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I awakened Ev and she sleepily confirmed the colors around the candle, but it communicated nothing to her of what it communicated to me.<br />
She rolled over, and when I returned from going outside, she was snoring softly. As I climbed back into my hammock, I counted heads and<br />
noted that everyone was present and asleep. I lay awake a long time, thinking. All seemed still.<br />
As breakfast unfolded the following morning, the sixth of March, it became clear that the restful sleep I had imagined we had all shared had<br />
been anything but that. From Dennis, still disorganized but expansive, comments emerged that he had, or imagined he had, a very active night.<br />
Upon close questioning, it came out that he was completely convinced that sometime during the night he had arisen and dressed and then had<br />
a series of nocturnal adventures. These involved going alone in the darkness to the thundering immensity of the chorro over a mile away, then<br />
returning to climb and spend some time in a large tree near the edge of the mission, then making his way back across the pasture and returning<br />
to his hammock, strung among all the others. The thought of him wandering around during the night on those trails, without his glasses,<br />
falling in and out of shamanic ecstasy, perhaps howling and otherwise paleolithically comporting himself, was too much for me. It was a<br />
breech of the collective cool. Even though I was 90 percent<br />
certain that it had never really happened, I was determined to eliminate all possibility of such rambles in the future.<br />
Dennis's story was the classic description of a shamanic night journey. He said that he had gone to the chorro and had meditated in the mission<br />
cemetery we had visited before. He had begun to return to camp when he confronted a particularly large Inga tree near where the path skirted<br />
the edge of the mission. On impulse, he had climbed it, aware as he did that the ascent of the world tree is the central motif of the Siberian<br />
shamanic journey. As he climbed the tree, he felt the flickering polarities of many archetypes, and as he reached the highest point in his<br />
ascent, something that he called "the vortex" opened ahead of him—a swirling, enormous doorway into time. He could see the Cyclopean<br />
megaliths of Stonehenge and beyond them, revolving at a different speed and at a higher plane, the outlines of the pyramids, gleaming and<br />
marble-faceted as they have not been since the days of pharaonic Egypt. And yet farther into the turbulent maw of the vortex, he saw<br />
mysteries that were ancient long before the advent of man—titanic archetypal forms on worlds unimagined by us, the arcane machineries of<br />
sentient agencies that swept through this part of the galaxy when our planet was young and its surface barely cooled. This machinery, these<br />
gibbering abysses, touched with the cold of interstellar space and aeon-consuming time, rushed down upon him. He fainted, and time—who<br />
can say how much time—passed by him.<br />
He next found himself in the pasture a few hundred feet from his newly discovered axis mundi. If he fell from the tree, it did not seem to have<br />
hurt him. Amazement, exaltation, fear, and confusion were all present in his thoughts. The continuum seemed to be shredding and ripping<br />
itself to pieces before his eyes, time and space swirling the artifacts of twenty-thousand years of human striving into a vortex of apocalyptic<br />
contradictions. In that state of fear and exultation, at the depth of the revelation of humanity's destiny among the stars, Dennis returned to our<br />
camp and noiselessly returned to his hammock, or awakened there from a dream of the same thing.<br />
Twenty-four hours had passed since the attempt to hyper-carbolate human DNA. It was apparent that Dennis was not pulling out of the<br />
induced state of shamanic excitement as quickly as we<br />
had hoped. This was too long to be considered a normal reaction to mushrooms or ayahuasca. Two choices presented themselves to explain<br />
the situation:<br />
The first was the position that Vanessa and Dave leaned toward, and it said that the strain of the journey and the recent psilo-cybin tripping<br />
had contributed to activate a shamanic archetype in Dennis that had been latent all along. This was now overt and carrying a strong<br />
transference potential to which I was succumbing by being unable to recognize my brother's condition as a potentially pathological state. This<br />
was the source of much of our differences of opinion on how to proceed.<br />
A second explanation, the one Ev and I leaned toward, took a biochemical rather than a psychological approach. It said that Dennis, through<br />
his unusual diet of alkaloids and the experiment he performed, had inhibited some enzyme system that would normally return one from the<br />
heights of a hallucinogenic trip, but in this case had somehow become inoperative. The most likely candidate for this would be the monoamine<br />
oxidase (or MAO) system, which is responsible for rendering many hallucinogens into inoperative byproducts. The phenomenon of<br />
irreversible MAO inhibition is known to occur with some drugs and is a condition that takes nearly two weeks to correct itself. Though the<br />
compounds in Banisteriopsis caapi are known to usually reverse their MAO inhibition in four to six hours, as subsequent events show, this<br />
explanation was doubtless some part of the story, since Dennis was to be in the grip of his shamanic ravings for nearly two weeks.<br />
After years of thought, my own explanation continues to lean heavily on the second idea for an operational explanation. I do not believe that<br />
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