Terrence Mckenna

I dunno if anyone is a Terrence Mckenna fan but those who are do you know what hes talking about here? Is this what the mushrooms told him?

"I am old, older than thought in your species, which is itself fifty times older than your history. Though I have been on earth for ages I am from the stars. My home is no one planet, for many worlds scattered through the shining disc of the galaxy have conditions which allow my spores an opportunity for life. The mushroom which you see is the part of my body given to sex thrills and sun bathing, my true body is a fine network of fibers growing through the soil. These networks may cover acres and may have far more connections that the number in a human brain. My mycelial network is nearly immortal, only the sudden toxification of a planet or the explosion of its parent star can wipe me out. By means impossible to explain because of certain misconceptions in your model of reality all my mycelial networks in the galaxy are in hyperlight communication across space and time. The mycelial body is as fragile as a spider's web but the collective hypermind and memory is a vast historical archive of the career of evolving intelligence on many worlds in our spiral star swarm. Space, you see, is a vast ocean to those hardy life forms that have the ability to reproduce from spores, for spores are covered with the hardest organic substance known. Across the aeons of time and space drift many spore-forming life-forms in suspended animation for millions of years until contact is made with a suitable environment. Few such species are minded, only myself and my recently evolved near relatives have achieved the hyper-communication mode and memory capacity that makes us leading members in the community of galactic intelligence. How the hypercommunication mode operates is a secret which will not be lightly given to man. But the means should be obvious: it is the occurrence of psilocybin and psilocin in the biosynthetic pathways of my living body that opens for me and my symbiots the vision screens to many worlds. You as an individual and man as a species are on the brink of the formation of a symbiotic relationship with my genetic material that will eventually carry humanity and earth into the galactic mainstream of the higher civilizations.

<http://deoxy.org/gif/psilly.jpg> Since it is not easy for you to recognize other varieties of intelligence around you, your most advanced theories of politics and society have advanced only as far as the notion of collectivism. But beyond the cohesion of the members of a species into a single social organism there lie richer and even more baroque evolutionary possibilities. Symbiosis is one of these. Symbiosis is a relation of mutual dependence and positive benefits for both of the species involved. Symbiotic relationships between myself and civilized forms of higher animals have been established many times and in many places throughout the long ages of my development. These relationships have been mutually useful; within my memory is the knowledge of hyperlight drive ships and how to build them. I will trade this knowledge for a free ticket to new worlds around suns younger and more stable than your own. To secure an eternal existence down the long river of cosmic time I again and again offer this agreement to higher beings and thereby have spread throughout the galaxy over the long millennia. A mycelial network has no organs to move the world, no hands; but higher animals with manipulative abilities can become partners with the star knowledge within me and if they act in good faith, return both themselves and their humble mushroom teacher to the million worlds all citizens of our starswarm are heir to."

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what is this about? im confused.

well i read it in terrence mckennas book on growing magic mushrooms and i found it on www.deoxy.org and i wanted to know if it was something the mushrooms told mckenna, whoever said it is talking about mushrooms

There are a number of books and audio tapes by McKenna. Here's a website dedicated to him:

http://deoxy.org/mckenna.htm

ya thats where i got the quote and i read it from his book but i want to know what hes talking about or who said that and what it exactly means!

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Originally Posted by TakeFlight

ya thats where i got the quote and i read it from his book but i want to know what hes talking about or who said that and what it exactly means!

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I don't think that it's possible to totally understand him - it's just food for thought.

I think that he was onto some metaphysical concepts that are beyond the ability of human languages to communicate. The best that I've been able to do is fathom that there are other "dimensions" that are within our reach with mushrooms, DMT, and other substances. Even Terrence's brother, Dennis McKenna, an accomplished chemist, was skeptical of many his brother's theories and beliefs. Terrence believed that the "elves" that he communicated with while on DMT actually existed.

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well i read it in terrence mckennas book on growing magic mushrooms and i found it on www.deoxy.org and i wanted to know if it was something the mushrooms told mckenna, whoever said it is talking about mushrooms

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Getting back to your question, he wrote those words himself based on his own interpretation of what the mushroom "told" him. I guess you could say that he believed he was being "guided" by whomever, or whatever, he met up with when the shrooms took full effect. The phenomenon that he describes having was obtained through extremly large doses and, I'm sure, much meditation and preparation.

Even heavy-tripping people like Timothy Leary were very impressed with McKenna's accomplishments.

Thanks for clearing that up, thats what i thought, yeah he was a space cadet but a genius at that guess he was ahead of his time either that or he was a few screws short. I thought it was pretty interesting that his Timewave Zero lined up with the mayan calender which is supposedly the most accurate calender to date

You know with the communicating elves that Mckenna talks of, do they actually speak to him, through english words, or is it an unspoken communication?

Here's something about this by Terrence McKenna:

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. Hofmann's, 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 didn't 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 would've been grinning at me, but they didn't 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 hadn't 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.

And I wondered where am I? And what is going on? And it occurred 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 over the other side. Somehow, I was finding out that thing, that you cheerfully assume you can't find out... but it felt like I was finding out. And it felt... and then I can't remember what it felt like because the little self-transforming tikes interrupted me and said, Don't think about it. Don't 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 little elf tikes jumping in and out of my chest (they liked to do that to 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 it felt so good (if it didn't mean anything). And I thought about it a few 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 know the words that the world is made of, you make of it, whatever you wish!

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!
http://users.lycaeum.org/~sputnik/mckenna/alien.html

"And if they had faces they would've been grinning at me, but they didn't 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 hadn't really done it this time!"
Terrence McKenna

McKenna did an interview during his last six months, and said that death from cancer, at a premature age, was not what he'd envisioned. He always thought that he would eventually end up in a mental hospital or institution.

As far as the brain tumor, and his drug use, he had expected his doctors to say, "See!", "Told you so", or something to that effect, and even thought to himself that drug use had caused the tumor. But when he mentioned this to the doctors, to his surprise, they poopoohed the notion that the drugs were responsible.