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 >> Tonight for your edification and amusement, three rays, two interregnums, visions by Rosette,
 didgeridoo Stephen Kent, and sound by Space Time.
 Words and ideas by Terrence McKenna.
 Rap One, the archaic revival.
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 >> History is ending because the dominator culture has led the human species into a blind alley.
 And as the inevitable chaostrophe approaches, people look for metaphors and answers.
 Every time a culture gets into trouble, it casts itself back into the past, looking for the last sane moment it ever knew.
 And the last sane moment we ever knew was on the plains of Africa.
 15,000 years ago, rocked in the cradle of the great horned mushroom goddess before history,
 before standing armies, before slavery and property, before warfare and phonetic alphabets and monotheism,
 before, before, before, and this is where the future is taking us because the secret faith of the 20th century is not modernism.
 The secret faith of the 20th century is nostalgia for the archaic.
 Nostalgia for the paleolithic.
 And that gives us body piercing, abstract expressionism, surrealism, jazz, rock and roll, and catastrophe theory.
 The 20th century mind is nostalgic for the paradise that once existed on the mushroom dotted plains of Africa
 where the plant-human symbiosis occurred that pulled us out of the animal body and into the tool-using, culture-making, imagination-exploring creature that we are.
 And why does this matter?
 It matters because it shows that the way out is back and that the future is a forward escape into the past.
 This is what the psychedelic experience means.
 It's a doorway out of history and into the wiring under the board in eternity.
 And I tell you this because if the community understands what it is that holds it together, the community will be better able to streamline itself for flight into hyperspace.
 Because what we need is a new myth.
 What we need is a new true story that tells us where we're going in the universe.
 And that true story is that the ego is a product of pathology and that when psilocybin is regularly part of the human experience, the ego is suppressed.
 And the suppression of the ego means the defeat of the dominators, the materialists, the product peddlers.
 Psychedelics return us to the inner worth of the self, to the importance of the feeling of immediate experience.
 And nobody can sell that to you and nobody can buy it from you.
 So the dominator culture is not interested in the felt presence of immediate experience.
 But that's what holds the community together.
 And as we break out of the silly myths of science and the infantile obsessions of the marketplace, what we discover through the psychedelic experience is that in the body, in the body, there are niagras of beauty.
 Alien beauty, alien dimensions that are part of the self, the richest part of life.
 I think of going to the grave without having a psychedelic experience like going to the grave without ever having sex.
 It means that you never figured out what it was all about.
 The mystery is in the body and the way the body works itself into nature.
 What the archaic revival means is shamanism, ecstasy, orgiastic sexuality, and the defeat of the three enemies of the people.
 And the three enemies of the people are hegemony, monogamy, and monotony.
 And if you get them on the run, you have the dominators sweating, folks, because that means that you're getting it all reconnected.
 And getting it all reconnected means putting aside the idea of separateness and self-definition through thing fetish.
 Getting it all connected means tapping into the Gaian mind.
 And the Gaian mind is what we're calling the psychedelic experience.
 It's an experience of the living fact of the intellect of the planet.
 And without that experience, we wander in a desert of bogus ideologies.
 But with that experience, the compass of the self can be set.
 And that's the idea, that we're figuring out how to reset the compass of the self through community, through ecstatic dance, through psychedelics, sexuality, intelligence.
 This is what we have to have to make the forward escape into hyperspace.
 I'm going to take five here, and we'll be back and chat some more.
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 And I remember that this friend of mine, who always got there first, visited me with this
 little glass pipe and this stuff which looked like orange mothballs.
 And since I was a graduate of Dr. Hoffman's, I figured there were no surprises.
 So the only question I asked was, "How long does it last?"
 And he said, "About five minutes."
 So I did it.
 And
 there was something like a flower, like a chrysanthemum in orange and yellow that was
 sort of spinning, spinning.
 And then it was like I was pushed from behind and I fell through the chrysanthemum into
 another place that didn't seem like a state of mind.
 It seemed like another place.
 And what was going on in this place, aside from the tastefully soffited indirect lighting
 and the crawling geometric hallucinations along the domed walls, what was happening
 was that there were a lot of beings in there.
 A lot of what I call self-transforming machine elves, sort of like jeweled basketballs, all
 dribbling their way toward me.
 And if they'd had faces, they'd have been grinning, but they didn't have faces.
 And they assured me that they loved me and they told me not to be amazed, not to give
 way to astonishment.
 And so I watched them, even though I wondered if maybe I hadn't really done it this time.
 And what they were doing was they were making objects come into existence by singing them
 into existence.
 Objects which looked like Fabergé eggs from Mars, morphing themselves with Mandyan alphabetical
 structures.
 They looked like the concrescence of linguistic intentionality put through a kind of hyperdimensional
 transform into three-dimensional space.
 And these little machines offered themselves to me, and I realized when I looked at them
 that if I could bring just one of these little trinkets back, nothing would ever be quite
 the same again.
 And I wondered, where am I and what is going on?
 And it occurred to me that these must be holographic viral projections from an autonomous continuum
 that was somehow intersecting my own.
 And then I thought a more elegant explanation would be to take it at face value and realize
 that I had broken into an ecology of souls and that somehow I was getting a peep over
 the other side.
 Somehow I was finding out that thing that you cheerfully assume you can't find out,
 but it felt like I was finding out.
 And it felt...
 And then I can't remember what it felt like because the little self-transforming tights
 interrupted me and said, "Don't think about it.
 Don't think about who we are.
 Think about doing what we're doing.
 Do it.
 Do it now.
 Do it."
 And what they meant was, "Use your voice to make an object."
 And as I understood, I felt a bubble kind of grow inside of me.
 And I watched these little elf tights jumping in and out of my chest.
 They like to do that to reassure you.
 And they said, "Do it."
 And I felt language rise up in me that was unhooked from English.
 And I began to speak like this.
 [speaking in an alien language]
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 Or words to that effect.
 And I wondered then what it all meant and why it felt so good if it didn't mean anything.
 And I thought about it a few years, actually.
 And I decided, you know, that meaning and language are two different things.
 And what the alien voice in the psychedelic experience wants to reveal is the syntactical
 nature of reality, that the real secret of magic is that the world is made of words.
 And that if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish.
 [speaking in an alien language]
 And one of the things that I learned about DMT was that if you've ever had it, even just once,
 then you can have a dream.
 And in this dream, somebody will pull out a little glass pipe.
 And then it will happen.
 It will happen just like the real thing.
 Because there's a button somewhere inside each and every one of us that gives you a look
 into the other side.
 And that's the button that resets the compass that tells you where you want to sail.
 Good luck.
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