Peace+Love+Mung Beans = Spiritual Overload

I love books by hippies. I fucking love them. No, you're not listening...

Take The Alchemist for example. Nobody without drugs in their system could have written like that. To hold the reader in suspense (!) for a hundred pages and then suggest some bullshit conclusion like "that thing you seek is where you began the journey." (spoiler ends here). Fucking brilliant! I wish I could write like that. Anyone got any mescaline?
All I need, I reckon, is a rudimentary understanding of the original pop psychologist, C.G. Jung - maybe I could get that from the astrology pages of The Daily Telegraph - a dictionary of dreams or some shit, and an encyclopaedia of Celtic mythology. AND a shitload of cannabis and some time to "think." And a shitload of dim sims. Delivered by Jeremy Sims. Okay, now I'm getting picky - Audrey Tautou will do (I suppose).
I love books by hippies because they reduce the complexity and suffering of human beings into a beautifully woven, if ill-conceived paradigm of pagan discourse, eastern religion, and anything vaguely "spiritual." It's amazing what conclusions one can arrive at by dropping out of society and changing your name to "Tree."
Basically if it's not western and/or modern, throw it in! (Unless it's written by the grandaddy of pop psychology, C.G. Jung):

Jung is the master,
To understand faster,
The purpose of human existence.
Once you've done that,
Store your yoga mat,
In a cupboard and eat last night's couscous.

I copied down The Bhagavad-Gita,
And it is very much neater than yours.
You really shoulda written it calmly
Like the Buddha woulda, measured and dharmly.
But then, but then -
Don't forget Zen!
Zen is for you, 'less you'd prefer Hindu

For all of my cares about ontology
I'll go and bone up on Pagan mythology.