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 Here's a piece of information you might find interesting.
 This wave here, this is the personal history.
 Plus it's the chronicle of our travels in the Amazon at that time.
 I wrote this on 28 February 1971 after casting the I Ching,
 which are my notes prior to the experiment.
 I approached these pages with a peculiar sense of urgency,
 as a man might who confronted an unexplainable phenomenon,
 as some impossible creation of dreams or unaccountable natural principle.
 A sound, almost like a signal, or very, very faint transmission of radio buzzings from somewhere.
 Something like tingling chimes at first, but gradually becoming amplified
 with snapping, popping, gurgling, crackling electrical sounds.
 Seeing the levels of sound become more dense, like obsidian froth,
 which pours forth from the body and the mouth as long as the sounds continue.
 It is effervescent, phosphorescent, and indescribable.
 Supra-linguistic matter.
 It is a language not made of words,
 a language which becomes and which is the thing it describes.
 Trans-linguistic stuff.
 The do-anything stuff.
 I wrote this.
 This sound we understand to be the ESR of the resonating tryptamine compounds within the mushroom.
 The stone is a solid-state hyperdimensional circuit.
 The stone will be all things.
 Of course, what this is, this is all shamanism, basically.
 This is the kind of shit that shamans do.
 A retreat from the brink of a historical apocalypse created by overpopulation and resource abuse
 and untrammeled militarism and dominator politics.
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