I Declare That The Beatles Are Mutants.

Drop Out--detach Yourself From The External Social Drama Which Is As Dehydrated And Ersatz As Tv. Turn On--find A Sacrament Which Returns You To The Temple Of God, Your Own Body. Go Out Of Your Mind. Get High. Tune In--be Reborn. Drop Back In To Express It. Start A New Sequence Of Behavior That Reflects Your Vision.

The Brain Is Not A Blind, Reactive Machine, But A Complex, Sensitive Biocomputer That We Can Program. And If We Don't Take The Responsibility For Programming It, Then It Will Be Programmed Unwittingly By Accident Or By The Social Environnement.

One Cannot Evolve From One's Robothood Until One Realizes How Totally One Has Been Robotized.

Followers Do Not Like Themselves, Of Course; That's Why They Crawl. And Masters Have Nothing But Contempt For Their Subservants, Which Is Why They Impose Such Colorful Embarrassments Upon Them.

Prayer Is Ecstatic Communication With Your Innernavigational Computer.