A brief passage in human Timing

Harassée d’informations et de network, sous le joug d’une survivance orchestrée, l’humanité est en train de perdre tout contact avec sa mystique. Les codes universelles sombrent peu à peu sous les eaux troubles des croyances matérialistes.
Les quêtes de l’éternel se joue sur l’échiquier mondiale de la finance spéculative où l’or noir remplace désormais la foi.
Et l’homme sage meurt.

Il faisait sombre lorsque je pris mon premier trip. Personne autour de moi. Seul mon ami me veillait. La monté fut vertigineuse, presque brutale. Ce qui m’entourait calmement se mis à s’agiter de soubresauts erratique. Mon sang lui-même devenait vertigineux. Je le sentais en moi affluer en longues tornades spiroïdales. Mon corps s’affaissait à mesure que mon esprit s’envolait vers….

L’homme sage se meurt car il ne trouve plus matière à sa sagesse. Le rythme trépident des machines outils automatisées crépitent en lui comme la guerre jadis, ravageait les territoires lointains. Pourtant, l’homme sage sait. Et plus que jamais, l’humanité fut en situation de manquer de savoir. Savoir ancestral de l’équilibre des forces qui maintiennent l’équilibre global. Plus que jamais, l’homme devrait se retourner vers son sacré, vers sa dimension extra-humaine, pour y retrouver sa véritable essence.
Et l’homme moderne meurt.

Ce fut une fusion. Une fusion avec le tout. Indescriptible savoir que je traversais, émerveillé par la cohérente beauté de la logique universelle à l’état pure.

T.O.U.T.. E.T.A.I.T.. A.. S.A..P.L.A.C.E.

Et même moi, petit engin spatial au cœur de l’infini, je me mouvais avec la grâce de l’innocence.
Et lorsque j’en revins. Lorsque ce voyage s’acheva. Tout se qu’il m’en resta fut….
Un sourire.

Exhausted from information and of network, under the yoke of an orchestrated survival, humanity is losing any contact with its mystic. The universal codes sink little by little under turbid water of the materialist beliefs.
The searches of the eternal is played on the world affairs’ scene of speculative finance where the black gold replaces from now on the faith.
And the wise man dies.

It was was dark when I taken my first trip. Nobody around me. Only my friend took care me. Gone up was vertiginous, almost brutal. What surrounded me calmly put to be agitated suddenly by erratic starts. My blood itself became vertiginous. I felt it in me to flow in long spiroid tornadoes. My body subsided as my spirit flew away towards….

The wise man dies because it does not find any more matter with its wisdom. The rate/rhythm vibrate of the automated machine tools rattle in him like the war formerly devastated far territories. However, the wise man knows. And more than ever, humanity is in situation to miss knowing. Ancestral knowledge about the balance of forces which maintain the global balance. More than ever, the man should turned over towards its sacred, towards his extra-human dimension, to find his genuine essence there.
And the modern man dies.

It was a fusion. A fusion with the whole. Indescribable knowledge that I crossed, filled with wonder by the coherent beauty at universal logic to the state pure.

E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G..W.A.S..A.T..I.T.S..R.I.G.H.T..P.L.A.C.E

And even me, small space engine in the middle of infinite, I was driven with the grace of innocence.
And when I returned from there. When this voyage was completed. All that it me remained about it was….
A smile.

FRAGMENT OF OCEAN

Experimental pictures by Jeffe

RE-EVOLUTION

Re-Evolution
by Terence McKenna









If the truth can be told so as to be understood, it will be believed.

Human history represents such a radical break with the natural systems of biological organization that preceded it, that it must be the response to a kind of attractor, or dwell point that lies ahead in the temporal dimension. Persistently Western religions have integrated into their theologies the notion of a kind of end of the world, and I think that a lot of psychedelic experimentation sort of confirms this intuition, I mean, it isn't going to happen according to any of the scenarios of orthodox religion, but the basic intuition, that the universe seeks closure in a kind of omega point of transcendance, is confirmed, it's almost as though this object in hyperspace, glittering in hyperspace, throws off reflections of itself, which actually ricochet into the past, illuminating this mystic, inspiring that saint or visionary, and that out of these fragmentary glimpses of eternity we can build a kind of map, of not only the past of the universe, and the evolutionary egression into novelty, but a kind of map of the future, this is what shamanism is always been about, a shaman is someone who has been to the end, it's someone who knows how the world really works, and knowing how the world really works means to have risen outside, above, beyond the dimensions of ordinary space, time, and casuistry, and actually seen the wiring under the board, stepped outside the confines of learned culture and learned and embedded language, into the domain of what Wittgenstein called "the unspeakable," the transcendental presense of the other, which can be absanctioned, in various ways, to yield systems of knowledge which can be brought back into ordinary social space for the good of the community, so in the context of ninety percent of human culture, the shaman has been the agent of evolution, because the shaman learns the techniques to go between ordinary reality and the domain of the ideas, this higher dimensional continuum that is somehow parallel to us, available to us, and yet ordinarily occluded by cultural convention out of fear of the mystery I believe, and what shamans are, I believe, are people who have been able to de-condition themselves from the community's instinctual distrust of the mystery, and to go into it, to go into this bewildering higher dimension, and gain knowledge, recover the jewel lost at the beginning of time, to save souls, cure, commune with the ancestors and so forth and so on. Shamanism is not a religion, it's a set of techniques, and the principal technique is the use of psychedelic plants. What psychedelics do is they dissolve boundaries, and in the presence of dissolved boundaries, one cannot continue to close one's eyes to the ruination of the earth, the poisoning of the seas, and the consequences of two thousand years of unchallenged dominator culture, based on monotheism, hatred of nature, suppression of the female, and so forth and so on. So, what shamans have to do is act as exemplars, by making this cosmic journey to the domain of the Gaian ideas, and then bringing them back in the form of art to the struggle to save the world. The planet has a kind of intelligence, that it can actually open a channel of communication with an individual human being. The message that nature sends is, transform your language through a synergy between electronic culture and the psychedelic imagination, a synergy between dance and idea, a synergy between understanding and intuition, and dissolve the boundaries that your culture has sanctioned between you, to become part of this Gaian supermind, I mean I think it's fairly profound, it's fairly apocalyptic. History is ending. I mean, we are to be the generation that witnesses the revelation of the purpose of the cosmos. History is the shock wave of the eschaton. History is the shock wave of eschatology, and what this means for those of us who will live through this transition into hyperspace, is that we will be privileged to see the greatest release of compressed change probably since the birth of the universe. The twentieth century is the shudder that announces the approaching cataracts of time over which our species and the destiny of this planet is about to be swept.

If the truth can be told so as to be understood, it will be believed.

The emphasis in house music and rave culture on physiologically compatible rhythms and this sort of thing is really the rediscovery of the art of natural magic with sound, that sound, properly understood, especially percussive sound, can actually change neurological states, and large groups of people getting together in the presence of this kind of music are creating a telepathic community of bonding that hopefully will be strong enough that it can carry the vision out into the mainstream of society. I think that the youth culture that is emerging in the nineties is an end of the millenium culture that is actually summing up Western civilization and pointing us in an entirely different direction, that we're going to arrive in the third millenium, in the middle of an archaic revival, which will mean a revival of these physiologically empowering rhythm signatures, a new art, a new social vision, a new relationship to nature, to feminism, to ego. All of these things are taking hold, and not a moment too soon.

Terence McKenna Land
The Deoxyribonucleic Hyperdimension

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Music from the Shamen - Video by Jeffe

I A-M

I am here
Long train
of gold dust
pilded up
by centuries.
Silence surounds
my thoughts.
I have no more thoughts.
No other places
fit me so deliciously.
I am here and
I wait for dawn.
The sun prepare
its glorious evening light
Is it for me ?
Let me believe that...


In a while
I will capture
one more secret...

THE DEATH OF ADAM

I am Adam.
God created me.
I was knowing nothing
about my Creator.
And the day I met my Father,
I betrayed him…

who would say I am a fool ?
As battling against my own reflection,
I dig the ground in search of my roots
and find there only sins of desolation.
So for my penance,
I get isolation to fill
my questioning.

Who do I hear ?
seating by laughing at the corner
of their restricted visions.
That they hear nothing
of the somber shouts the deported souls have.
But I hear those screams
deep in the ground I sink.

At the edge of a disintegrating land
that you will call Paradise,
I fall in emptiness of a brain surgery
Collapsing certitudes of a virgin mind
at the floor of the rusted mankind to come.
I am born of God wishes
but men will grow from my sins.

Humanity, crucify me !
I am the sin father of all of you.
I feel your scathing glance
pointing at me the last judgment
as expiation to the golden meaning's dust.
Crucify me and forget me.

I am Adam,
I am God’ son.
And today,
I die
For men’s multiplication.

LA MORT D'ADAM

Je suis Adam.
Dieu m'a créé.
Je ne savais rien
au sujet de mon créateur.
Et le jour j'ai rencontré mon père,
Je l'ai trahi…

Qui dira que je suis un imbécile ?
Comme luttant contre ma propre réflexion,
Je creuse la terre à la recherche de mes racines
et je n'y trouve seulement que les pêchés de la désolation.
Alors pour ma expiation,
J'obtiens l'isolement pour emplir
mon questionnement.

Qui est-ce que j'entends ?
Assis en riant du coin
de leurs visions restreintes.
Qu'ils n'entendent rien
des cris sombres que les âmes déportées ont.
Mais j'entends ces gémissements
profondément dans le sol que je coule .

Au bord d'une terre en désintégration
que vous appellerez le paradis,
Je tombe dans le vide d'une chirurgie cérébrale
Certitudes s'effondrant d'un esprit vierge
au parterre d'une l'humanité rouillée à venir.
Je suis né des souhaits de Dieu
mais les hommes se répandront de mes péchés.

L'humanité, crucifie-moi !
Je suis le père des péchés de vous tous.
Je sens votre regard virulent
dirigeant vers moi le dernier jugement
comme expiation à la poussière sur la sens d'or.
Crucifie-moi et oublie-moi.





Je suis Adam,
Je suis fils de Dieu.
Et aujourd'hui,
Je meurs
Pour la multiplication des hommes.