Terence McKenna is now the 'Omega Man.' He is saying many of the things I have been trying to say and doing it better, yet I am not quite ready to accede to his efforts. I don't recall just when I first heard about the McKenna’s, but I am sure that Terence's work has already had its influence on me. Jose Argueles was also into the Mayan calendar date of 2012 rather early on.
Before getting into the background of Terence, or what little I know of it, let me say a bit more about the connection with him that I perceive. He is the firstest with the mostest, as far as popular contemporary eschatology is concerned, which is where I believe that I am supposed to be aiming my own efforts. There is a major discrepancy, however. He is rather far off the mark of Christocentrism. Terence is the self-made urban shaman. I, on the other hand, am grasping for the coattails of the Son, hoping to hang on for dear life. Terence does his job, I do mine. Terence plays well in the Bay area, silicon rave scene. I don't think he will have the staying power to make it to Peoria. I may not either, but that is where the heartland is. I do have a few roots there. Terence is keeping a seat warm for someone.
Terence has had much experience with mushroom assisted shamanic journeys in South America where he has picked up information that I have had to wrestle out of the Hopkins Library and other such stuffy places, with the help of only one joint, which I did actually manage to inhale, so there! I might have had more, but they suspected I was a narc. They might have guessed I would end up playing games with Central. If you think Terry had no such contact, you underestimate our boys in gray. In short, Terry is cool and I'm not.