We recently bought Daniel Pinchbeck’s book, 2012, The Return of Quetzalcoatl. We both had read his previous book, Breaking Open the Head: A Psychedelic Journey into the Heart of Contemporary Shamanism. Rob read the 2012 book first, then passed it on.
I have a problem with Pinchbeck’s ideas about women and relationships and the fact that he’s trying to fill Terrence McKenna’s shoes – i.e., hallucinogenic drugs, shamanism, the ultimate meaning of life. Who else but McKenna could talk to mushrooms and prove that the ultimate riddle of life was contained within the 64 hexagrams of the I Ching?
But Pinchbeck is a fantastic writer, his grasp of language is stunning, and he’s able to couch complex ideas in terms of daily life. As a writer, he reminds me of Michael Talbot – The Holographic Universe – and he quotes some of my favorite authors to support his theories. He also understands synchronicity.
In September of 2001, Pinchbeck was editing a friend’s “poetic manifesto,” a kind of diatribe against corporatism and globalization. His partner, he writes, was in the bedroom, feeding their infant daughter, and he was in the living room, the pages of the poet’s manuscript spread out on a table in front of him.
“Outside, we heard the roar of a low-flying airplane and then a loud metallic crunch.” He and his partner opened the blinds and “saw a flaming crater in one of the World Trade towers…” The title of his friend’s manuscript was “World on Fire.”