SPACE
TIME CONTINUUM WITH TERENCE MCKENNA ALIEN DREAMTIME Alien
Dreamtime was a multi media event recorded live on February 26th/27th
1993 at the Transmission theater, History
is ending, because the dominator culture has led the human species into
a blind alley. And as the inevitable
chaostrophe approaches, people look for metaphors and answers. Every time a culture gets into trouble, it casts
itself back into the past looking for the last sane moment it ever knew.
And the last sane moment we ever knew was on the plains of And why
does this matter? It matters because it chose that the way out
is back, and that the future is a forward escape into the past. This is what the psychedelic experience means.
Its a doorway out of history and into
the wiring under the board in eternity. And I tell you this because if the community
understands what it is that holds it together, the community will be
better able to streamline itself for flight into hyperspace. Because what we need is a new myth. What we need is a new true story that tells
us where were going in the universe.
And that true story is that the ego is a product of pathology
and that when psilocybin is regularly part of the human experience,
the ego is suppressed. And the suppression of the ego means the defeat
of the dominators, the materialists, the product peddlers. Psychedelics return us to the inner worth of the self, to the importance of feeling immediate experience. And nobody can sell that to you and nobody can buy it from you, so the dominator culture is not interested in the felt presence of immediate experience. But thats what holds the community together. And as we break out of the silly myths of science and the infantile obsessions of the marketplace, what we discover through the psychedelic experience is that in the body-- in the body-- there are Niagara of beauty, alien beauty, alien dimensions that are part of the self, the richest part of life. I think of going to the grave without having a psychedelic experience, like going to the grave without having sex. It means that you never figured out what it was all about. The mystery is in the body, and the way the body works itself into nature. What the archaic revival means is shamanism, ecstasy, orgiastic sexuality, and the defeat
of the three enemies of the people, and the three enemies of the people
are pechemony, monogamy, and monotony.
And if you get them on the run, you have the dominators sweating,
folks. Because that means that youre getting it all
reconnected, and get it all reconnected means putting aside the idea
of separateness and self-definition through thing fetish.
Getting it all connected means tapping into the Gaian mind. And the Gaian mind is what were
calling the psychedelic experience.
Its an experience of the living fact of the entelechy of the
planet, and without that experience we wander in a desert of bogus ideologies,
but with that experience, the compass of the self can be set. And thats the idea, that were figuring out how
to reset the compass of the self, through community, through ecstatic
dance, through psychedelics, intelligence-- intelligence... this is
what we have to have to make the forward escape into hyperspace. Alien Love Hello...
so, that was like an introduction, ha ha!
Now for some preaching to the choir on the subject of: How come it is that the further in you go, the
bigger it gets? I remember the
very, very first time I smoked DMT.
It was sort of a benchmark, you might say.
And I remember that this friend of mine that always got there
first, visited me with this little glass pipe,
and this stuff which looked like orange mothballs.
And since I was a graduate of Dr. Hoffmans, I figured there were
no surprises. So the only question I asked was how long does
it last? And he said, About
five minutes. So, I did it. And... There was uh, something like a flower. Like a chrysanthemum in orange and yellow that sort of spinning. Spinning. And then, it was like I was pushed from behind and I fell through the chrysanthemum into another place that didnt seem like a state of mind. It seemed like another place. And what was going on in this place (aside from the tastefully soffited indirect lighting and the crawling hallucinations along the domed wall), what was happening was that there were a lot of beings in there, a lot of what I call self-transforming machine elves. Sort of like jeweled basketballs all dribbling their way toward me. And if they had faces they wouldve been grinning at me, but they didnt have faces. And they assured me that they loved me, and they told me not to be amazed, not to give way to astonishment. And so I watched them, even though I wondered if maybe I hadn't really done it this time! And what they were doing,
was they were making objects come into existence by singing them into
existence. Objects
which looked like Faberge eggs from Mars, morphing themselves with
Mandaean alphabetical structures. They
looked like the concrescence of linguistic intentionality put through
a kind of hyperdimensional transform into three-dimensional space. And these little machines offered themselves
to me. And I realized when
I looked at them, that if I could bring just one of these little
trinkets back, nothing would ever be quite the same again. Somehow, I was finding out that thing, that
you cheerfully assume you cant find out...
but it felt like I was finding out.
And it felt... and then I cant remember
what it felt like because the little self-transforming tikes interrupted
me and said, Dont think about it. Dont think about who we are-- think about doing
what were doing. Do it! Do it now. Do
it! Speaking in Tongues And what they
meant was: use your voice to make an object.
And as I understood I felt a bubble kind of grow inside of
me. And I watched these little elf tikes jumping
in and out of my chest (they liked to do that to reassure you),
and they said, Do it! And
I felt language rise up in me that was unhooked from English and
I began to speak like this: And I wondered then what it all meant, and why
it felt so good (if it didnt mean anything). And I thought about it a few years, actually,
and I decided, you know, that meaning and language are two different
things. And that what the alien
voice in the psychedelic experience wants to reveal is the syntactical
nature of reality. That the real
secret of magic, is that the world is made of words, and that if you
know the words that the world is made of, you make of it, whatever you
wish! And
one of the things that I learned about DMT,
was that, if you ever had it, even just once, then you can have a dream. And in this dream somebody will pull out a little
glass pipe, and then it will happen.
It will happen just like the real thing.
Because theres a button somewhere inside each and every one of
us that gives you a look into the other side.
And thats the button that resets the
compass that tells you where you want to sail.
Good luck! Timewave Zero Hello, all right. Have you ever noticed how, um, theres this quality to reality, which comes and goes and kind of, ebbs and flows. And nobody ever mentions it, or has a name for it. Except that some people call it a bad hair day or they say, Things are really weird recently. And I think we never notice it and we never talk about it because were embedded in a culture that expects us to believe that all times are the same, and that your bank account doesnt fluctuate, except according to the vicissitudes of your own existence. In other words, every moment is expected to be the same, and yet this isnt what we experience. And so what I noticed was that, running through reality is the ebb and flow of novelty. And some days, and some years, and some centuries are very novel indeed. And some aint. And they come and go on all scales, differently, interweaving, resonantly. And this is what time seems to be. And
where do we fit And this has been going on for awhile. Since the discovery of fire, since the discovery
of language, but now, and by now, I mean for the last 10,000
years, weve been into something new: not genetic information,
not genetic mutation, not natural selection, but We, who five million years were animals, can
kindle in our deserts and if necessary upon the cities of our
enemies, the very energy which lights the stars at night. The wave of novelty that has rolled unbroken since the birth of the universe has now focused and coalesced itself in our species. And if it seems unlikely to you that the world is about to transform itself, then think of it this way: Think of a pond and think of how, if the surface of the pond begins to boil, thats the signal that some enormous protean form is about to break the surface of the pond and reveal itself. Human history is the boiling of the pond surface of ordinary biology. We are flesh, which has been caught in the grip of some kind of an attractor that lies ahead of us in time, and that is sculpting to its ends. Speaking to us, through psychedelics, through visions, through culture and technology. Consciousness, the language-forming capacity
in our species is propelling itself forward, as though it
were going to shed the monkey body and leap into some extra-surreal
space that surrounds, but that we cannot currently see. So what we need then, is the forced evolution of language, and the way to do that is to go back to agents that created language in the very first place. And that means, the psychedelic plants, the Gaian Logos, and the mysterious beckoning extraterrestrial minds beyond. Hooking ourselves back up, into the chakras of the hierarchy of nature, turning ourselves over to the mind of the Totally Other that created us and brought us forth out of animal organization. We are somehow part of the planetary destiny. How well we do determines how well the experiment of life on earth does. Because we have become the cutting edge of that experiment. We define it, and we hold in our hands the power to make or to break it. The
message of psychedelics is that culture can
be reengineered as a set of emotional values, rather than
products.
This is terrifying news. And
if we are able to make this point, we can pull back,
we can pull back and we can transcend. Nine times in the last million years, the ice
has ground south from the poles, pushing human populations
ahead of it, and those people didnt fuck up.
Why should we, then? We
are all survivors. We are the inheritors of a million years of
striving for the Unspeakable. And
now, with the engines of technology in our hands,
we ought to be able to reach out and actually exteriorize
the human soul at the end of time, invoke it into
existence like a UFO, and open the violent doorway
into hyperspace and walk through it, out of profane
history and into the world beyond the grave, beyond
shamanism, beyond the end of history, into the galactic
millennium that has beckoned to us for millions of
years across space and time. This is the moment. A planet brings forth an opportunity like this
only once in its lifetime. And
we are ready, and we are poised, and as a community
we are ready to move into it, to claim it, to make
it our own.
Its there-- go for
it!
And thank you! NextNotesGaianxaos
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