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the same set of images. Why? Did this circle of alchemical adepts penetrate the mystery to a secret undreamed of by their contemporaries and<br />
competition?<br />
Images flashed before my mind's eye: Nicholas Flamel and his wife, Pemelle, their legendary love affair and their unknown end. Mutus Liber<br />
("the silent book") depicts a couple working at a furnace; it almost looks as though they are drying mushrooms. How sophisticated did<br />
alchemy become before Enlightenment science scattered the adepts and rendered their control language inoperable?<br />
In the pasture each foggy morning, when I demanded of Dennis that he give me the philosopher's stone, it was both pressure upon him to<br />
reformulate his consciousness into a unity and something that served to focus the transference potential that was so intense as to again and<br />
again threaten to engulf us. Not sleeping, being awake constantly, I was both in the world of the developing situation at La Chorrera and also<br />
in the world into which my brother had become psycho-topologically enmeshed—a dimensional vortex beyond which seemed to be eternity,<br />
the land of the dead, all human history, and the UFOs. It was a world whose unseen, cybernetic chroniclers spoke to us telepathically in our<br />
minds and revealed that we and all humanity were in the act of once again becoming able to go between these alien dimensions and our own<br />
to re-establish the es-chatological shamanism lost scores of millennia ago.<br />
At one point I picked up a stick and in the sandy soil of our living area I scratched the shorthand symbol for "and." I called it "the ampersand."<br />
I found its binding fold in one corner of a quaternary<br />
structure to be very satisfying. I began to imagine this symbol as the symbol of the condensation of the alchemical lapis. To me it appeared to<br />
be the natural symbol for a four-dimensional universe somehow bound into a 3-D matrix. I spoke of it as the ampersand for several days, then<br />
I called it "the eschaton." This I imagined as a basic unit of time; the combination and resonance among the set of eschatons in the universe<br />
determined which of the possible worlds allowed by physics would actually undergo the formality of occurring. "The formality of actually<br />
occurring" was a phrase from Whitehead that kept echoing through my thoughts like the refrain of a half-forgotten song. I imagined that at the<br />
end of time all the eschatons would resonate together as a unity and thereby create an ontological transformation of reality—the end of time as<br />
a kind of garden of earthly delights.*<br />
Occasionally I would seem to catch the mechanics of what was happening to us in action. Lines from half-forgotten movies and snippets of<br />
old science fiction, once consumed like popcorn, reappeared in collages of half-understood associations. Punch lines from old jokes and<br />
vaguely remembered dreams spiraled in a slow galaxy of interleaved memories and anticipations. From such experiences I concluded that<br />
whatever was happening, part of it involved all the information that we had ever accumulated, down to the most trivial details. The<br />
overwhelming impression was that something possibly from outer space or from another dimension was contacting us. It was doing so<br />
through the peculiar means of using every thought in our heads to lead us into telepathically induced scenarios of extravagant imaginings, or<br />
deep theoretical understandings, or in-depth<br />
[* These were the first faint stirrings of thoughts that were to lead eventually to the development of my own theory of time described in The<br />
Invisible Landscape. These early intuitions bore no resemblance to the final theory; and it is just as well that they did not, for at that time I<br />
would have been completely unable to understand the theory that I was finally to develop. It took years of reading and self-education to keep<br />
track of the things that the internal voice was saying. Its presence and persistence over the years since La Chorrera has been amazing. That day<br />
at La Chorrera, the voice had a holistic and systems-oriented approach to things that did seem to be slightly of another order—not enough to<br />
be alarming, but enough to repeatedly remind me that the ideas I was producing were coming fully organized from somewhere else, and I was<br />
nothing more than a message decipherer, hard-pressed to keep up with a difficult, incoming code.]<br />
scannings of strange times, places, and worlds. The source of this unearthly contact was the Stropharia cubensis and our experiment.<br />
Our collective intelligence was not compromised, but what was compromised was the ability of reason to give a coherent account of what was<br />
going on, as paradox, coincidence, and general synchronistic strangeness began to increase exponentially. Into the vacuum left by the collapse<br />
of reason rushed a staggering array of exotic intuitions about why things were as they were.<br />
Shortly after breakfast on the morning of the seventh, the third day following the experiment, Dennis announced a new teaching. He said that<br />
one could see any point in time by closing one's eyes, visualizing an eight, turning it on its side so that it approximated the sign for infinity,<br />
and then mentally sliding the two closed rings over each other to form a circle, shrinking the circle to a dot, and thinking the word "please"<br />
and the target point in space-time. Usually I knew not whence these images came to him; however, this time I was amazed. I recalled with<br />
perfect clarity that six weeks before, shortly before I left Vancouver, British Columbia, I had gone to a dentist as part of the standard pre-<br />
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