Time And Time Again
By David Schaub
Q: What did God do before He made the universe?
A: "He was preparing Hell for those who pry to deep"
St. Augustine
(Freedom Of Information Act - Declassified White House letter to CIA November 12th 1963)
On November 12th 1963 President John F. Kennedy, having limited information on the subject because of "The Need To Know" policy,demanded the military, CIA and NSA for all information on alien presents and "unknowns." (UFOs)
ONE: He feared "unknowns" in Soviet air space could be interpretative as hostile action by the US and cause an accidental conflict.
TWO: He did not want to jeopardize national security however felt the American citizens had a rite to know and intended to give a partial disclosure speech to the nation by February.
(Ten days later the President lay dead at Parkland Hospital killed by a bullet wound to the head)
FORWARD
How does a mother know her child is in distress even when the child may be many miles away? What makes a chicken raised indoors all it's life run for cover when it sees a shadow of a hawk when its never seen one? Where does the bird get it's information on how to build a nest when it never built one? What makes animals run to higher ground an hour before a tsunami hits?
All animals, including humans, have instincts and intuitive behaviors. It is routinely passed off as just information hardwired into the brain after countless generations of successful repetitive tasks.
But when I was twenty I questioned that. What if it wasn't that at all. What if some of life's experiences are actually passed on to the following generation in some way we don't yet understand; and not just some vague collective memory but actual individual events - maybe tucked away deep in our subconscious coded somehow on the surface of certain proteins maybe, ready for quick retrieval in time of crises; a survival mechanism of sorts. Could this explain why some people under hypnosis mistakenly believed they have had a past life when actually they may have accessed an ancestral memory and thought it was their's? The Hopi tribe under the effects of peyote claim to have their ancestors communicate to them.
Could humans possess ancestral memories but during the evolutionary process loss the ability to access them as we developed language as a way to communicate? If this was true and if it could be accessed then this could have very profound anthropological and philosophical implications!
The following are preliminary studies done in the mid 1960's investigating the origins of human instincts and retrieval of ancestral memory using
O-phosphoryl-4-hydroxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine.
Using myself as a subject.
Unknown to me at this time a branch of our government had been working with this same chemical for ten years in ESP, paranormal, remote viewing and mind control experiments. One such operation now known to most Americans through the Freedom Of Information Act as MK-ULTRA and of course other operations that are still highly classified.
Chapter One
THAT ONE STEP BEYOND
It was February, 1961 and as a young boy of ten I never missed the television show "ONE STEP BEYOND"; a half hour show about true and unexplained stories of the paranormal kind. Scared the shit out of me every time! CREEPY! Unlike Twilight Zone these where true documented cases!
Let me give you an example.
Scene opens in a hospital:
A woman has had a high fever of 104 for three days when suddenly, in her delirium, she begins telling her doctor:
"My son just crashed his car into the red bridge! It's on fire!"
The doctor does not take this remark seriously until after hearing it over and over again for three hours and out of curiosity he calls the local sheriffs department and asked if there is such a bridge. The sheriff said there was and the doctor tells him what the woman said. Now the sheriff is curious and decides to drive out to the bridge fifteen miles out of town.
Seconds before he arrives a car approaching him in the other lane swerves to avoid a deer crossing the road. The car goes off the road, hits a bridge and catches fire. The sheriff arrives seconds later, pulls the unconscious man out of his vehicle, just in time to save his life. The man turns out to be the woman's son. (Cue eerie music.)
In another episode a man working a Saturday shift is hit on the head in a construction accident. He appears to be O.K. but when he gets home that evening he begins to have hallucinations about a devastating bombing attack on U.S. naval ships. He tries to convince his wife that something terrible is happening but she tells him that everything is fine and he needs to go to the hospital. It's Saturday December 6th, 1941.
Even at the age of ten I was already piecing together that all these paranormal events such as precognitive experiences, knowing something before it happens, always followed some kind of head trauma be it high fever, bump on the head, brain tumor ext...and remembering my mother commenting on just that.
She was heavily into anthropology at that time and wondered if this ESP, sixth sense, was some kind of survival mechanism that we once possessed in our evolutionary make up that has long ago been discarded do to the development of language. I was only ten at the time but I kind of knew exactly what she meant!
I always remembered that unexpected statement from my mother back in 1961. It's funny how someone can say a sentence off the top of their head and without ever realizing it end up changing the lives of more than 200,000 people many years down the line.
In one episode on a Tuesday night in February of 1961 their was no story line. Instead the host of the show took the whole staff down to Mexico to visit a shaman who could see visions and events taking place at a distant location (remote viewing) under the influence of a yet to be identified mushroom.
I was totally amazed when accompanying psychiatrists put this man and the host of the show John, who also participated as a test subject, through a myriad of tests.
Under the influence of the mushroom they could identify page numbers from a book opened randomly from someone in the next room, located lost items for local natives and saw clearly photos from a book blindfolded seeing only by touching the photo with their hands. The shaman could close his eyes and see events happening miles away.
(Does the military know about this?)
Wow! ESP abilities without head trauma!
As most children of the 1950's aspired to grow up to be an astronaut or a professional ball player that Tuesday night at the age of ten - and I remember this vividly - I made it one of my life's goal to identify this mushroom, find it and experiment with it myself one day.
Now for you consideration: A multi level short story about how one person's extraordinary abilities can be interpreted as being paranormal but when fully understood - not so - called;
"The Man Who Saw The Future"
On an island 400 years ago lived an agricultural society of people who's origins date back to antiquity.
It seems that sixty thousand years ago a volcanic eruption caused the extinction of a particular plant that supplied a vital nutrient to these peoples diet; much like our Vitamin A, without it they eventually lost their vision.
Society progressed without vision. The four senses were all that were known; hearing, smelling, tasting and sense of touch. Their eyes were thought to be a sensitive touch organ used to detect pollutants in the air due to the watery reaction to some. Any memory or past down myths of people having something called sight were long ago lost.
They learned to navigate quite well by their acute sense of smell, touching and making audible clicking noises with their tongue then gauging the sound and textured echoes off nearby objects much like the way bats navigate.
One day a horticulturist from their village, searching in the jungles for new plants, came across a fruit bearing vine never before discovered. The chewed up remains of some of the fruit laying on the ground told him that the local animals used it as a food source and was non poisonousness. He tasted it himself and found it to be very sweet and carried some samples back with him for analyses.
While walking back his eyes began to feel very strange and it didn't take him long to figure out that he is having a reaction to the fruit and as he sat down on a log to wipe his eyes an unexplainable phenomenon occurred; Light!
Within minutes shapes and shadows became visual. The horticulturist became disorientated and stunned having never experiencing anything like this!
He sat watching shadows and shapes move about not knowing what he was experiencing and as the next hour past - shapes began to take on color.
Now it was becoming intoxicating. Even though he wasn't sure what was going on he began to feel that this was somewhat wonderful but when his hands drifted past his visual field he had an Ah Ah! moment. These shapes represent objects in front of him!
Overwhelmed; for the next two hours he just sat watching his hand as he slowly opened and closed it. Putting two and two together he taught himself how to see.
The horticulturist stayed at his campsite for weeks learning objects, watching the jungle and discovered that he could even navigate about without making clicking noises. However it took many walking into trees before he learned depth perception.
When he returned to his village, now with 20/20 vision, he began telling them of the magnificent discovery but found himself coming up short trying to find the right words to explain it to them. The villagers didn't understand any of what he was talking about but were more than amazed as he demonstrated the ability to tell the future.
Seeing his neighbor a half mile away coming back from a visit with relatives he told the villagers that Kilan would be here in ten minutes pulling behind him two new goats, a new cart full of chickens and his oldest sister carrying what looks to be an infant. In the opposite direction, about three quarters a mile away he could see the hunting party returning and went on to say that five minutes after Kilan's arrival the hunting party would be returning carrying four deer.
The villagers could not understand how he could possibility know such things. They could not smell them coming for the wind was in the wrong direction. They could not hear or click echo them for they were too far away but when his neighbor showed up with all who he predicted in tow and five minutes later the hunting party with four deer the villagers were awestruck.
Interpretive by the villagers this new fruit can help one know the future. It also gives the ability to transport ones self in some way to a distant location a half mile away and gathering information while at the very same time, with a slight movement of the head, be in another location three quarters of mile away in the opposite direction and know things there too. How can one be in two places at once gathering information in locations more than a mile apart?
He tried to explain that seeing was like reaching out long distances and touching in fine detail objects in those location but they could not grasp the concept.
Soon the Tribal Elders, the ones in power who ran this island, got wind of this plant being introduced to the villagers and quickly called a village meeting in which they proclaimed a band on this plant with severe penalties for possessing it saying it creates delusions and madness and borders on sorcery and has no medical or social value.
All the villagers with their blind blank stares, now frightened, said that they would oblige however an uneasiness came over the horticulturist when he caught a glimpse of the Tribal Elders - they didn't have blank stares - their eyes were shifting back and forth........
.............nervously looking at one another. The End
Post script - Figuring the people had a rite to decide for themselves to have vision or not the horticulturist ended up getting two years in a dungeon for distributing the plant to the villagers anyway.
1969
The Man Who Saw The Past
Eight years later and now almost twenty years of age I had been working with psychoactive psilocybin mushrooms since 1967 having obtaining some samples from a friend at Brandies University.
The first two years of experimentation was establishing a dosage. There wasn't much information out there on this mushroom. It was first introduced to the western world only ten years prier through an article in the May 13th 1957 issue of Life magazine however not much more information came out after that. I did discover that it had a high tolerance build up so experimentation was limited to once every one or two months.
I started out with only one quarter dried gram of cubensis mushroom and progressed up one quarter gram every session. I'm glad I went this rout - it gave me the opportunity to adjust slowly. As any one who has taken the journey can attest - it can be a wild ride!
At four grams plus I began to have profound effects. Effects lasted 7 hours.
(It was many years later when I found that the standard dosage taken by shaman to experience paranormal activity was 6 dried grams of mushrooms. The counter culture at this time were also using this as a hallucinogen however out on the street the standard dosage was only two grams ... three grams and you were considered "Tripping balls! - Still a fairly safe dosage.)
By the end of 1969 I was up to almost five grams and beginning to have some amazing results with age regression although it wasn't the direction I initially wanted to go, I just stumbled into it. I was hoping to experience ESP type abilities similar to what I saw on that show back in 1961. I experienced no such abilities whatsoever.
However during the last few sessions I discovered that under the influence of the mushrooms and in a relaxed state I could remember, vividly, things long forgotten.
Without the mushroom, like most people, I had memories as far back as being age five - and before then It gets diluted - sketchy at best - just bits and pieces.
Under the influence of the mushroom however I could remember everything crystal clear as it would unfold in front of me. But I could remember only as far back to some traumatic event in my life (Usually just being frightened as a child) and couldn't remember much before that point.
But with the help of the mushroom that event was remembered, played out and the so called trauma would be lifted and then I could remember things even further back in my life - to age three - age two - further back and everything in between.
It was as if life's memory was a road with hills; turn around and look behind you and you see only as far back as the last hill you went over
(A memory block) remove all hills and see your point of origin. (I can see why this mushroom was showing success in psychoanalysis by psychiatrist before our government made it illegal in 1964; you can cover years of therapy in just a few minutes.)
So under the influence of the mushrooms in one session, I closed my eyes, and started to remember when I was five. I would start there. This was as far back as I could remember without the mushroom.
This is how the technique worked:
It's much easier to remember being three years old when your five then trying to remember being three years old when your twenty. So I would regress to five years old (Self hypnosis plus mushroom) and remember what I remembered as a five year old. Then I could work my way backwards. It worked great! I wanted to see just how far back I could remember! Does our brain really remember and record everything that happens in our life? I've heard it said but is it true?
(I learned later that it does record everything and I mean everything including and especially everything heard while you were sleeping or unconscious, when hearing is at a heighten state, which disturbingly came up later in a session when I was recalling an operation under anesthesia.)
Being under the influence of the mushroom was more than just remembering, it was like playing a video of your life except when you press play you actually leave your time and space, jump into the scene and you ARE there! Smells - sounds - even conversations being said in another room - small little insignificant details long forgotten all come back and are played out again as it happened, It was like traveling back in time - absolutely fascinating!
An example:
EDITED NOTES AND TAPE RECORDINGS FROM MUSHROOM SESSION: #13
JULY 15th 1969
Subject: David ******
(4.5 grams dry cubensis mushroom - ingested)
AGE: 19
LOCATION: Brandies University - Relaxed clinical setting
AGE REGRESSION #3
75 minutes after ingestion - (Counting backwards from ten to one I regress to July, 1955. - I'm 5 years old.)
Time: 10:07 PM
START RECORDING:
DAVID: " I'm in front of my house - Dockray Street in Quincy Massachusetts. I'm walking towards Beal Street. It's a hot sunny day ... I'm wearing a blue outfit... God I remember this shirt!"
(I'm seeing this like I'm viewing a dream but as I pass under some maple trees I feel myself leave 1969 and enter my character and I'm now actually back in 1955 reliving this particular day.)
DAVID: " It's mid July. Maple tree seeds...falling to the ground. You know the ones that spin like helicopters as they fall?"
Pause:
" I'm crossing the intersection of Hilda and Dockray Street. To my left Hilda Street is paved but to my rite Hilda Street is still a dirt road ending at the Bumpity road... no wall..no fence."
" I can feel the sun, hear birds, crickets and the traffic up on Beal Street. AMAZING!!"
" I can smell asphalt and tar. Kerosene road lamps are on the ground in front of the Miller's house; they're lit and look like black cannon balls with flame and thick black smoke billowing out of the top." (The sweet smell of burning kerosene is mixing with the hot day as they're about to finish paving Hilda street. I'm a washed with old memories and smells of the 1950's.)
"Steven Dubois is up at Beal street calling me to come to him."
(Steven is my age - five. Beal street is a busy street and I shouldn't be up there however no one ever told me why.)
As I walk another 100 feet and as I approach the busy street, things go dizzy. Steven is pointing down at something. It doesn't make sense at first and it takes me a while - but then I begin to understand.
Steven: "Look! A dead squirrel!" (It's head crushed by a car! My first encounter with a dead animal and my own mortality..this could be me!! I feel faint!)
"Wow! I forgot all about that!" as I pop back to 1969.
I would find myself back in the test room, eyes opened, still under the influence of the mushrooms and less than a few seconds had passed.
With the memory block of my first encounter with a dead animal lifted old lost memories begin to flood back. I could now remember quite vividly all that happened back to age three! Two years of lost memories all come flooding back. But then... I couldn't remember being two. Why?
I would now regress back to age three and play back another suppressed memory. (Does the present psychiatric community know about this?)
It would go on from there. At three; a memory of my older brother playing and roughhousing with our collie. (I thought our dog was trying to eat him.)
With that out of the way I could remember everything back to when I was two when, regressed again to August of 1952, re-witnessed my brother having his cast and a traction pin removed from his leg at the local Hospital.
My mother wanted to be in the room with my brother so they left the door to the waiting room ajar to keep an eye on me. I was playing with a picture book, sitting on the floor but I saw everything - sawing and lots of screaming!
That last mushroom session had brought me all the way back to crib memories. My mother verified this when I identified a kitchen sink that I was bathed in and items on the wall in a house we use to live in back in 1950. (We moved out of that house in June of that year when I was three months old. She had asked me how I could possibly remember that far back.)
So by using the mushroom I ultimately regressed back to three months old. Ninety days! I had trouble going back any further though - it seemed at this age every day is a traumatic event...but then while walking to the store a few days after that last session I remembered this dream I used to have and it hit me. Wow!
How could I have forgotten that? I had this dream - the very same dream every single night since I was an infant up until age six. Except on a few occasions, it was the only dream I ever had! It was such a nightly routine in my dreaming I thought everybody had this dream when they went to sleep at night and so I never questioned it. I use to call it THE STRING DREAM.
I was age six before I began asking friends why we had this String dream every night and was surprised to find they didn't. That's when I discovered other people had different dreams every night... stories - with people in them.
It's funny the day I found that out I never had that String Dream again.
Anyway, I thought maybe I could bypass the last 90 days and remember my actual birth or even in-vitro memories by tuning in on that dream.Maybe that dream holds some secrets! I would try that on my next session with mushrooms - after all what would a newborn baby dream about? Interesting!
Recorded tapes and notes taken by Jay *****
OCTOBER 20th, 1969 - MONDAY
Subject: David ******
10:00 PM - Dose: 5 grams of dried cubensis mushrooms
Body weight: 168 lbs. - empty stomach
Age: 19
Location: Norwell, Massachusetts - domestic setting
Session #14
Regression #4
First effects felt: Twenty minutes.
Ninety minutes after ingestion: Having strong visuals.
(I close my eyes and think of any dream I may had when I was 3 months old - slowly counting backwards from ten to one. I was getting good at this, I was under by seven).
Time: 11:35 PM (95 minutes after ingestion)
Regressed to early June 1950 (I'm three months old.)
BEGIN RECORDING:
DAVE: " I'm in a crib...bassinet - I just woke up from that String Dream again and I'm crying."
(The dream triggers an even earlier memory of that same dream but with much more clarity so I quickly regress again to what I guess to be three days old. I'm guessing this because when I woke up I was in a hospital setting. I now remember the dream vividly.)
The String Dream
(A linguistic interpretation of the abstract from a child three days old)
David: " A clusters of strings... an infinite in number... parallel to one another ... extending in all directions... to infinity... all vibrating in step. One linear string resonates the other...a harmonic exchange, creating ... an all encompassing cosmic song."
" I'm part of this song. The song is singing information about intangible multi-dimensional geometric shapes, densities, energy levels and equivalences - each string sharing all its information with one another in a song that has no words...no beginning."
" I feel like I'm part of the energy strings, disembodied, without substance, without time, vibrating in perfect harmony...no space... no sensation of ... pure mathematics "
Pause:
"Pure mathematics!"
" The cosmic song is being disrupted...a variation in frequency on one of the strings." (A point on one of the strings has dropped to a lower pitch as for a better word.) "Adjacent parallel strings in close proximity are also pulled down in pitch as to fill the void of disruption...now the whole song is beginning to distort and slow down." (As if it were audible the song grows louder as the pitch falls lower and lower with a sensation of being pulled inside out.)
SENSATION:
"Sudden feeling of being - disassociation - discomfort.
A smell! A taste... a salty copper taste...sea water! Salty fluid permeating the nasals cavities and chest area...an increasing feeling of discomfort - and that salt water like taste... it's... like drowning!"
SENSATION:
"Feeling of being disconnected from the String Song...extreme discomfort in legs... (first audible sounds and tones now being heard)...fluids discharging from nose and lungs - light - feeling of terror"... (The cosmic String Song crescendos in an abrupt deafening silence.)
" It's quiet...very quiet...long time... no harmonics."
"The String Song is fading... a noise...a loud noise from another place. I'm waking up from my String dream. The noise makes me feel uncomfortable. And that taste!! It still lingers." (Residual dried embryonic fluids still encrusted in parts of the posterior portions of the nasal cavities.)
SENSATION:
(Visual stimuli now coordinating with other sensory input as I am becoming self aware inside a bassinet.
It's about the 3ed day after my birth and I just had that String Dream again. One eye is crusted over from my sleep. There is an urge to remove the annoyance but an inability to figure out how.)
"A loud sound from another place makes me feel uneasy. I don't understand sounds. It carries no information. Just random noise; no harmonics like...like..."
With memories of the String Song still fading I receive more and more input from my new environment. A song I once understood now fades into the obscurity of the sights and sounds of my new surroundings. My third day on this planet is just a fleeting moment drowned in a whirlwind of sensory stimuli.
" ... I'm falling asleep again and my head is laying to the right. You know at three days old there isn't much difference between dreaming and being awake."
Remembering my birth removed my last block and I figured I had gone as far back as anyone could go when...
RECORDING:
11:46 PM (106 minutes after ingestion)
DAVID: "Jay! I'm having memories that are not mine!"
(Could it be with all traumas now removed even earlier memories are surfacing? But what memories?)
Long Pause.
DAVID: "I'm having detailed memories of someone's life." This can't be!"
"It's long ago - are you still recording this?"
"I don't know if I like this."
Pause.
"I feel like I'm floating through peoples lives. I can't explain it!"
"Jesus - five grams is too much mushrooms! This is very strange!"
Pause.
"I can... see hundreds of lives...complete life's with all their memories stretched out in front of me like...like a scenic portrait!"
"Now I'm having very detailed memories of someone's ..."
"This is not happening! My subconscious must be making this up!"
"I'm slowing down!" "I'm slowing down!"
"Are you recording this?"
(Broken speech from excitement and due to an inability to translate fast enough.)
"OHHH! It's very long ago - Northern Scandinavian...Saxon I think... language...clothing."
"I can see the whole life memory of a woman. She is distantly related to me in a way I can't explain - suffered an emotional trauma - imprinted - was past down, and now some how I ... this is so deja vu."
Pause.
"Events in her life are far too detailed for my subconscious to be making this up - at this rate of speed anyway."
"I can remember every road she ever walked down - people she knew - her three children. These memories are not mine!"
"Oh! Oh! One of her children!!"
Pause.
"I'm beginning to enter her character - oh shit!"
Pause.
(I'm afraid and a bit bewildered. I had gotten use to leaving my body, sort of speak, to visit and replay my passed childhood but this was different; I was afraid I might not find my way back! However a sense of calm and wonderment washes over me as I leave 1969 and enter this woman's character and relive a day in this women's life.)
Long Pause.
It's cold out and I'm separating grain from the chaff by throwing it in the air and letting the wind carry the chaff away. Somehow I remember that. (A very strong deja vu - nostalgic feeling washes over me again along with a strong feeling of adrenalin - like you get after you sneeze or when your suddenly frightened.)
Pause.
I'm in a small field surrounded by woods. I know this place! Others with two wheel wooden carts drawn by horses are gathering grain. I know this place! I know this place!
Pause.
People are talking around me in a language I can understand... but can't translate. Strange!
It's morning; dew still on the ground, the sun is low and I can see my breath...we don't usually harvest in the early morning but the rains will be hear soon and...how do I know this?
Pause.
I'm beginning to feel dizzy
"The squirrel!!"
(A subconscious connection is made)
"The squirrel!!"
"Something is about to happen!"
"Oh Jesus! I don't want to remember this."
Pause. (Agitated)
"A runaway horse and cart ... crashing out of the woods and onto the field. Others working in the field are screaming ... yelling ... yelling -there are bees buzzing the horse."
Pause.
"Yelling seems exaggerated; it's just a runaway cart..."
Pause.
"Oh God!! My child has her foot caught in its wheel.
"'Tiala!"
"She is being spun around! Her head is hitting the ground and going under the wheel of the cart with every revolution! I'm fainting."
(There is a quick flash of me standing on Beal street with Steven Du Boise pointing at a dead squirrel; I have the sensation of some sort of genetic filing taking place; a reinforced memory of wheels and it's deadly consequences. then - trauma lifted. I begin to feel myself floating back through people's lives again...back further in time.
I understand at this point I may have just experienced a psychotic episode and a split in personality however I was fascinated by what was happening and the exquisitely fine detail of it all - so I continued.)
DAVID: " I'm going further back...It's very, very, long ago."
"A man ... lives in a mountainous region. I remember him!"
"Oh God... I remember this!"
Pause.
"I can feel myself leaving...I'm going to enter his character."
(But I don't enter his character. Everything stops.)
"I'm slowing down!"
"I'm slowing down!"
Long pause.
(In confusion my speech becomes very broken)
"I'm now listening ... seems to include some ... What is this!?"
(A ringing in my ears like the after gong of a bell begins to morph into a high pitched whine like that of a sacata bug; like the ones you hear on a hot summer's day. I pop back to the present and I open my eyes to end the session due to this unusual noise and see Jay sitting there with the tape recorder - frozen!)
Dave: "Jay!" (No answer.)
11:59:06 - I noticed that the second hand had stopped on the clock next to me and then realized I was frozen as well. Even my visuals stopped. The only thing that had any movement in the room was the image coming into focus on the T.V. set that now seems to be on. Strange!
As two figures come into focus on the T.V. screen my first reaction is confusion. I don't know what I'm looking at. I'm wondering if they are some kind of animals maybe - skinned goats or something - just morphing mushroom hallucinations? Still I can't figure out what I'm looking at.
Then, and I don't know why, I get the sudden feeling like my heart and blood pressure are being monitored. Strange! Then panic sets in. Panic so intense I can't breath...can't move. I CAN'T MOVE!?
Now I can't tell if the feeling of being immobilized is control by an external means or I'm just paralyzed from self induced fear. I'm trying very hard to maintain an objective view here. This has never happened before.
I'm thinking it's just too much mushrooms that's all! Classical delusional paranoia% - it must be! Just ride it out!
(I now hear the high pitched sound moving higher in register now sounding more like the whine of a mosquito and then higher still - out of my hearing range all together and replaced by words. However the words have no sound and yet seem to be coming from the eyes of the things on the television set. The information comes at me so fast I can only understand pieces.)
Things on the TV: (coming in very broken)
" Shtaaaaaag beey
Shtaaaaaag be
Staaaan be ... Stannd beee ... Stannd by ... Stand by
Zeroing in ...
Coordinating your time... location... can you understand...contact...
communication system...
instantaneously through interstellar distances.
Genetic material...in frozen dormant states tucked away in pieces of interplanetary debris from asteroid impacts on other worlds in distant past...arrived on your planet ... your genealogy goes back to other worlds that existed billions of years ago... DNA molecule replicating it self into creatures that existed on other ...
...original deposited genetic material still exist on some of your frozen moons...
... DNA is life - it is intelligent...biologically tera formed this planet...some of this same DNA landed on many other planets billions of years before yours ... they are now...
(I become very uncomfortable now - mind racing. I'm fully aware at this very moment that if this is just me talking to myself in my mind then I am truly having a bona fide schizophrenic breakdown. That idea was terrifying enough - however - more terrifying was what if this information is not coming from me? - I want to stop now ! )
...evolutionary brain development when... given... and dormant information... encoded in your DNA is historical information... star systems ... why...making contact at this time ...shock wave from your galactic core along with interstellar...can...gravity wave...sun will soon behave like a variable star beginning in the early part of your next century ... extreme flaring...nova type solar mass ejections.
Genetic sequencing under way ...
...avoiding social and cultural shock...
... conditioning... disclosure will then... species relocation.
With technological means of determining the future - these predictions verified by EBE 3 "
(At this point I become unfrozen and the second hand on the clock next to me starts to move again as Jay begins to speak. However Jay's voice sounds like a tape player slowly coming up to speed from a dead stop.)
Jay: "AAARRRREEEE YOUUUU O.K. DAVE?"
In a panic I jump up: "What the fuck was that? Did you get that on tape? Jay!Play back the last few seconds!"
(I see Jay instead rewind to the very beginning of the evenings session and then press play.)
TAPE: " I'm in a crib, bassinet - I just woke up from that String Dream again and I'm crying. Are you O.K Dave? What the fuck was that? Did you get that on tape? Jay! Play back the last few seconds."
Tape ends.
I asked: "Is that it? Where's the rest?"
Jay answered; "What rest?"
"The String Dream, the run away horse in the field, solar mass ejections, DNA?"
Jay (very confused): "We just started a few seconds ago!"
(I looked at the clock and it's 11:35PM again.)
After that session on mushrooms I was very close to discontinuing with this experimentation. This was wayout of my league. And that last part involving the TV and something about DNA and the sun...What was that?
I had to consider it to be just a hallucination because I didn't understand any of it. Probably just my subconscious trying to process my last biology and science courses much like our dreams do in a non sensible way so I totally dismissed that part.
However the implications of any the scenarios prier to that were all profound to say the least.
Either I had lost touch with reality with too much neurochemicals, which is not good by the way, or I could have actually stumbled upon a way to tap into some kind of ancestral memory.
The fact that nothing was recored on the tape recorder at all should of told me that it was time to give it up.
However I remember on occasions nodding off for two minutes and having a dream that I swear was two hours long. Does that mean I did not have that dream? What if accessing ancestral memories requires a different way of understanding time? Or what if I'm just trying to convince myself so... in denial...avoiding the possibility that I may be slipping into schizophrenia.
After weeks of indecision I decided to try one more session with the stipulation that I substantiate an event that I could not otherwise possibly know from a passed generation and then verify that it happened.
My grandparents had all passed away. The only way was to draw out a memory from either my mother or fathers childhood and then verify it with them. Could that be done?
I would try that in my next session.
Chapter Two
OUR RELIGIONS
Solar Region 10759 spawned a major class M8 flare today accompanied by a weak proton enhancement and strong radio emissions. The coronal mass ejection from this event appears (based on preliminary LASCO data) to be fairly squarely Earthward-directed. As a result, the Earth has a higher probability of passing through an influential magnetic cloud associated with the ejected solar plasma. Most forecast centers are anticipating a major geomagnetic storm on 15 and 16thof May, 2005. We do not differ. This event has the potential to be quite influential and could even produce periods of severe geomagnetic storm conditions (perhaps brief K-indices of 7 or higher) after it arrives. Our arrival estimate is based on Type II shock velocity estimates, which are notoriously less reliable than plane of sky measurements from LASCO. END
Above is the latest LASCO data available at the time of this writing. Please keep in mind this is the largest recorded solar outburst since we began observing our sun with advanced satellite technology.
I know the Sun has been classified generally as in a steady-state condition, scientist know full well that there are minor fluctuations in Solar conditions which cause minor Solar weather changes and possible disruptions upon earth such a glacial periods, and these are normal. However, I now believe the Sun could be a variable output star or a T-Tauri type star constantly flaring up in a cyclic pattern.
Our recorded history goes back only six thousand years and it maybe that the sun goes through cycles that are much longer than that span of time.
Our sun may go through extremely long cycles and I found a person who agrees with this, a Dr. Paul La Violette who suggested that early man maybe as far back as 80,000 years ago began to recoded such events and passed on that information. This information is now lost in the obscurity of ancient myths and legends and it may be time we start sifting through this data.
For example there are warnings found in ancient and sacred writings including Greek, ancient Sumerian Text, and the Old Testament about the Sun and other heavenly bodies that need to be investigated by the scientific community.
It has been discovered that the Mayan ancient star lore connected with the Sagittarius and Scorpius constellations indicated the location of our galactic center, a feat only recently achieved by modern astronomers, it further conveyed the idea of an explosive outburst from the center of our galaxy, and specified a significant past date:
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