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That afternoon we all pulled roots and stacked them in the sun. It seemed the most satisfying activity imaginable. Nothing could have seemed
more right. That evening we made a tape of our intentions, but unfortunately our tape recorder was not in good working order and that tape
has proven impossible to salvage. I greatly regret this loss, since the emotional content of what we were experiencing would come across most
clearly from our own words. The taping session ranged over a number of themes:
Hyper-carbolation: This is what we had named the process of altering the neural DNA and changing man into an eternal hyper-dimensional
being. It was a process we imagined to be intimately akin to sexual generation. We spoke of it as the "birth of an idea" in a sense whose
literalness is not easy to convey to minds that have not brushed with schizophrenia. We hoped that mind, driven by a will to the good, could
control the process of generation and guide this process toward the production of the imagination-modulated resurrection body so dear to the
Patristic Fathers, sixteenth-century alchemists, and modern UFO enthusiasts. In this notion we were following Jung, who early on realized that
the flying saucer is an image of the self, the suppressed psychic totality that lurks behind the apparent dualism of mind and nature. We thought
that the field of mind and its will toward the good could be templated onto the genetic engines of life. The hope was that out of biology,
Tantra could
summon the reality of the living stone, the chimerical unicorn of the alchemical quest made at last to lay his head in the maiden's lap. We
dreamed, in short, of a union of Spirit and Matter.
The dead: We believed that hyper-carbolation was to be the shamanic defeat of death, that those doorways through which the dead enter daily
were to be finally thrown open to a hyper-carbolated humanity, which would then have freedom of movement to and from an eternity in which
all the members of the species existed as a living reality. The presence of giants from the human past—Carl Jung, Newton and Nabokov,
Bruno, Pythagoras, and Heraclitus— was an overwhelming and all-inclusive intuition that we shared and could not ignore.
There seemed to be an ideological lineage, the golden chain, whose collective task was the shattering of the historical continuum through the
generation of the living philosophical lapis of hyper-carbolated humanity. All these visionary thinkers had performed their part in this project.
Now, as the secret work of human history, the generation of Adam's cosmic body, lost since paradise, neared completion, these shades stirred
and pressed near to our Amazonian campsite. Our destiny was apparently to be the human atoms critical to the transformation of Homo
sapiens into galaxy-roving bodhisattvas, the culmination and quintessence of the highest aspirations of star-coveting humanity.
The psychologically minded will recognize this as a description of messianic ego inflation. Such it is, but we felt these things as anyone would
feel them if they truly believed they were at such a point in history. We wondered, "Why? Why us?"
To such questions the mushroom spoke in my mind without hesitation: "Because you have diligently sought the good and because you trusted
no human being more than yourself."
The emotional impact of these sorts of inner exchanges was intense beyond anything I have ever experienced. I felt humbly grateful to the
point of tears. I felt exalted. We wanted to salvage paradise for humanity, and we thanked all gods and nature that our eccentric quest, out of
all the lives and paths being lived out on earth, was placed by fate so near the cutting edge. Where the elder shamanism had failed, we would
succeed. The rescue of the timeless pearl of
human immortality from the well of death would, through the act of hyper-carbolation, become a living reality for every person who had ever
lived. All the pain and suffering and war and desperation would somehow be repaid and made right through the intercession of the mystery of
higher dimensions and a backward flowing logic of time that somehow undoes what has already happened. The wave of understanding that
had been gaining strength since the twenty-seventh of February was so strong as to be nearly visible in everything around me. The lenticular
shape of the approaching philosopher's stone seemed to be everywhere that I looked. Every shape and form around me was pregnant with its
unearthly, opalescent depths.
CHAPTER TEN
MORE ON THE OPUS
In which we refine the theory and begin preparations for experimental test flights of the Sophie Aerolith.
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