This is one of I lie most pleasant and exciting psychological changes which occurs. There's a little spot in your mind which tells you when you think something is funny and grass expands that liitle spot until that little spot takes over and everything is funny. Eveiything. Your friend's teeth are a riot. A simple " He Lb" brings on storms of laughter. And something which is genuinely funny, like hearing a good joke or watching the Marx Brothers, can turn you into a convulsive maniac, writhing in agony and pleading for help. Going out in public in this mood can be a risky act because of the laughing problem, as you find yourself, laughing at people who are not stoned and fail to see what is so amusing. Sometimes they hit you."
lack Margolis. and Richard Clorfene A Child's Gorden of Grass. 1060
this A-bomb of pharmacology, the most powerful hallucinogen the world had even known, was hailed as a ,,psychotomimelic.''-a fitting treatment for a schizophrenic wodd. Sure enough, LSD mimicked psychosis in clinical settings where doctors and patients expected it to. It is the nature of sorcerers' medicines to exaggerate the natural mind.
But in the lively information transfer of modem communications, nothing stays in the lab very long. Poets and artists who had long since learned about pot were ready for acid, and the psychologists gave it to them-in Prague, in Palo Alto, maybe even in Peking. The age of "psychedelics" dawned-with dozens, then thousands, then millions turning on. Kesey brought it out of the mental wards; Leary and Alpert took it to Harvard, Ginsberg to India, Snyder to Japan. Distraught lawmen likewise tried lo take prohibition worldwide, with treaties like the U.N. Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs (l96l)-an agreement made silly by the spectacle of nations like India promising to stop the use of prehistoric sacraments in 25 years. Stateside, omnibus drug bills collided liead-on with the Merry Pranksters' magic bus, and both rolled into histoxy the worse for wear. Age-old scenes recurred in mo den i guise; a whole army of Americans, like their French predecessors, tried pot and heroin in Vietnam, Coffee, cocaine, marijuana and heroin became the chief export crops of ancient psychedelic, lands in Mexico and South America. Youth all over the vvorjd started growing its own weed and magic mushrooms. Drugs once despised emerged resplendent in the middle class, and the "polydrug subculture" was a minority no more-if it ever was.
"Where, then, will the next evolutionary slot: occur?
Within the human cortex." ,¿.-'4 ffireffi»^ Timothy Uary'i'nd Richard Alpert 'The Politics if Consci outness Ex [inns* >/)«" 1963
And what of the future? ''Specific kinds of performance might be selectively enhanced by deliberate structuring of psychedelic-agent administration,'' wrote Willis Harman and James Fadiman with uncanny foresight in 1966. The sorcerer's skills of selection and technology will escalate the use of specific drugs for specific purposes: sometimes singly, sometimes combined, sometimes unwisely but sometimes offering more education in an evening than in 20 years of school.. Deadlier brain poisons and lovelier love drugs than the modem mind can comprehend may rule the wodd. Already, hybrid chemicals like DOB and MMDA float through the minds of adventurous souls. Work drugs, play drugs, body drugs, spirit drugs; there will be more, not less.
Alchemists will continue finding new and risky molecules. Use of plant drugs and derivatives, unceasing for three million years, will, continue lo blanket a shrinking wodd under the watchful eyes of communications satellites. Narcomaniac police will try to slop the inevitable. New worlds in far dimensions remain to be explored; we may greet strange forms of consciousness on some of them. Inner space meets outer space; a galactic exchange on untold planets intertwine. And it's good to be alive, in the morning of space lime.
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