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Subject: Attention all Terence McKenna fans
Date: 5 Mar 1994 05:23:55 -0500
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SPACE TIME CONTINUUM
WITH TERENCE MCKENNA
ALIEN DREAMTIME
WARNING!
The following
pages contain the words to the Space Time Continuum / Alien
Dreamtime album and are to be used
as reference material after the album
has been smealed, grokked, or otherwise brainally
infused. Do yourself a
favor and discontinue further reading of these pages if you have not
first
listened to the album.
You have been warned.
26th/27th 1993 at the
Transmission theater, San Francisco, Ca. A video of
this event produced by Rose-X media house
is available through City of
Tribes Communications 63 Fountain st, SF, Ca 94114. The
didgeridoo is
played with the greatest respect for all the aboriginal people of
Australia and the spirit of all first world people. All tracks published
by Space Monkey.
Allright… tonight, for your edification and amusement… three
And sound by Space
Time. Words and ideas by Terence McKenna. Rap one:
The Archaic Revival.
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 Africa, 15,000
years ago, rocked in cradle of the great horned
mushroom goddess before history. Before
standing armies, before slavery
and property, before warfare and phonetic alphabets and
monotheism.
Before, before, before. And this is where the future is taking us.
Because
the secret faith of the 20th century is not modernism. The secret
faith of the 20th century is
nostalgia for the archaic, nostalgia for the
Paleolithic, and that gives us body piercing,
abstract expressionism,
surrealism, jazz, rock and roll, and Catastrophe Theory. The 20th
century
mind is nostalgic for the paradise that once existed on the
mushroom-dotted
plains of Africa, where the plant-human symbiosis occurred
that pulled us out of the animal
body and into the tool-using,
culture-making, imagination-exploring creature that we are.
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.
Im gonna take five here, and uh, well be back and chat some more.
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
hadnt 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.
to me that these must be
holographic viral projections from an autonomous
continuum that was somehow intersecting my
own. And then I thought, a more
elegant explanation would be to take it at face value, and
realize that I
had broken into an ecology of souls, and that somehow I was getting a peek
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
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:
Eeeoo ded hwauopsy mectoph, mectagin dupwoxin, moi phoi wops
eppepepekin
gitto phepsy demego doi aga din a doich demoi aga donc heedey obectdee
doohueana.
(Or words to that effect). And I wondered then what it all meant, and why
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
Eh moi
dea doi phegenheggo…
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 science has overlooked this,
this most salient of facts about
nature, that nature is a novelty-conserving engine. And that
from the
very first moments of that most improbable Big Bang, novelty has been
conserved, because in the very beginning there was only an ocean of energy
pouring into the
universe. There were no planets, no stars, no molecules,
no atoms, no magnetic fields. There
was only an ocean of free electrons.
And then, time passed. And the universe cooled. And
novel structures
crystallized out of disorder. First, atoms. Atoms of hydrogen and
helium. Aggregating into stars. And at the center of those stars, the
temperature and the
pressure created something which had never been seen
before, which was: fusion. And fusion,
cooking in the hearts of stars,
brought forth more novelty. Heavy elements, iron, carbon,
forvalent
carbon. And as time passed, there not only then, elemental systems, but
because of the presence of carbon and the lower temperatures in the
universe, molecular
structures and out of molecules come simple subsets of
organisms, the genetic machinery for
transcripting information,
aggregating into membranes, always binding novelty, always
condensing
time, always building and conserving upon complexity and always faster and
faster and faster… and then, we come to ourselves. And where do we fit
into all of this?
will we be five million years
from tonight? What we represent is not a
sideshow, or an epiphenomenon, or an ancillary
something-or-other on the
edge of nowhere. What we represent is the nexus of concressent
novelty
that has been moving itself together, complexifying itself, folding itself
in
upon itself, for billions and billions of years. There is, so far as
we know, nothing more
advanced than what is sitting behind your eyes. The
human neocortex is the most densely
ramified and complexified structure in
the known universe. We are the cutting edge of
organismic transformation
of matter in this cosmos. 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
epigenetic activity. Writing, theatre, poetry,
dance, art, tattooing,
body-piercing, and philosophy. And these things have accelerated the
nature that
builds temples, builds cities, builds machines, social
engines, plans, and spreads over the
earth, into space; into the
microphysical domain; into the macrophysical domain. 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.
Now, something peculiar is
going on here. Something is calling us
out of nature and sculpting us in its own image. And
the confrontation
with this something is now not so far away. This is what the impending
apparent end of everything actually means. It means that the denouement
of human history is
about to occur and is about to be revealed as a
universal process of concressing and
expressing novelty that is now going
to become so intensified that it is going to flow over
into another dimension.
You can feel it. You can feel it in your own dreams. You can
feel it in your own trips. You can feel that were approaching the cusp of
a catastrophe, and
that beyond that cusp, we are unrecognizable to
ourselves. 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.
Even the people who run the planet, the World Bank, the IMF, you
name it, they know that
history is ending. They know by the reports which
cross their desks, that the disappearance of
the ozone hole, the
toxification of the ocean, the clearing of the rainforests, what this
that the human
species has now, without choice, begun the descent down the
birth canal of collective
transformation toward something right around the
corner, and nearly completely
unimaginable.
And this is where the psychedelic shaman comes in. Because I
believe that
what we really contact through psychedelics is a kind of
hyperspace, and from that hyperspace,
we look down on both the past and
the future and we anticipate the end. And a shaman is
someone who has
seen the end. And therefore is a trickster, because you dont worry if
youve seen the end. If you know how it comes out, you go back and you
take your place in the
play and you let it all roll on without anxiety.
This is what boundary dissolution means; it
means nothing less than the
anticipation of the end-state of human history. A return to the
archaic
mode, a rediscovery of the orgiastic freedom of the African grasslands of
20,000
years ago. A techno-escape into a future that looks more like the
past than the future,
because materialism, consumerism, product fetishism,
all of these things will be eliminated
and technology will become
nanotechnology and disappear from our physical presence. If– if–
we
have the dream. If we allow the wave of novelty to propel us toward the
creativity
that is inimicable to the human condition.
This is what were talking about here– psychedelics
as a catalyst
to the human imagination, psychedelics as a catalyst for language, because
what cannot be said, cannot be created by the community. So that 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.
This is not a dress rehearsal for the apocalypse.
This is not a
pseudo-millennium. This is the real thing, folks. This is not a test.
This is the last chance before things become so dissipated that there is
no chance for
cohesiveness. We can use the calendar as a club. We can
make the millennium an occasion for
establishing an authentic human
civilization, overcoming the dominator paradigm, dissolving
boundaries
through psychedelics, recreating a sexuality not based on monotheism,
monogamy, and monotony. All these things are possible. If we can
understand the overarching
metaphor which holds it all together, which is
the celebration of mind as play, the
celebration of love as a genuine
social value in the community. This is what they have
suppressed so long,
this is why they are so afraid of the psychedelics, because they
understand that once you touch the inner core of your own and someone
elses being, you cant be
led into thing fetishism and consumerism. 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
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!
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