Rap Dancing Into The 3rd Millenium - Part A

Yeah, is the sound comfortable for everyone?

Is the light comfortable for everyone?

And are you comfortable?

Well, you shouldn't be.

The planet's going to shit in a handbag.

No, I'm, I'm, that's just my John Lilly imitation.

It's not me at all.

In order to make sure we all understand the domain we're operating from here,

I would like to talk a little about what it's like to be loaded.

Because I think that's the ground zero of what we're talking about.

Psychedelics are like any other social phenomena.

There are a lot of wannabes.

There are a lot of people who are along for the ride.

I'm sure the pagan community is no stranger to this phenomenon

because there are certain residual spinoffs,

if you proclaim yourself pagan,

that are hard to obtain any other way.

Similarly for being psychedelic.

My notion of the psychedelic cosmogony,

if you want to think of it that way,

is it's like a bullseye.

It's like a series of concentric circles.

And various substances place you

in various quadrants of that mandala

at various distances from ground zero,

which is at the absolute center.

And nature in her bounty has provided various coordination points.

I mean, there's the cannabis coordination point,

the opiate coordination point,

the tropanes that were so important in European witchcraft,

the solanaceous plants, hyalcyamine, those things.

That's a different chemical family

and a different group of plant families

that these compounds occur in.

And I've been at this fairly steadily since 1964

and have tried to do everything

with a certain level of attention and reverence.

Because I think that, you know,

it's all very fine to go armed

with the knowledge of pharmacology,

dose response, LD50, and all that.

But I think as pagans and magicians,

we really understand that

the mind can do anything.

And there's a horribly frightening

little passage in Jung somewhere

where he says,

the unconscious has a thousand ways

to terminate a life that has become meaningless.

Meaning, you know,

you'll step in front of a street car or something.

So, in my lifetime of looking at these things

and being interested in many other things as well,

heresies,

obscure backwaters of art history and literature,

peculiar philosophies that rose and fell centuries ago

in obscure parts of the world.

My theory of life's exploration is to run edges.

And I've mellowed over the years,

but I used to say,

if a book isn't a hundred years old,

you shouldn't read it.

If a person isn't dead,

you shouldn't worry about them.

If they wrote in English,

you shouldn't bother with them.

And so forth and so on.

In the course of sorting out

as many peculiar and bizarre possibilities

as life could offer me in many places,

my attitude was always critical.

My attitude was always a show-me attitude.

I don't believe in faith.

I don't believe in belief.

My favorite gospel story

is the story of the apostle Thomas,

who was not present

when Christ came the first time

after the resurrection to the upper room.

And then later Thomas came to the apostles

and they said,

the master has been here.

And he said,

you guys have been smoking

too much of that red lab.

And then Christ came again.

But in this conversation with the apostles,

Thomas said,

unless I put my hand into the wound,

I will not believe it.

And then time passed.

And then Christ came again

to the upper room.

And he said,

Thomas, come forward.

Put your hand into the wound.

And he did.

And then he said,

Lord, I am not worthy,

so forth and so on.

My conclusion about this story

is that alone,

among all humanity,

in all times and places,

only one person ever touched

the incorporeal body of God.

Thomas the doubter touched

because he doubted.

It was not necessary

that the believers

should be vouchsafed

to such a boon.

But the doubter

was awarded

the supreme

enlightenment.

Okay, so much for that.

So my thing has always been,

whether you present me

with a diet,

a social arrangement,

a society,

a sexual conundrum,

a work of art,

my criteria is,

is it shit

or is it shinola?

And I'm happy to give you

the benefit of my personal

life's experience

proceeding along those lines.

I want to talk about

what to my mind

is the quintessential

hallucinogen

and consequently

the quintessential

spiritual and magical tool

of this dimension.

And that is DMT,

dimethyltryptamine,

a compound that occurs

in the human nervous system.

It occurs in many, many plants.

It is the commonest

hallucinogen

in all of nature.

And I don't know

how you got

to where you are

this afternoon,

but the way I got here

is by testing

and by hoping

and by pursuing

a magical,

if that's the word,

a miraculous,

a transcendental ideal

that over the course

of life

experience

strips from you.

You know,

you have to get a job.

Your first love

is not your last love.

Slowly this pristine,

shining belief

in perfectibility

is eroded

by the slings and arrows

of outrageous fortune.

You know,

the dark oxen

that turn

the millstones

of the world.

But I'm here

to tell you

that it is real.

There is a doorway

into another dimension.

Aladdin's lamp

is real.

Fairyland

is real.

Magic

is real

in the most real sense.

in the same sense

that

what we call

reality

is real.

And I learned this

through this compound.

And one of the great

puzzles about

this compound

is why more people

don't know about it.

no no brotherhood

initiated me.

No lineage

reaching back

to the fall

of Atlantis

brought me

into its circle.

Therefore,

I feel

completely free

to say

anything I want.

Nobody has ever

come to me

and said

you are spilling

the beans.

You are telling

the secret.

a long long

time ago

and you know

we all have

different opinions

this is mine

I hope it

doesn't offend

but a long long

time ago

I took an oath

to tell

all secrets

that came

my way.

Don't tell me

a secret.

I won't keep it.

I'm against

secrets.

I'm against

hierarchies

lineages

all assumption

of special

knowledge

on the part

of anyone

in the presence

of anyone else

is abhorrent

to me.

I mean

I am a true

anarchist

first and foremost.

So

DMT

like all things

in this world

has a physical

body

a presence

and a presentation

in this case

it looks rather

like earwax

it is

orange

it is

crystalline

it smells

vaguely

of mothballs

and

for my money

it is

the lapis

the quintessence

the universal

panacea

at the end

of time

has

sent a reflection

back

through

the temporal

labyrinth

and wherever

this touches

wherever

this

can

crest

the mystery

is fully

present.

So

what is it

then?

Well

it is an

experience

and I maintain

it is the most

intense experience

you can have

this side

of the

yawning grave

without

doubt

I mean

people say

is it

dangerous?

Well

the answer

is

only if

you fear

death

by astonishment

yes

that's a

joke

here

it's not

a joke

there

because

you

you find

yourself

literally

holding

your heart

to verify

that you

have not

in fact

had a

coronary

thrombosis

induced

by wonder

terror

reverence

and astonishment

so

here it is

the quintessence

the orange

thing

the

it

was it

transponded

in from

our tourists

was it

handed down

through some

ancient

eldritch

brotherhood

that found

this secret

before the

pyramids

were built

who

can

say

whatever

it is

wherever

it comes

from

here's

what happens

when you

allow it

to pass

through

the blood

brain

barrier

of your

own

alchemical

vessel

which is

your body

the first

thing that

happens

is that

there is

a sense

as though

all the air

in the room

had been

sucked out

all the

colors

brighten

this is

that increase

in visual

acuity

that i

made so

much of

yesterday

all edges

become sharp

distant things

stand out

in their

clarity

this is

at one

toke

at two

tokes

you close

your eyes

you feel a sense

of anesthesia

seeping

through your

body

you close

your eyes

and you

see a

floral

pattern

rotating

in space

usually

yellow

orange

people

who do

this

occasionally

and nobody

does it

a lot

call it

the

chrysanthemum

it's a floral

pattern

like a pattern

in a

chinese

brocade

this forms

and stabilizes

and then

you either

break through

it

or you

require

one more

toke

and these

are matters

of physiology

of shamanic

intent

so forth

and so on

the leather

lunged

hash smokers

among us

have a leg

up in this

department

this is a

spiritual

discipline

where the

ability not

to cough

makes the

difference

between

shunyata

and you

know

try again

sam

so

you take

let us

assume

a third

toke

long and

slow

through a

glass

pipe

pure

you vaporize

this stuff

you don't

mix it

with weed

or oregano

or any of

that which

was done

in the

past

you want

the pure

stuff

and you

take it

in

and in

and there

is definitely

somewhere in

here

a threshold

which you

must

exceed

and when

you do

that

this

membrane

like thing

this chrysanthemum

will actually

part

and there

is a

sound

like the

crumpling

of a plastic

bread wrapper

or the

crackling

of flame

a friend

of mine

says

this is

the radio

intellect

of your

soul

exiting

through the

anterior

fontanelle

at the top

of your

head

could be

in any

case

this crackling

sound

and a

tone

a tone

a

and then

there's

this

impression

of

transition

and you're

now 20

seconds

deep

into this

experience

there's an

impression

of transition

there

it's as

though there

were a

series of

tunnels

or chambers

that you

are

tumbling

down

being

propelled

by some

kind of

muscle

behind you

that is

pushing you

I mean

yes

birth canal

yes

of course

but anyway

a tunnel

and what

I've noticed

about this

tunnel

is the

walls

and ceiling

flux

and come

down

to meet

each other

and where

they touch

they pull

apart

with a

and then

you're

propelled

into the

next

space

and then

the next

and then

the next

and there

is this

right

and then

you are

there

and this

is what

I want

to talk

to you

about

because

of all

communities

I

hope

perhaps

collectively

singly

someone

can

say

something

enlightening

about

this

then

you

are

there

and

where

is

there

it's

underground

how

you know

this

you cannot

say

but there

is an

irreconcilable

sense

of enormous

mass

surrounding

you

in other

words

you are

underground

you're

at the

center

of a

mountain

or

something

and

you're

in a

room

which

aficionados

call

the

dome

and

people

will

ask

each

other

did

you

see

the

dome

were

you

there

it's

softly

lit

indirectly

lit

and

the

walls

if such

they be

are

crawling

with

geometric

hallucinations

very brightly

colored

very

iridescent

with deep

sheens

and very

high

reflective

surfaces

everything

is

machine

like

and

polished

and

throbbing

with

energy

but

that

is

not

what

immediately

arrests

my

attention

what

arrests

my

attention

is

the

fact

that

this

space

is

inhabited

that

the

immediate

impression

as you

break

into

it

is

there

is

a

cheer

the

gnomes

have

learned

a new

way

to

say

who

you

break

in

to

this

space

and

are

immediately

swarmed

by

squeaking

self

transforming

elf

machines

these

things

which

and

sound

that

come

chirping

and

squealing

and

tumbling

toward

you

and

they

say

hooray

welcome

you're

here

and

in my

case

you

send

so

many

you

come

so

rarely

and

my

immediate

impression

no matter

how many

times

I do

this

and

I've

done

it

maybe

or 40

times

which

isn't

a lot

in a

lifetime

of

worshiping

it

my

immediate

impression

is

that

they

are

welcoming

there

is

something

going

on

which

I

over

the

years

come

to

call

love

l

u

v

not

light

utility

vehicle

but

love

that

is

not

like

eros

or

not

like

sexual

attraction

I

don't

know

what

it's

like

exactly

it's

almost

like

a

physical

thing

it's

like

a

glue

that

pours

out

into

this

space

and

my

immediate

impression

in there

is

I'm

appalled

I'm

appalled

at how

far

I've

come

and

one

of the

strange

things

about

DMT

is

that

it

does

not

you

they

depress

you

DMT

does

none

of

this

you

go

to

that

place

with

all

your

groceries

you're

there

and

you're

there

thinking

Jesus

H

fucking

Christ

what

is

this

what

is

it

and

there

because

and

you're

thinking

you know

I

must

be

dead

and

so

you

know

you

think

heart

yes

heart

pulse

yes

and meanwhile

these things

are literally

in your

face

and what

they do

is they

jump

into

your chest

and then

they jump

out

again

and what

they're

doing

and this

is the

point

I

singing

chanting

speaking

in

some

kind

of

language

that

is

very

bizarre

to

hear

but

what

is

far

more

important

is

that

you

can

see

it

they

speak

in

a

language

which

you

see

and

this

is

completely

confounding

because

syntax

is

not

something

you

ordinarily

reach

out

and

touch

and

in

this

space

that's

what's

happening

and

so

like

jeweled

self

dribbling

basketballs

these

things

come

running

forward

and

what

they

are

doing

with

this

visible

language

that

they

create

is

they're

making

gifts

they're

making

gifts

for

you

and

they

will

say

which

condenses

as

something

which looks

like a

cross

between

a

sop

with

camel

a

Havana

cigar

a piece

of

abalone

and

opal

and

nookie

and they

offer it

to you

and

you're

looking

at

this

thing

and

as

you

look

at

it

also

transforms

changes

speaks

sings

undergoes

metastasis

undergoes

metamorphosis

and

these

things

are

just

accumulating

and

each

elf

machine

creature

elbows

others

aside

says

look at

this

look at

this

take

this

choose

me

and

as

you

direct

your

attention

into

these

things

you

have

the

overwhelming

conviction

that

if

you

could

bring

a

single

one

of

these

objects

back

to

this

world

that

somehow

you

wouldn't

have to

say

anything

you

would

just

walk up

to

people

and

say

friend

and

people

say

oh

my

god

you

know

you

got

a piece

of

action

so

this

state

of

ecstatic

frenzy

and it's

it's like

a Bugs Bunny

cartoon

running

backwards

in cyberspace

or something

this

state

of

incredible

frenzy

goes on

for about

three minutes

and all

the time

the elves

are saying

don't

give way

to wonder

do not

abandon

yourself

to

amazement

pay

attention

pay

attention

look at

what we're

doing

look

at

what

we're

doing

and then

do it

and it's

this

thing

where then

everything

stops

and they

wait

and you

feel like

a torch

a spark

lit

in your

belly

that begins

to move

up

your

esophagus

and

eventually

when it

reaches

your mouth

just

flies open

and

this

language

like

stuff

comes

out

acoustically

it's

but what

you're

not

hearing

it

the

startled

friends

who

sent

you

to

this

place

are

putting

up

with

this

what

you're

experiencing

is a

visual

modality

where

these

tones

are

surfaces

shading

colors

insets

jewels

you are

making

something

erase

move

forward

add

cerulean

put in

stippling

it's that

sort of

thing

and

and they

go mad

with joy

when you

do this

and

then

you know

this goes on

for about

thirty seconds

and then

there is like

a ripple

through the

system

and you

realize

these two

continua

are being

pulled apart

and I

had one

trip

where

the

and often

it's very

erotic

although I'm

not sure

that's the

word

but it's

something

it's almost

like

sex is

the surface

of something

of which

this

is the

volume

and I'm

a great

fan of

sex

I don't

mean to

denigrate it

I mean to

raise DMT

to a very

high status

but it's

it's

astonishing

and one

trip

as the

pull away

maneuver

began

all the

elves

turned

simultaneously

and looked

at me

and said

deja vu

so

this

is

an

experience

which

in some

form

I mean

it will

be different

for each

one of

you

but in

some

form

at least

what will

be similar

to my

description

is how

dramatic

it will

be

it will

hit you

as hard

as it

hit me

if you

do it

right

this

to me

this

experience

is of a

fundamentally

different

order

than any

other

experience

this side

of the

yawning

grave

and why

religions

have not

been built

around it

why

empires

have not

risen

and fallen

around the

control

of its

sources

why

theology

has not

enshrined

it as

its central

exhibit

for the

presence

of the

other

in the

human

world

I

don't

know

I

can tell

the

secret

as you

notice

nothing

shuts

me

up

but

why

this

is not

four inch

headlines

on every

newspaper

on the

planet

I

cannot

understand

because

I don't

know what

news

you were

waiting

for

but

this

is

the

news

that

I

was

waiting

for

it's

an

incredible

challenge

to

human

understanding

to try

and make

sense

of this

and I

started

out

you know

reading

Jung

doing

my

Hindu

you know

getting up

to speed

with all

that

studying

Zen

Buddhism

studying

Shamanism

the thing

that puzzles

me about

DMT

is

the trace

there is

of it

in the

human

world

I

can't

point

to a

period

in European

art

or the

art

of some

group

of

islanders

somewhere

and say

that is

very much

like

DMT

it isn't

and yet

the DMT

thing

is

it's like

an avalanche

of orgasmic

beauty

but a

certain

kind

of beauty

the only

words

that I

can find

for the

kind

of beauty

that it

is

bizarre

alien

outlandish

outré

freaky

and at the

very edge

of what

the human

mind

seems to

be able

to hold

well where

is this

coming from

and what

is

happening

and this

is what

I like

to discuss

with people

such as

yourselves

who have

wide

experience

in the

world

and in

the realms

of

the unseen

this has

to be

taken

seriously

in other

words

the

it's only

a

hallucination

thing

that

horseshit

is just

passe

I mean

reality

is only

a hallucination

for crying

out loud

haven't you

heard

so that

takes care

of that

it's only

a hallucination

what we've

got here

folks

is an

intelligent

entelechy

of some

sort

that is

frantic

to communicate

with human

beings

for some

reason

and

the

possibilities

can be

logically

enumerated

I mean

what we've

got here

is either

this is an

extraterrestrial

you know

evolved in

around a

different

star

possibly

with a

different

biology

may not

even be

made of

matter

came across

an enormous

distance

sometime

maybe long

ago

has some

agenda

which we

may or

may not

be able

to

conceive

of

this is

it

the real

thing

as the

little

girl

said

in

poltergeist

they're

here

so that's

one possibility

that's

just

one

possibility

and

I

present

these

without

judgment

because

I'm

not

sure

if

an

extraterrestrial

wanted to

interact

with the

human

society

and it

had

ethics

that

forbade

it

from

landing

trillion ton

beryllium

ships

and the

united

nations

plaza

in other

words

if it

were

subtle

I

can

see

hiding

yourself

inside

a

shamanic

intoxication

you would

say

let's

analyze

these

people

okay

they're

kind of

hard-headed

rationalists

except

they have

this

phenomenon

called

getting

loaded

and

when

they

talk

to

them

from

there

and

they'll

never

realize

that

we're

of a

different

status

than

pink

elephants

okay

that's

one

possibility

now

another

possibility

is

that

this is

not

about

extraterrestrials

flight

and

enormous

technologies

and

distant

homelands

that

and

this is

maybe

that

there

is

a

parallel

continuum

nearby

essentially

right

here

and

call

it

fairyland

call

it

the

western

realm

whatever

you like

but

you

don't

go

there

in

starships

you

go

there

through

magical

doorways

which

are

opened

via

ritual

and

things

like

that

is

a

possibility

as

or

in

all

times

and

places

except

western

europe

for

the

last

years

has

insisted

that

these

parallel

domains

of

intelligence

and

organization

exist

there is

a third

possibility

which

I

leave it

to you

to decide

whether

this is

the more

conservative

position

or

the more

radical

position

and

I

reached

this

reluctantly

and

I'm

not

sure

this

is

my

position

but

these

things

have

a

weird

these

tykes

as I

call

them

these

self

transforming

machine

elves

these

syntactical

homunculi

have

a

very

weird

relationship

to

human

beings

first

of

all

they

love

us

they

care

for

some

reason

whoever

and

whatever

they

are

they're

far

more

aware

of

us

than

we

are

aware

of

them

I

mean

witness

the

fact

that

they

welcome

me

so

is

it

possible

that

at the

end

of the

20th

century

at

the

end

of

years

of

materialism

reductionism

positivism

what

we're

about

to

discover

is

probably

the

least

likely

denouement

any

of

us

expected

out

of

our

dilemma

what

we're

about

to

discover

is

that

death

has

no

sting

that

what

you

penetrate

on

DMT

is

an

ecology

of

human

souls

in

another

dimension

of

adolescence

and

early

adulthood

getting

free

from

catholicism

and its

assumptions

and

I

never

imagined

that

a thorough

exploration

of life's

mysteries

would lead

to the

conclusion

that

in fact

this is

but a

prelude

we are

in a

very

tiny

womb

of

some

sort

our

lives

are

gestations

and

this

is

not

where

we

are

destined

to

unfold

ourselves

into

what it

means

to be

human

this

is

some

kind

of

a

metamorphic

stage

like

the

pupa

of

a

butterfly

and

so

this

is

deep

water

because

you

know

we

are

fairly

agitated

over

the

fact

that

we

fear

the

planet

is

dying

and

us

with

it

this

stuff

raises

the

know

what

dying

is

therefore

it's

very

uncertain

exactly

what

sort

of

an

attitude

we

should

take

to

it

and

as

I

say

I

am

not

advocating

a

position

mysteries

are

not

unsolved

problems

they

are

mysteries

when

you

stand

naked

in

enjoy

talking

to

people

about

this

because

I

think

that

the

human

body

the

human

mind

these

are

tools

for

the

soul

to

use

in

the

effort

to

unlock

its

meaning

and

its

destiny

and

millions

of

people

perhaps

billions

of

people

have

gone

to

the

grave

without

knowing

that

this

is

possible

this

experience

that

I've

just

described

to

you

and

it's

perfectly

harmless

I mean

I

think

that

if

science

would

back

out

of

politics

and

do

its

work

we

could

establish

that

DMT

is

the

most

harmless

the

safest

of

all

hallucinogens

the

naturally

in

the

human

brain

is

the

first

clue

to

its

the

fact

that

it's

benign

the

second

clue

is

the

fact

that

it

only

lasts

to

minutes

what

that

means

to

a

pharmacologist

is

the

body

perfectly

understands

what

to do

with

this

compound

you

take

a hit

of

DMT

and

your

body

says

oh

I

activate

deanimation

cycle

activate

demethylation

cycle

activate

it

knows

what

to

do

and

so

within

minutes

you're

down

a

drug

that

you

take

and

hours

later

you're

lying

around

in

warm

baths

and

refusing

telephone

calls

is

a

drug

you

shouldn't

have

taken

because

it's

hitting you

too

hard

that's

not

clean

it's

not

smooth

DMT

the

most

powerful

hallucinogen

known

to

man

and

science

clears

your

system

in

minutes

I

mean

you're

so

down

you

can't

you

don't

have

a

small

headache

or

need

to

take

a

nap

or

anything

you're

ready

to

do

phone

calls

so

how

can

it

be

then

that

a

compound

which

each

of

us

carries

right

here

right

in

the

pineal

gland

right

in

the

Ajna

chakra

the

philosopher's

stone

is

no

further

away

than

that

how

can

this

be

secret

from

us

how

can

we

be

trapped

in

a

dimension

of

such

limitation

and

such

mundane

when

our

own

nervous

systems

and

the

ecology

around

us

and

our

own

history

over the

past

half

million

years

argues

that

this

is

what

we

were

born

and

bred

for

this

is

where

we

belong

this

is

what

at

play

in

the

fields

of

if

at

best

a

piece

of

secret

knowledge

jealously

guarded

by

somebody

I mean

I don't

know

there are

lots

of

mystery

cults

and

secret

societies

in the

world

I don't

know

if

any

of

them

are

guarding

DMT

as

a

secret

I

may

be

so

no

one

told

me

to

keep

my

you

know

and

love

the

Argentine

surrealist

writer

Jorge

Luis

Borges

well

Borges

has

a

book

I

believe

it's

called

Labyrinths

and

in

Labyrinths

there

is

a

short

story

called

The

Sect

of

the

Phoenix

and

it

says

there

is

a

sacrament

older

than

mankind

the

sectarians

have

been

the

victims

of

every

persecution

in

history

and

the

sectarians

have

been

the

purveyors

of

every

persecution

in

history

these

sectarians

are not

identifiable

by

race

or

place

or

language

or

time

to the

adept

the mystery

appears

ridiculous

yet

they do

not

speak

of it

one

child

can

initiate

another

it

is

orange

ruins

our

propitious

places

do it

in the

moonlight

in the

thresholds

of

buildings

and that's

all that's

said

it's a page

and a

half

and it

suggests

and

see

here's

the

thing

I mean

I am

not

as

articulate

on this

subject

as I wish

I could

be

if this

is not

the secret

that these

lineages

are guarding

then they're

guarding

an empty

house

this is

the secret

it is

it cannot

be

anything else

it is

the neoplatonic

one

it is

the transubstantium

object

the panis

supersubstantialis

of the

alchemists

and

it's

and

I'm not

saying

that people

have known

about this

for a long

time

DMT is

in many

plants

as I

said

but spread

very thinly

and

we don't

have

historical

records

of anyone

ever

concentrating

it

I've

done

the

DMT

plant

preparations

of the

Amazon

the

snuffs

and

the

ayahuasca

and

on

ayahuasca

if it is

heavily

laced

with the

DMT

containing

plant

after

hours

of

breath

work

and

drumming

alone

in the

jungle

you can

begin

to

open

it up

to the

place

the DMT

will carry

you to

in 45

seconds

in an

Upper East

Side

apartment

whether

you like

it

or not

you like

or not

you like

to

die

or not

you like

to

hear

your

language

I'm

to

you like

to

you like

to

see

the

and

you like

to

see