The Transcendental Object at the End of Time [Part 1]

by Space Chicken & the Eggs of Disaster

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A tribute to the legacy of psychonaut, philosopher and all around lunatic Terence McKenna.

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released March 4, 2016

original fractal art by Exoteric-Roach.org
produced by Felipe Oliveira Gall

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Track Name: Five Dried Grams
“To say what`s never been said, to see what has never been seen...to draw, paint, sculpt, dance and act what has never before been done. To push the envelope of creativity and language and, what`s really important is, I call it the felt presence of direct experience, which is a fancy term which just simply means...We have to create culture, don't watch TV, don't read magazines, don't even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you're worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you're giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told 'no', we're unimportant, we're peripheral. 'Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.' And then you're a player, you don't want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that's being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.”

- Terence McKenna