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Dennis was on his best behavior. Beyond his commenting as we got aboard that an airplane was a partial condensation of a flying saucer, he<br />
said little. A roar of the engine, a hard pull back on the stick, and we and our legendary bush pilot were airborne. We circled the mission once<br />
before settling down to follow the Rio Igara-Parana back to the Rio Putumayo and the version of civilization that the town of Leticia would<br />
afford. What a tiny world La Chorrera is, left behind in the trackless jungle after only a glimpse of buildings and Zebu cattle resting in the<br />
green pastures, looking like lumps of melting, vanilla ice cream. I imagined that whatever we had touched and been touched by, it was now<br />
falling behind us.<br />
We stayed two days in Leticia, days in which Dennis showed marked improvement while the rest of us drifted into various stances of distance<br />
with regard to each other. This seemed to be compensation for the excessive intimacy our isolated expedition had made necessary. The oddest<br />
thing about Leticia was that we were hardly off the plane before we ran into Jack and Ruby, an American couple who had rented Ev's<br />
apartment in Bogota for a few weeks. I had thought the name combination weird when I met them six weeks before, and now the fact that they<br />
were practically awaiting us in Leticia heightened the strangeness. I could not quite get my mind around it.<br />
By the time we reached Bogota, Dennis had almost completely returned to normal, lending weight to the idea that some form of temporary<br />
chemical imbalance had been responsible for his reaction rather than the emergence of a chronically unbalanced personality structure. He was<br />
very shaky and very bummed by any mention of fourth-dimensional superconducting bonds, ayahuasca, or shamanism. He said, "Look, I have<br />
had it." He had, too.<br />
He was nearly normal, but I was just at the beginning of a years-long period of unusual ideation—the state of suspended disbelief that gave<br />
birth to the ideas concerning time set out in The Invisible Landscape.<br />
On the twentieth of March, there was general agreement that Dennis was totally back with us. It was an occasion of great happiness and we<br />
celebrated at one of Bogota's finest restaurants. It was an immense accomplishment to have been able to allow the reversal to work itself out<br />
without the aggravating influence of modern mental health care procedures. The ordeal in the wilderness that all shamans must face had been<br />
endured. A step on the path to knowledge had been taken.<br />
On March 21, I made a journal entry—the first in weeks and the only one that I was able to make for another couple of months. I said this:<br />
March 21, 1971<br />
It is now seventeen days since March fourth and the concretizing of the ampersand. If I have more or less correctly understood this<br />
phenomenon, then tomorrow, the eighteenth day, will mark some sort of half-way point in this experience. I predict that tomorrow Dennis will<br />
return to the psychological set he experienced prior to March first, though it is possible that rather than a residual amnesia concerning events<br />
at La Chorrera he will have instead a growing understanding of the experiment of which he was the creator. The past weeks have been<br />
harrowing and seemingly made of so many times, places, and minds that a rational chronicle has been impossible. Only Finnegans Wake gives<br />
some idea of the reality of the paradoxicum as we experienced it by virtue of being able to pierce beyond time's double face. In spite of earlier<br />
misunderstandings and mis-projections concerning the cycles of time and number operating within the phenomenon, I now believe that in<br />
these seventeen days we have experienced, albeit sometimes running backwards and certainly enormously condensed, enough of a full cycle<br />
to begin to foresee in some dim sense the events of the next twenty or so days and have some idea of the approximate nature and direction of<br />
the opus.<br />
This journal entry makes clear that while Dennis was recovering from his submergence in the titanic struggle I was quite in the grip of a<br />
struggle of my own. I was caught up in an obsessive immersion, almost an enforced meditation, on the nature of time. The ordinary concerns<br />
of ordinary life ceased to matter to me. My attention was entirely claimed by my efforts to build a new model of what time really is.<br />
Resonances, recurrences, and the idea that events were interference patterns caused by other events temporally and causally distant claimed<br />
my attention. In those early speculations I imagined a mythic cycle needing forty days to be brought to completion. It was only later, when I<br />
began to be impressed with the DNA-related and calendrical nature of the temporal cycles, that I turned my attention to cycles of sixty-four<br />
days duration. This speculation eventually led me to turn to the / Ching. In those early notions of a forty-day cycle of alchemical redemption<br />
there is only the slightest hint of the eventual theory in its operational details; yet the intent is clearly the same. Resonances, interference<br />
patterns, and fractal regresses of times within times—these were the materials that I began to build with. Eventually, after some years of work,<br />
the result would have a certain elegance. However, that elegance was reserved for the future; the early conception was crude, self-referential,<br />
and idiosyncratic. It was only my faith that it could be made coherent and rational to others that kept me at it for those several years,<br />
transforming the original intuition into a set of formal<br />
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