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For several weeks I had cast my mind forward in anticipation of what might
lie in store for S and I on this trek. I had anticipated long walkabouts
into the virginal wilderness of Britain and, ultimately, our careful and
tentative experimentation with psilocybin.
All being well, we would likely be employing this entheogenic agent so
as to instigate profound states of consciousness wherein reality would
become so altered (and yet so natural) so as to baffle the brains of perhaps
the greatest thinkers and feelers of our time.
We spent our first day and night in Chester before heading on towards
Northern Snowdonia the
following day. That first day I had to enrol at Chester College. No-one
takes you seriously in life unless you have "played the game"
by memorizing all that is ostensibly known of the world of appearances.
My enrolment / induction took one full morning and half of one afternoon
to complete, after which we headed off at leisure towards Conwy and the
Welsh coast....
The weather was guaranteed (100% or your money back sir) to be
dry and hot and balmy and perfect for the trek, and thus I took my big
coat with me. You see, I remember cycling home at 4am during the infamous
British hurricane of 1987, having only a dynamo light to illuminate my
path, and having constantly to stop for fallen trees and advertising billboards
which were strewn across the road; all because the weather was definitely
going to be fine that night in England....
A change of trains at Llandudno Junction, and the link was right
there waiting for us. This train took us straight to where we were heading
- all for just £12 return. Llanfairfechan station was quite unimpressive,
with an A road running alongside the track, but, on the other hand, one
could see Puffin Island and Traeth Lafan (the Lavan Sands nature reserve)
to the North-West. And then, after a not very long walk, we were in wilderness
terrain and within sight of Aber Falls, one of the largest and most impressive
waterfalls in the UK.
We arrived at approximately 8pm, which was pushing it a bit, and
so S went scouting for a camp site while I stayed to guard the
rucksacks, all the time moving randomly to avoid being plagued by midges.
This quickly became tiring. It was getting dark, and we still hadn't set
up camp. S informed me later that he had actually run in order
to find a place. We had just managed to catch the last moments of daylight
before being forced to camp on Lordy knows what sort of ground. Apart
from this, there were no hassles or pressures; there were no codes to
observe, no routines to follow and no people to cope with: in short it
was, as it were, almost a doddle....
We shared the campsite with
a large uprooted tree. It had played host for some kind of parasitic vine
- entangling, and probably strangling it while alive, and it was now very
much in the grip of decay and hard to identify. At a rough guess, the
tree had probably fallen during the aforementioned hurricane (circa 1987)
or shortly after. Like the many other fallen trees that exist strewn across
the UK, this was a kind of natural memory, testifying to turbulent events
of times past.
These two, the tree and the vine, produced a very strong impression on
both S and I, and they could, at least for me, be seen as
main characters in the events which unfolded over the next three fires;
supplying us with all the fuel we could possibly wish for; insights into
the mycological and bacterial breakdown of living matter; and just an
out and out fantastic ornament in the corner of what S called "his
front room." It was a Shamanic Beast and part of the Whole - even in death. What
is more, there was an eye on the trunk which faced us constantly, and
which never blinked or batted an eyelid. What is it like to be a tree!?
We spotted one or two fungi that same day. This was perhaps the
first time I had ever seen one in it's own natural setting and with conviction
that it was a semilanceata
and not an impostor. Strange how the root stains blue when bruised.
That first night around the fire, the sound of rushing water in
the not-so-distance inspired us to talk of many things close to our hearts
e.g. partners of the 'opposite' sex - stressing the word opposite. I said
that, in all probability, opposite means exactly opposite, and for this
reason men and women will never fully understand one other. Opposites
attract, and their interrelationships are life, but they remain opposites:
"Apart from rarefied individuals,
atoms need to share electrons with other atoms in order to achieve and
maintain stability. Everything is an atom in relation to scale,
and people are atoms of a greater whole. Protons, neutrons and electrons
are analogous to essence, knowledge and personality respectively, and
people seek knowledge as a means to self-stability. This is acquired
by borrowing personality (sharing memes) from one another. Atoms either
lose or gain electrons to and from compatible atoms, developing a slight
positive or negative electrical charge as they do, and this is comparable
to a stereotypical coupling in human society. All either attracts or
repels according to it's nature."
As John Ivanovitch Lennon said,
"all you need is love": not physical love - which is slavery,
or emotional love which evokes the opposite, but conscious love which
evokes the same in response.
But, at that moment in time I was more interested to know how it is possible
to experience a higher degree of perception of pattern only to forget
what was seen afterwards? Why can't the human brain recall these profoundly
altered states induced by entheogenic agents like psilocybin?
It is so relaxing to awaken in the thick of a forest. Meeting with
absolute calmness and serenity from the instant you unzip your tent sets
you up for the day. We packed some food stuff, and set off toward Llyn
Anafon Lake. On the way we happened to be hindering the herding of several
hundred sheep coming downhill towards us - either to be slaughtered or
to be sheered - and all we could do was to stand to one side of the narrow
country lanes as the sheep timidly 'leapt past'.
Do animals suffer?
S thought and hoped not.
When faced with being cornered a sheep will typically eat grass as an
escape mechanism. This seems to suggest that sheep cope with stress and
hardship in similar ways to us i.e.: by reaching for a cigarette. This
was an excellent opportunity to observe 'two-brained beings' in their
essential behaviour. One in 20 of the sheep managed to pluck up enough
courage to pass us by, and a section of the herd followed suit. But, as
was typical, one in 4 of those leading the way stopped and reverted to
eating at the thought of the ordeal; the rest stood and look on helplessly.
Occasionally, one of those at the front would discover an alternative
route, bypassing us completely, and would chance it's way across perilous
terrain followed only by other sheep. Two-brained beings are analogous
to a horse and carriage - minus the driver (the carriage being the body,
and the horses being the emotions). It is easy to visualize life as a
sheep. Man is a sheep with the added possibility of reasoning. To complete
the analogy, there is also a passenger (a soul), but Gurdjieff insisted
that the passenger will only accept a ride once the driver has awakened
from sleep, harnessed and groomed the horses, oiled the wheels of the
carriage and learned a language by which a direction can be agreed upon....
Eventually, time pressing, S pointed out that the sheep
were now governing our behaviour, and so we carried on up hill. At this,
the remaining sheep turned and started back up the hill which they had
only just come down from! All of this because of fear and timidity. On
one level, man is also a two-brained being although, again by analogy,
man has a driver to steer the horses - and yet the driver is prone to
sleeping on the job - leaving the horses to go where they feel. Indeed,
we do not realize how much of our life is dominated by mechanical likes
and dislikes - especially when making acquaintances.
Having gone through all of that, we never reached the Lake, and so we
returned to the Falls for a close-up view of this natural, powerful phenomena.
As usual, there was a pretty
girl nearby - pretty enough to send the average male into an imaginary
scenario. S, in jocular mode, and with a contrived yet humorous
Scottish Glen-Dwelling-Wisened-Old-Man accent, thought to approach the
girl for emergency sensation aid. Men of the moment, but not always in
the moment. Sexual attraction exerts a very powerful influence, and recent
studies have shown how 'falling in love' inhibits production of the neurotransmitter
serotonin with an over-all effect similar to that of a psychotic fixation.
Such is the powerful mechanism underlying male and female sexual attraction...
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All this time S
was gathering more mushrooms just a few feet away. I was in real doubt
as to whether I needed to take any more mushrooms even though I hadn't
actually ingested any on this trek yet. Life, on the one hand, seemed
pretty clear at that moment, and yet, on the other hand, I was unsure
of myself, my identity, my life and my mind. I had to look away from the
falls before the feeling became too intense. I tried to tell S
all about it. I did not mention the possibility that I would not be taking
any more mushrooms for a while as it would have been a big disappointment
to him to have to 'go it alone'. So, I joined S in looking for
more of these mysterious little fungi among the grassy verges of Aber
Falls. I found a further 45 Psilocybe
Semilanceata.
Back at my tent, I thought about the 'flashback' and why I had been so disturbed
by what I felt and saw, and why it had altered my plans for the immediate
future. Fear is a mighty powerful emotion. One can sympathize fully with
the leaping sheep and respect the bravery of the one able to pluck up
enough courage to surpass it's own nature and to pass the obstacle between
itself and destiny. At this point S, with a tone of voice indicative
of similar questions, boldly exclaimed that we should, or in theory could,
take mushrooms a little earlier than usual so as to experience daylight
turning into nightfall. To this I suggested 8pm - to which he agreed.
This allowed for 30 minutes of sunlight before the sun's rays vanished....
I ate 50 fresh mushrooms, gagging
several times on the longer stems. No pain no gain - right? They don't
taste bad, in fact they taste very much like the mushrooms cultivated
for supermarket mass consumption - just a little earthier and raw, and
reminiscent of petunia oil. With that immense sequence of the ritual over,
I made myself a strong, sweet coffee and took it outside with me.
Almost
immediately
there followed a chemical experience of a hyperspatial nature
 S
and I could not help but notice
a very strange diffuse light now pervading the forest. S laid flat
on the floor with his arms outstretched like a lazy crucifix while I sipped
at my coffee and wondered where to sit and where to 'be' for the best.
Again I wondered whether experiences of reality - either normal or psychedelic
- are not in many ways unique to each person, and that S was feeling
something quite different from me - and I from him. S said "these
are strong mushrooms." Within minutes ALL had changed and yet nothing
had changed - just our "organ of perception" that had, in some
subtle way, detected hues, tones and patterns hitherto unobserved. But
this doesn't explain the now 'sacred feel' to the forest - as though some
great and all-powerful spirit of the underworld were about to materialize
before us, of course not literally... or maybe so.
Celtic knots convey a similar feeling
and sense of awe, although their impact on the psyche is limited by a
shabby-normal state of awareness. S was undecided whether to light
the camp fire now or later, but was literally spellbound by the complexity
of the patterning of the ash remaining from the previous night's fire,
and he sat there for fully 5 minutes studying it like he had discovered
some great secret unknown to science.
There are strange heiroglyphic-like markings and engravings everywhere
and on everything, but...
"...we are not seeing
anything that is not already there; remaining obscured only until our
psychological and perceptual limitations are surpassed or bypassed..."
The senses
are incapable of perceiving the full possible spectrum of radiation's
affecting them, and lifelong exposure to a phenomenon only serves to 'deaden
the senses' all the more to a point where very little information is extracted
from the impressions of things without giving much attention. By
analogy, attention is a very magnetic property and is therefore easily
attracted to things often of little import. It takes much energy to stop
attention from sticking to every passing thought, feeling and sensation,
and to choreograph their participation into a heightened perception of
the living moment; energy which we simply do not have. This is not the
case whilst bemushroomed.
I laughed,
and I sat down against another fallen tree facing 'the Shamanic Beast
with 'one eye wide'. The
tree appears all the more real now. It has taken on what can only
be described as 'alienesque qualities' in the sense that it's bark, it's
shape and it's eye, resemble some kind of living thing from another world.
But, of course, it really is a living thing from another world: the plant
kingdom. It is the consciousness of the mushroom, literally unblocking
the tubes of the mind, which has afforded me these subtle differences
in inter-species awareness. "What it is to be a tree," is comprehensible
once you realize that it is environmentally cognitive and yet devoid of
individualized movement - save towards sources of nourishment. It is concerned
solely with growth on those planes allotted to it, and it's entelechy
is an outward growth and flowering in space-time whereas ours is an inward
growth in eternity. "I don't know !" Many times S and
I simply exclaim these words after every passing idea or new impression."
Again,"I don't know !"
All of these new impressions are screaming for the synthesis of a new
model of the universe!
S is seeing the Shamanic tree
(and the moment) as a slice-in-time - a cross section in which, by decay,
the tree is reverting back to it's constituent chemical and biological
makeup aided by the myriad insects and fungi decomposing it. Wood lice
and spiders adorn the entire tree en masse, and the fruiting bodies of
the main fungus breaking down the tree are strange, black, rock-hard and
plastic-looking. But all of this misses the mark a little. Something has
changed: RADICALLY. So big a change in so little a time....
Perception has now become apperception;
thought has now become mentation; words have now become a trap. Everything
is now radically altered and yet nothing is any different from 5 minutes
ago. Mentioned somewhere in the bible is an account of 'Jesus coming back'
only to find his disciples sleeping; not just sleeping but unaware; not
just unaware but hyper-attentively non-existent by default: unconscious.
During the 'tuning-in' process which seems to mark the onset of the psilocybin
experience, I was unsure of my own consciousness - of what constituted
'me' and of what constituted 'not me'. There seemed to be nothing but
a flux of associations and sensations, and a struggle to hold on to something
familiar. Later I realized that this is my everyday state and that usually
I do not see this psychic condition anywhere near as clearly. Where normally
there is an effort required to see this inner state - having learned of
it from books and from others - here and now there would be an effort
required not to see it.
 Consciousness is baffling.
It is generally outside of our control just as the weather is outside
of our control. It comes and goes according to it's own pattern which
is recondite and perhaps an emergent property of the fully functioning
self. On a day to day basis, we can only strive to recognize subtle changes
in the quality of consciousness and to influence inner conditions in its
favour. Such are alarm clocks, attempts at seeing oneself by dividing
the attention between the causative external environment and reactive
inner environment - or self, and non-identification (not giving a feeling
of 'I' to succeeding states of self - to remain above states). However,
no amount of divided attention can produce the state achieved by way of
these "visionary alkaloids".
Our thoughts turned to the super-organism
that is Human Society collectively, to the inevitable pollution that such
a novel concretion must produce, and to Man's reckless insensitivity towards
Nature. By definition, all living things must generate waste products.
In Nature, what is waste for one species is food for another. Simply by
returning to the place where yesterday my faeces evacuated my intestines,
and finding it covered with insects hungry for the many nutrients still
remaining in the partially digested foodstuff, is proof of this. But,
man alone produces non-biodegradable products which are food for no other
organism. He does this knowingly (sic) !? Plastic is just one example
of many.
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despite international attempts to control rising levels, and it follows
that "in order for man to produce waste products which are out
of keep with the natural order he himself must be out of keep with
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S cited the need for an Archaic
Revival in order to re-establish a more sensitive global equilibrium,
but I could see the impossibility of that happening. The world is 'as
it is' because it can be no different. Man has allowed an immensely complex
infrastructure centring on 'wants and needs' to build up around him, the
habitual running of which is now indispensable to everyday life. We are
talking here of a global-social conditioning which allows vast quantities
of goods to be shuffled from far and wide in order to meet the wants and
needs of its component parts. No roads equals not enough food in the markets;
not enough food in the markets equals mass hunger. Imagine a world where
6 billion people needed food from an indefinite, unreliable source every
day. Cars are indispensable, so the answer has to be moderation. Have
a car, but use it conscientiously. Use plastics in industry only for products
which can be made of nothing else. Do we really need throw away lighters
when for 10 cents more they could be made refillable? Plastic milk cartons
are reusable if we could only just make a little less profit in their
production. A classic example of needless waste is the PC CD. Using today's
technology, all PC CD's could be manufactured as re-writable because the
software written on them dates so quickly, and the shelf is full with
outdated waste CD's within 1-2 years of their purchase. The extra cost
is negligible because they are reusable - no? Man is so clever but he
is so blind, so greeeeedy...
By analogy, if the stomach were to
produce too much hydrochloric acid, essential as it is, the entire organism
would be diagnosed as defective in some way, and medical intervention
would be essential. Only illness would make the stomach do this. The stomach
may imagine that the excess acid helps it to do its job more quickly,
but it is shamefully unaware of the impact on the organism as a functioning
whole, and man is now in such a relationship to life. I sincerely wish
there were no need to formulate such trivial analogies.
On the subject of hunger or thirst, and there
was no needing or wanting of anything throughout the first 1-2 hours of
the mushroom experience. The physical body, which is usually active and
constantly in demand of gratification, is rendered subordinately passive
in relation to the self. All thoughts of bodily needs and comforts disappear
entirely even though one is acutely aware of the organism which underlies
the essential processes of thought, feeling and sensation. Manna from
Heaven. The experience is very much like that of the King of the Moon
in Terry Gillian's epic 'The Adventures of Baron Munchausen', whereby
the head is set free to explore and govern the higher realms. A man cannot
lift himself up to this state by the collar, and so other methods can
only serve to demonstrate, relatively, an inability to awaken at will.
Once a person knows the way, has eaten from that table, has spent a day
ahead of himself, other methods become an informed exercise of will.
Will is not given to a person by any means
other than by effort, and needless to say the mushrooms cannot give will.
Mushrooms allow only a radical viewpoint unobtainable without will and
ability. To S, will is an 'uncaused force' - being caused
by nothing but itself.
Will was central to S on this trek
because he has been, as he would say, "wrestling with the tobacco
plant". He showed signs of weakening on several occasions, but he
never gave in; adding that, "my decision is set in stone, and now,
having made an inner oath to free meself from the full-Nelson stranglehold
of smoking, a return to such an insidious habit is utterly impossible!".
He added that "perhaps the one good thing that the tobacco plant
offers Man is the chance to acquire real will by 'kicking it".
FAQs on Nicotine >Nicotine
remains for up to 45 minutes in the bloodstream, after which it
is filtered out by the liver, and it's mildly sedative effects
wear off causing a person to reach for yet another cigarette.
There is no such decision to have a cigarette, only an inability
to refuse one. Try it and see. Picture the repetitious craving
in terms of a frequency of intoxication in which the phenotype
of the tobacco drug is seeking to sustain a maximum presence within
it's global environment :-
"A packet of cigarettes can be seen as an indirect fruiting
of the genus Nicotiana - the tobacco plant; a very cunning survival
tactic utilizing man's inherent weakness as a means to ensure
it's survival."
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Stopping smoking leaves a vacuum
which nature will abhor, and S was wont to eat more than I had
seen him eat before now. "Whatever helps your aim is good, and whatever
hinders your aim is bad" and, in this sense, I cannot imagine S
becoming obese by accident. We talked about Gurdjieff being a noted chain-smoker,
and whether he was using this as a method to elucidate and understand
how helpless addiction can occur in other such unfortunates. But, S
was adamant that Gurdjieff was unaware of the real nature of nicotine
- stating that it is only within the past few decades that nicotine addiction
has been linked with cancer, and that the scientific evidence is therefore
'post-G'. He also concluded
that Gurdjieff was personally unaware of the effects of
psilocbyin on the human psyche - as too was J.G.Bennett. Both obviously
knew of certain sacred plants, but neither - as far as we know - knew
of, and tasted, free growing psilocybin.
Returning to the thought of
my earlier flashback at the waterfall, I mentioned to S that, in
all certainty, I had to return there tonight in order to understand what
had happened, and that this was perhaps the attractor point of the trek
- at least for me. This adrenaline-charged idea was kicked around awhile,
but both of us admitted that there is a difference between adventure and
lunacy (the waterfall was about half a mile away, through thick woods,
and it was pitch dark by this point).
I made myself a coffee, and we both
explored the immediate area a little more by torch light - particularly
the Shamanic Tree. The idea of returning to the waterfall came around
again, only now it was a little after midnight. We both had torches, but
the spare batteries were already in use and even these were showing signs
of dimunition. There was another night to go before returning to the city.
S noted that it would be easy to reach the waterfall simply by
following the nearby river to it's source. I was more concerned at finding
the tents on our return. Even though we were camped within sight of the
river, we might easily pass camp on the way back and be lost in the dark.
This was no real problem seeing how it wasn't cold or raining - but...
We decided to build the fire to a safe maximum and to leave the radio
playing to act as a homing beacon on our return. This was good thinking.
I grabbed my coat, and we set off. S led the way.
This stage of the trip can only
be described as ecstasy! There is an immense feeling of well being, feelings
of empathy with life and self, and an acute interest in everything. Once
this stage has settled into place, one finds it hard to believe that it
can possibly leave again. Verbally, I promised myself that I would remember
this state and that I would remember it's implications.
"All
that I am I can be. All that I am I can see.
All that is mine is in my hands; so to myself I call.
"There's somewhere else I should be. There's someone else I can
see.
There's something else I can find; it's only up to me.
* Lyrics
from 'A Brand New Start' by Paul Weller.
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We came across what
S called a spider-city - an insect skyscraper in the shape of a
gorse bush: fractally symmetrical, and as perfect an example of Natural
Intelligence as one could find. The gorse bush, due to its thorny scaffolding,
could have been designed specifically for the implementation of spider
webbing.
Eight-legged insectile organisms lie patiently
in the dead-centre of a finely woven silk netting (a highly complex structural
protein produced by the organism itself, and which can span up to 20m
or more in length), simply waiting for edible, gravity-defying, winged
micro-machines with hexagonal eyes called flies to land and become entangled
in the struggle to survive for no given reason other than to survive;
in vivid colour too. There were two relatively conscious entities looking
on; beings endowed with the ability of self-awareness - a rare property
unique to them alone, and yet needing a catalyst in order to surface from
the many background noises issuing from the cortex (an accidentally forming
array of atoms found within the skull). "Jesus Mother of Mary"
thought the taller of the two beings, "this is just too much - show
me more..."And so they walked towards what is called a 'waterfall'
- whereby an invisible force called gravity pulls countless billions of
covalently bonded oxygen and hydrogen molecules rapidly to ground level
cohesion over the course of millennia.
We forget that we are still learning, and yet we wrote purpose out of
the equation long ago.
"A scientist is only
a scientist while in the process of learning; other times they are but
an ageing record. Likewise, the eminence of a scientist can be measured
by the length of time they hold up progress in their discipline."
Is it simply man's inability
to feel empathy? Does empathy need to be encouraged - provoked
even? We stood observing this miraculous botanical and insectile assembly
for quite some time, and I was quite happy to remain here for the rest
of the night but for the probable attractor point of the second waterfall
encounter. Heck! and all this simply by acquiring, as Ouspensky may well
have hinted, substances from without.
No doubt there are some who
will expect a fantastic ending to this trek i.e.: of hallucinatory heaven
and trips 'out of this world'. This is not the case. IMO, the fantasticality
is exaggerated only by those who have never experienced psychedelics.
The only fantastic quality of the psilocybin experience is that it opens
your eyes to self and nature - nothing more - which is miraculous in itself
considering how 15 years of effort cannot achieve the same result. It's
value, then, for me, lies in the insight it affords into sides of myself
which remain hidden by default. Some people cannot 'hack' seeing themselves
warts 'n' all, and steer as clear as possible from anything which might
reveal their inner ineptitude. Negative emotion seems ludicrous from this
heightened 3rd person perspective, although it arises all the same - usually
when physically stressed or when receiving criticism. Now, struggling
not to express negative emotion seems more like keeping the lid on a Jack-in-the-box
once the latch has been teased from the outside. Jack, as he is now known,
is a completely useless, often dangerous, fool who pops up whenever there
is a lesson in common sense to be relearned. Jack lives in everyone, and
he acts on our behalf by proxy.
 Needless to say the
waterfall was beyond words. By torch light alone we climbed over the gigantic
slippery rocks to where we could get a better view. This perilous act
brought to mind the album cover of:
The weather pattern was very
unusual for 2am of an early September morning, and there was a pleasant
warm breeze created by the waterfall itself. S and I
sat here for a while quietly taking in the spectacle. "I shone
my torch into the turbulent waters, and was surprised at the extreme power
of my beam - it almost illuminated the top."
Water is a fascinating invention - able to exist in a solid, a liquid
and a gaseous state simultaneously at precisely 0.01deg.c - called the
triple point by scientists the world over. If it were not for this
one special quality of water life would perhaps not exist at all. If you
could just bear this in mind from now on...
The symbolic meaning of the flashback
did not reveal itself to me a second time, but neither did the sheepish
fear. It is probable that the message in the flashback was quite simply
'observe your fear of the unknown'. Since this message covers my entire
future in all of it's mysteriously hidden aspects, it is quite an important
lesson to learn.
By the time we got back
to camp the fire had died, and only the radio saved the day. Half
of one mile is a very long trek in the dark and, although the river was
a perfect guide, nothing looked familiar going the other way. S
challenged me to make a cup of tea unaided on return - which is no mean
feat whilst bemushroomed because everything is so interesting as to be
totally distracting; tea can take anything up to an hour to arrive in
your hand. I took up the offer because I enjoy a challenge, and I enjoy
making tea. Lucky recipients of my brew are wont to expressions of great
delight and satisfaction at the first sip.....
S rebuilt the fire, and we sat
about it drinking and talking of the Fourth Way; how it has become a cult;
how people who rigidly adhere to it seem just as 'closed' as any other
cult - using it as a crutch rather than as a springboard; how it attracts
people from all walks of life and, in particular, how and why we had come
into contact with it, and later with shamanism, as well as the events
which led up to them both. These talks centred on a verse which S
and I co-wrote circa 1985 - 1 or 2 years before any clear-cut meetings
with higher ideas - mainstream or otherwise:
My
one regret, as I walk the streets, are the stalks of wheat.
They await the plough, couldn't live for now; their mission incomplete.
There's
no head start when you're taking part in the race for money.
Remember the Hare! It didn't break aware - and lost in a hurry.
The future
is set, one unaltered as yet; is our destiny sealed?
As we wonder about, do we look for an out; hidden gate in a field?
A breakdown analysis of these
six lines of verse reveals some quite interesting esoteric ideas. But
the real interest of this 14-15 year old verse lies at the end of the
6th line which, upon reflection, is sheer pertinent symbolism for a gathering,
from the grass, of mushroom induced awareness as a way out, or as a means
to a way out of what we have become by default !!! Is it not?
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