True Hallucinations

This is me sitting in a hut in the upper Pujamaya Basin of Kamasari, Amazonas, Colombia, 1971, age 22, with graph paper in front of me.

I am not a mathematician and never showed great talent for precise and formal thinking.

As a result of a series of very peculiar experiences in the Amazon many, many years ago, which are described in true hallucinations.

True hallucinations. Behind us, the unknown. Before us, the secret.

The basic assumption upon which all science rests is the idea that time is invariant.

That if you must picture time, you must picture it as an absolutely feature plane.

No love affair, no war, no economic collapse, no domestic spat, is ever like any other.

In our experience, each moment has the property of uniqueness.

But science, in order to modify the time, will not be able to do so.

Science, in order to modify the time, will not be able to do so.

its cosmos has to deny this and create the myth of pure duration. How do things

come into existence? And how do they maintain themselves? And how do they

disappear? And what is the unfolding of the world as we experience it?

I'm Dennis McKenna, Terence McKenna's younger brother. We pursued the odd and bizarre

in nature for many years. His approach has been very speculative and metaphysical.

The thing that is critical here and why all governments are nervous in the

presence of it is the psychedelic experience in the environment of

youth culture and technology. It just is, it's a dagger pointed at the heart of

the old

discredited and defunct cultural style.

Your honor, as you can see from this film footage, it wasn't our fault.

I mean everybody knows there's something wrong with the world and if you read

left-wing politicians or deconstructionists or thoughtful historians,

they will offer thoughtful critiques of our situation. But the question is, you

know, the Tolstoy

question, what is to be done? I think we should try to become examples for each

other and learn from each other. And you know it's a matter of turning off to

mainstream values, turning on to the new communications technology, turning on

to shamanism, traditional shamanism, its techniques, its communities, and

and

dematerializing our culture.

Neuro-cybernetic globalized tribe. Creative dreaming in the presence of

technology is a place where, haunted by genies, you know, genies that will wrap

you in the in the blanket of their mysterium and lead you forward.

March forth humanity to greet a new dawn as you slid and swat the

world.

Crawled and walked down the spiral chains of evolutionary metamorphosis to your final

awakening. For this is the day when you will sleep no more.

The pre-created, post-industrial, constipated, existential, prosthesis-divided creature that

we are is going to crack its exoskeleton and the new primitive is going to be born.

And the new primitive is going to be born.

And the new primitive is going to walk out.

With black contact lenses implanted in the eyelids, menus hanging in space,

able to access vast three dimensional simulacrums of imaginary realities, but basically living

a close to hunter-gatherer lifestyle in very small localized human communities with very

focused,

ecological and land-based concerns in the three-dimensional surround and all

all artificiality will be virtual. Every iota of ambiguity that leaves the

communication enterprise makes brings us closer together. I mean our whole task is

to make ourselves understood and to understand others as they wish to be

understood, not as we wish to understand them.