, but nothing in his 52 years could match the ice picks now skewering his skull. On May 22, after dragging himself to the john to vomit, McKenna’s mind exploded. Hallucinations cut in like shards of glass; taste and smell were bent out of shape; and he was swallowed up by a labyrinth that, as he later put it, “somehow partook of last week’s dreams, next week’s fears, and a small restaurant in Dublin.” Then his blood pressure dropped and he collapsed, the victim of a brain seizure.
