The Predictive Letdown: Searching for the Divinatory Voice
Impressions from Psychedelic Culture & musings on Jupiter’s final crawl through Taurus
“You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.”
― Samuel Becket
“Me! Me! I have a question!”
A lady in the back of the auditorium was jumping up and down, touched by a spirit none of us could see or feel. It wasn’t enough to raise her hand. She shouted her question into the void. The moderator invited her to the mic, and she nearly tripped over the stairs getting there.
On the stage sat a respected indigenous Elder who had just finished speaking. The details of her speech are important, and I’ll give them the honor of their own story, on their own time. For now, what you need to know is that this Elder was sharing her thoughts on the psychedelic renaissance, how its unchecked hunger is depleting resources from cultures who’ve been working with plants for generations upon generations and that we need to slow this money train down. The Earth demands it.
What touched our frazzled person at the back of the room was the spirit of confusion. She too had cor…
