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 Whoever issued up the tissue books to brains, made you straight, lit up the fire, bringing me to life.
 Got an angel in place when he ordered one, two, three, shut it.
 Whoever poured the gorge of your eye, made it slimy and face, making me twice.
 Shot your dangerous face with a gorgeous gun massage.
 Shot it, click, click, click, you've been away for far too long.
 Welcome to the whoever's doing it song.
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 Whoever's doing it.
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 Whoever conchured up the conch of your mouth, made yourself a good boarding house, got sick, blowed, trapped.
 A spunky, stoned monkey when he rapped that one, two, three, shut it.
 Whoever labored for the favor of your walk, felt the shock of his lordly life, struck you like a snow.
 After you make a cracked, spunky, yucky bone, slap someone on his nut.
 Shot it, click, click, click, you've been away for far too long.
 Welcome to the whoever's doing it song.
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 Whoever's doing it.
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 Whoever's doing it.
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 Whoever's doing it.
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 Whoever's doing it.
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 Whoever wrestled with the vessel of your heart, got a startling arm, it's like you've never been known.
 A bloody lover sailing after the blood of a bladder run, ha ha, shut it.
 Whoever scored the aura of your view, who is noodling green, go doodling a blue,
 who's a bottle neckless cover, would you find your surprise on a rising thunder, like you've done,
 shut it.
 You've been away for far too long.
 Welcome to the whoever's doing it song.
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 Whoever's doing it.
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 You've been away for far too long.
 Welcome to the whoever's doing it song.
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 Whoever's doing it.
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 Chapter 10, More on the Opus.
 The next day, the fourth of March, dawned hot and clear.
 After we made breakfast, we did not tear down our fire, as would have normally been the case.
 Instead, we began to brew the carefully shredded Banisteriopsis copy wood,
 in several gallons of spring water.
 The fire made from the gnarled and now sun-baked roots burned furiously.
 The pot responded with an even rolling boil that is the correct condition for making the drug.
 All afternoon long, we cooked and said little.
 Dave and Vanessa were to join us for a light meal early in the evening,
 and then they had agreed to withdraw from the group and allow the yahey-taking
 and the experimental test of hypercarbylation to go on without them.
 I am sure that Dennis' mind, far more than my own, was preoccupied with the details of the test.
 During the days preceding, he had been often irritable, and this I took to be a part of the spectrum of effects
 accompanying whatever odd sort of mental unfoldment he was going through.
 While he was thus occupied with interior issues and vistas,
 I was the hawk-eyed guardian of the shamanic fires and procedures.
 There recently had been much discussion of fire and the role it must have played
 in forming the mental world of human beings.
 Once, as we sat staring into the campfire, Dennis had remarked to me that
 "People have been looking into fires like this for thousands and thousands of years.
 The squeal of these coals is the release of ionized plasma,
 and into the flickering walls of waves of free electrons thus created,
 one can see into the past and the future.
 The fire is the place where the ideas come from."
 I was silent. I felt our ancestors then seemingly present on the other side of the interface
 represented by the flame.
 "What is happening to us?" I asked it myself again,
 but said nothing, silence seeming more eloquent.
 Dennis wrote furiously part of the day as follows.
 "March 4th. It is now possible to reconstruct the physical chemical idea
 that has evolved in the process of understanding this phenomenon,
 i.e. the fourth dimensional rotation of matter.
 I understand from examining the linguistic model we have constructed
 that the waveform ESR, interference that will accompany the work,
 operates in a somewhat different manner than I had thought.
 It can be explained thus.
 The psilocybin that occurs in the mushroom
 acts as an antenna for picking up and amplifying the harmonic ESR tones
 of all tryptophan-derived compounds of all living organisms within its range.
 Since the psilocybin undergoing metabolism is superconductive,
 this means that its range of reception is theoretically infinite,
 and the antenna does, to some degree, pick up a signal
 whose ultimate origin is the totality of living creatures.
 But since the psilocybin metabolism is carried on within the brain in a mushroom
 at a very low voltage level,
 the antenna behaves as though its range was limited,
 even though it is superconductive.
 It seems clear, therefore, that the signal,
 which on the mushroom and in this ecologically dense area
 can be discerned so clearly,
 originates in the ESR resonation of the Yahé plant,
 though perhaps all of the biosphere is picked up and broadcast amplified
 via the Yahé superconductive transducer.
 This understanding will clarify precisely what will occur
 at the moment of fourth-dimensional warp.
 Ingesting the Yahé harmine will speed up the process of metabolism
 enough to amplify its ESR tone to an audible level.
 This ESR tone will harmonically cancel out the ESR tone of the psilocybin
 within the mushroom,
 causing it to lose its electric field
 and snap into a superconducting configuration.
 The Yahé ESR signal will have keyed the mushroom's psilocybin
 into a superconducting antenna.
 It is then ready to have the psilocybin and harmine DNA compound
 being metabolized within the body, condensed onto its charged template.
 A microsecond after the mushroom's psilocybin has been superconductively charged,
 its amplified ESR wave will then cancel out the ESR signals
 of the tryptamines and harmine metabolizing in the body,
 as well as the genetic material.
 This will cause these compounds to drop into a superconductive configuration
 and bond together at the exact same time that they bond
 to the waving mushroom template.
 This transfer of superconductive compounds charged within the body
 to a superconductive template prepared within the mushroom
 will not occur in three-dimensional space.
 No actual physical transfer will be visible,
 as the organically processed superconductive material
 will bond itself to the mushroom template through a higher spatial dimension.
 The result will be the work of works, that wonder which cannot be told.
 Four dimensions captured and delineated in three,
 the stone will be all things,
 but the elements which are bound together in hyperspace to form it
 are among the most common natural products,
 and the function and place of each in the stone can be understood.
 The stone is a solid-state hyperdimensional circuit
 that is quadripartite in structure.
 First, psilocybin, charged in the mushroom to act as a template
 on which the rest of the circuit is condensed.
 In the final stone, the psilocybin acts as a superconducting antenna
 to pick up on information diffused through space and time.
 Second, the superconductively charged Harming Complex within the stone
 will act as its transmitter and energy source.
 It is interesting to note that the same energy
 that sustains the antenna circuits in superconductivity
 will sustain the whole of the device.
 The third component of the stone is the DNA
 bonded to and resonating through the Harmine.
 It will constitute the hyperdimensional holographic memory of the device
 and will contain and explicate the genetic history of all species.
 It will be the collective memory of the device
 and all times and places and conceivable forms
 will be accessible within its matrix.
 The fourth part of the circuit will be the RNA
 which will also be superconductively charged.
 Through its function of self-replication turned through hyperspace,
 the RNA will be able to project a waveform,
 three-dimensional holographic image,
 and thus it will give form instantly to any idea.
 It will perform the same function it has always had,
 the process of replication through time,
 but henceforth replication will be subject in part
 to the whim of consciousness.
 Why I and my companions have been selected
 to understand and trigger the gestalt wave of understanding
 that will be the unleashing of the hyperspatial zeitgeist
 is becoming more clear to me each moment.
 Though I know I won't understand our mission fully
 until the work is complete,
 we will be instructed in the use of the stone
 by some infinitely wise, infinitely adept fellow member
 of the hyperspatial community.
 Of that I feel sure.
 It will be the taking of the keys to galactarian citizenship.
 I speculate that we will be the first five human beings
 to be instructed in its use.
 Our mission will be to selectively disseminate it
 to the rest of humanity,
 but slowly and in such a way as to ease the culture shock.
 It is also somehow appropriate
 that at least some segment of the species
 have an intimation of the implications and possibilities
 of this, the last cultural artifact.
 And so now, against all probabilities
 and chance and circumstance,
 my companions and I have been given the peculiar privilege
 of knowing history will end.
 It would be a strange position to find oneself in
 if being in that position did not bring with it
 a full understanding of what forces it was
 that brought one there.
 Fortunately, as the phenomenon is an acceleration of understanding,
 one gains clearer insight into the forces
 that have bent space and time and thought and culture
 back upon themselves to focus them at this point.
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 Now I can look back upon my life
 as spread before the scanner of memory
 and understand all those moments that foreshadowed this one.
 It is easy to look beyond the personal history
 to the events of history
 and discern their end, the prefiguration of this last moment.
 As a phenomenon, it has always existed
 and it will continue,
 for it is the moving edge of phenomenal understanding
 that was generated in the era before physics
 and has gathered momentum, a constant acceleration, ever since.
 What we are moving toward in three dimensions
 is the passing of this wave of understanding
 into a higher dimension, the realm of the atemporal.
 As it happens, it will make this transition through one of us,
 but there will be no change in this cosmic order
 or even a blip on the cosmic circuits,
 for the phenomenon has gathered constant momentum from the beginning
 and it will flow through and beyond all dimensions
 with the same smoothness it entered
 until finally it has moved through all being in all dimensions.
 Its joy will then be complete
 when in a vast amount of time
 it has constellated full understanding throughout creation.
 If we trigger the eschatology,
 it will appear to act in the role of the antichrist,
 but the real antichrist is history's distorted reflection
 of the Christ at the end of time,
 the cosmic adamanthropos.
 The eschatological Christ is antichrist
 only from a historical perspective.
 It is interesting that among the Mazatecans
 the idea of Christ is linked to the mushroom.
 Is this syncretism or prophecy?
 That evening's collective meal with Dave and Vanessa
 at our camp with the Yahé infusion cooling in the background
 was less than successful,
 for by now positions relative to the phenomenon
 had polarized into irreconcilability.
 They arrived near the close of day
 and joined us in the hut for a smoke.
 Discussion led to an update and rehash
 of the experiment proposed for the evening.
 Dennis spoke.
 "We will obtain a metabolizing living mushroom,
 dig up the shit around it
 and physically move the whole thing to the hut.
 We want to do the bonding in the mushroom
 because we don't know what it would be like
 if it were done in our own bodies.
 It's wide open.
 With your voice, your mind and a mushroom
 these things can be done.
 That is all one needs.
 Accelerators, all of that? No.
 With the energy that is hundreds of times less
 than the energy in an ordinary flashlight battery
 one can probably rim space-time apart."
 The air was heavy with charged ions.
 Dave was full of doubt.
 As he talked there was the grumble of distant thunder
 far off over the jungle.
 Dave's objections to what we were doing
 were emotional and fearful,
 hardly what we expected from a colleague.
 We tried to be reassuring
 but he became agitated and rushed out of the hut,
 perhaps, we thought,
 intending to walk back to the river house.
 Instead we heard an exclamation of fear
 and a kind of moan, a yell for us.
 We all clambered out of the hut
 to find Dave white-faced and staring at the sky, pointing.
 The light of a first-quarter moon revealed the tattered sky
 and directly above the path returning to the river
 was an enormous black thunderhead
 rearing its twisting and writhing form
 up through thousands of feet of moisture
 and electricity-saturated air.
 It looked like an enormous whirlwind
 with broad strokes of lightning
 flickering out of its lower portions,
 touching the tops of the jungle canopy
 with a roar that was as deafening as field artillery
 when it broke over us.
 Over the roar of the wind that was now whipping the jungle
 all around us into a wild frenzy,
 I heard Dennis yell,
 "It's a reflection of the approaching breakthrough.
 It says to me there is now no doubt we'll succeed."
 From Dave a moan as he sank unbelieving to the sandy soil
 as the first huge drops began to fall.
 I thought of King Lear.
 In the wake of an ear-splitting blast,
 we all fell back to the hut.
 In a few minutes, the giant storm moved on,
 leaving only a chaotic and churning sunset.
 The sudden electrical storm and its impact on us
 was taken as an omen by all points of view.
 We assumed it was associated with a feedback of effects
 from the experiment,
 whose performance was now only a few hours ahead of us.
 Dave and Vanessa thought it a light dose of the wrath of God
 for having such Promethean aspirations.
 In returning to the hut to escape the onset of the storm,
 Vanessa had sprained her ankle by slipping from the notched log
 that served as the stepladder into the hut.
 "Is this the healing of my split tea
 that my astrologer foretold for this time?"
 Scorpio Vanessa asked of no one in particular.
 Dennis ate nothing.
 Dave and I shared a light meal with our guests.
 They wished us good night and good luck
 and hobbled away toward the river.
 The three of us were then left alone,
 and there remained nothing for it
 but to make the test that Dennis had devised
 and whose anticipation had caused so much strain on our expedition.
 The Yahé had been brewed.
 Through having seen Ayahuasca brewed professionally
 by shamans in Peru since,
 we were sure that our brew was too weak
 to have had any major role in what happened.
 It was the mushroom that was the causal agent,
 if a causal agent could in fact be isolated,
 and mushrooms we had,
 both picked ones as well as specimens,
 moved into the hut in situ in their manure bases.
 Living, metabolizing psilocybin and psilocin
 should be present, we thought.
 We had hung the chrysalis butterfly near the mushroom
 so that animal tissue undergoing metamorphosis
 should also be represented in the target area tableau.
 What was science and what ritual?
 We did not know and could not tell.
 They had become fused.


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