Monday, 25 November 2024

Turn on, tune in and get therapy


Graham Hancock is just a journalist with all the tricks of the trade, who despite chances with several top press agencies, degenerated from social critic to propaganda requisite and tabloid style confabulator. Of course he plays that from the passive-aggressive; something we refer to as a leg-pisser. Like that annoying dog that sneaks up when you’re not looking. 


Was it the years of drug and pharmaceutical abuse or the DMT? One learns in nursing that denial carries a predisposition for substance abuse; in this case wanton dissociation. Out-of-Body Experience, voices in the head or a general sense of alter-reality, are usually the desired results. How he comes across like some time-warped remake of Timothy Leary, says it all in the typical undertones of the 60s counter-culture. Being a Baby Boomer myself, I’ve seen too many fall down that rabbit hole, like it’s the only inspiring thing that ever happened in their otherwise mundane lives. While I agree what followed also left a lot to be desired, I had quite enough of my own bizarre challenges to contend with. They simply didn’t relate, nor did I care to under the circumstances.