The collective unconscious has pulled the Trump Card on us from the shadowy bottom of the deck and we need to understand it as an oracular splinter in our mind.
In September of 2014, through a mutual friend, I met Myztico Campo in his Brooklyn studio. I was very much taken with his paintings. We talked about doing an article for RS. I did some research about his life and work in various media and was struck by parallels in our respective life experiences. The interview turned out to be more of a conversation.
Through many years of yoga practice, I had developed an easy talent for accessing unusual
realms of consciousness. Yet I was aware that another set of tools existed for such attainment. Could eating hashish enable me to — as the song by the Doors put it — break on through
to the other side?