It was 1960 and as a young boy of ten I never missed the television show “ONE STEP BEYOND”.
It was 1960 and as a young boy of ten I never missed the television show “ONE STEP BEYOND”. This was a show about true and unexplained stories of the paranormal. For example: A woman is in the hospital with a fever of 105: In her delirium she keeps telling her doctor that her son just crashed into a red bridge with his car and is now on fire. The doctor dose not take it seriously until after hearing it over and over again for three hours. 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 has been saying. Now the sheriff is curious and decides to drive out to the bridge. When 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 the bridge and catches fire. The sheriff pulls the man out of his vehicle just in time to save his life. The man turns out to be the woman’s son. True story!
In another episode a man is hit on the head in a construction accident. He appears to be all rite but when he gets home 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 about to happen but she tells him that he needs to go to the hospital instead. It’s December 6th 1941.
Even at the age of ten I noticed that paranormal events such as precognitive experiences, and intuitive behavior seemed to followed head trauma and wondered if it was some kind of survival mechanism that we once possessed in our evolutionary makeup that has long ago been discarded.
On the final episode before the show went off the air the host took the whole staff down to Mexico to visit a Sharman who could see visions of events taking place far away under the influence of a yet to be identified mushroom. I was totally amazed when accompanying psychiatrists put him through a myriad of test.
He could identify page numbers from a book opened randomly from the next room. He located lost items for local natives and saw clearly photos from a book someone else was viewing a mile away.
That night, at the age of ten, I made it my life ambition to identify this mushroom and experiment with it myself.
I was now nineteen and had been working with psychoactive psilocybin mushrooms since 1967, having obtaining some samples from a friend at Brandies University, and by the end of 1969 had some amazing results with age regression, although it wasn’t the direction I initially wanted to go. I was hoping to experience ESP type abilities.
During the last few sessions I discovered that under the influence of the mushrooms I could remember vividly things long forgotten. Without the mushroom, like most people, I had memories only as far back as age five and before then…it was all bits and pieces.
Under the influence of the mushroom however I could remember as far back to some traumatic event in my life, usually being frightened, and once that event was remembered the trauma would be lifted and I could remember further back and everything in between. So I started at age five, which was as far back as I could remember without the mushroom and worked backwards.
It was amazing how the mushroom worked. It was like playing a videotape of your life except when you press play you jumped into the seen and you were there! It was like traveling back in time.
JULY 15th 1969
Subject: DAVID (4.5 grams dry cubensis mushroom - ingested)
I regress to July, 1955. I’m 5 1/2 years old.
I’m in front of my house - Dockray Street in Quincy Massachusetts. I’m walking towards Beal Street. It’s a hot sunny day and I’m wearing a blue outfit. As I pass under some maple trees I feel myself enter my character and I’m actually back in 1955. I cross the intersection of Hilda and Dockray. To my left Hilda Street is paved. To my rite Hilda Street is still a dirt road for the last hundred feet as it terminates at what was once called the Bumpity road. I can feel the sun, hear birds, crickets and the traffic up on Beal Street. AMAZING!
I can smell blacktop 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 from the top. They’re about to finish paving the street.
Steven Dubois is up at Beal Street calling me to come to him. (Steven is my age - five and a half). As I approach, 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. It’s a dead squirrel; head crushed by a car, my first encounter with a dead animal.
“Wow! I forgot all about that!” I would find myself back in my room still under the influence of the mushrooms and less than a few seconds had passed. With 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.
It would go on from there. At three; a memory of my older brother roughhousing with our collie. (I thought our dog was trying to eat him.) With that lifted I could remember everything back to when I was 2 ½ when, regressed again to late summer of 1952, re-witnessed my brother having his cast and a traction pin removed from his leg at Milton Hospital. (Lots of screaming)
That session had brought me back to crib memories. My mother verified this when I identified a room and things on the wall in a house we use to live in back in 1950. (We moved out of that house when I was three months old. She had asked me how I could possibly remember that far back.)
I ultimately regressed back to three months old but had trouble going back any further. It seemed at this age every day is a traumatic event. But I remember this dream….. I think it was a dream. Maybe I could bypass the last 90 days and remember my actual birth or even pre-natal memories by tuning in on that dream. I would try that on my next session with mushrooms…
Recorded tapes and notes taken by friend Jim D’Allasandeo
OCTOBER 20th, 1969 – MONDAY
10:00 PM – Dose: 5 grams of dried cubensis mushrooms Body weight: 168 lbs. - empty stomach
Location: Norwell Massachusetts
Session #4 - Regression
First effects felt: Twenty minutes.
Ninety minutes after ingestion: having strong visuals. I close my eyes.
11:35 PM (95 minutes after ingestion)
Regressed to mid June 1950 - I’m in a crib…I had just awakened from that dream again and I’m crying. The dream triggers an earlier memory of being in a dark place having that same dream.
Regress once again to age 9 days or so and I’m dreaming.
(THE DREAM: A linguistic interpretation of the abstract)
A cluster of strings parallel to one another and extending in both directions to infinity are all vibrating each to its own frequency. One linear string resonates the other in a harmonic exchange, creating a powerful and all encompassing cosmic song. I’m part of this song, riding an energy wave along my own harmonic string. The song sings of intangible geometric shapes, densities and mathematical equivalencies… each string sharing all its information with one another in a song that has no beginning. I am one such energy string, disembodied, without substance, vibrating in perfect harmony, with no perception of time or space… no sensation of awareness, just....ALL! Then....at a particular point along one of the parallel strings… the cosmic song is disrupted by a slight variation in frequency. This point has dropped to a lower pitch. Adjacent parallel strings in close proximity are also pulled down in pitch as to fill the void of disruption until the whole cosmic song begins to distort and slow down. As if it were audible the song grows louder as the pitch falls lower in proportion.
Sudden feeling of being, disassociation, discomfort.
A smell! A taste... a salty copper taste. Salty fluid permeating the nasals cavities and chest area...an increasing feeling of discomfort… and that mucus salty like smell
Feeling of being disconnected from the song...extreme discomfort... first audible sounds and tones now being heard...fluids discharging from nose and lungs…blinding white light…feeling of terror, the cosmic song crescendos in an abrupt deafening silence. Then quiet...very quiet for what seems to be a very long time…… no harmonics.
The memory of the song begins fading…then a noise…a loud noise from another place. It awakens me from some kind of a dream. The noise makes me feel uncomfortable....and that SMELL!! It still lingers; residual dried embryonic fluids still incrusted in parts of the posterior portions of the nasal cavities...and that taste...
Visual stimuli now coordinating with other sensory input as I am becoming self aware inside a bassinet.
(It's the 9th morning after my birth and I had that string dream again. One eye is crusted over from last nights 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...
Memories of the song fade as I receive more and more input from my new environment. A song I once understood now fades in the obscurity of the sights and sounds of my new surroundings. My ninth day on this planet is just a fleeting moment drowned in a whirlwind of sensory stimuli.
I’m falling asleep again and my head lays to the right. At this age there is little difference between dreaming and being awake.
That session I had thought I regressed as far back as one could possibly go when…
11:36 PM (96 minutes after ingestion)
“Jim! I’m having memories that are not mine!”
“I’m having detailed memories of someone’s life.”
“It’s long ago…are you still recording this?”
“I don’t know if I like this.”
“I feel like I’m floating through peoples lives.”
“Jesus…I did too much mushrooms! This is so weird!”
“Now I’m having detailed memories of someone’s life before that.”
“This is not happening!”
“I’m slowing down.”
“Are you recording this?”
“It’s very long ago - Northern Europe… I think. Language…clothing…
I have the 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 …”
“The events in her life are too detailed for me to be making it up…at this rate of speed anyway.”
“I can remember every road she walked down…people she knew… her three children…”
“One of her children!!”
“I’m beginning to enter her character…”
“It’s cold out and I’m separating grain from the husk by throwing it in the air and letting the wind carry the husk away.”
“Somehow I remember that.”
“I’m in a small field surrounded by woods. Others, with two wheel wooden carts drawn by horses, are gathering grain. People are talking around me in a language I can understand but can’t translate.”
“I think it’s morning; dew on the ground, the sun is low and I can see my breath.”
“I’m beginning to feel dizzy”
“Something is about to happen.”
“Oh Jesus! I don’t want to remember this.”
“A runaway horse and cart… crashing out of the woods and onto the field. Others working in the field are screaming – yelling – yelling.
“Excitement seems exaggerated; it’s just a runaway cart.”
“The cart is making a turn.”
“Oh God!! My child has her foot caught in it’s wheel.”
“She is being spun around. Her head is hitting the ground and going under the wheel with every revolution. I feel myself fainting….”
(I begin to feel myself floating back through people’s lives again. I understand at this point I may have just experienced a schizophrenic split in personality but the fascination of what’s going on and the detail of it all makes me want to continue.)
“It’s very long ago.”
“Memories of a man who lived in a mountainous region.”
“I feel myself entering character.”
(But I don’t enter character. Everything stops.)
“I’m now listening ……seems to include some…What is this?”
(A ringing in my ear like the after gong of a bell begins to morph into words)
“What is this?”
Zeroing in …
Can you understand us?
... sun will soon behave like a T-Tauri star when it begins to pass through a dense cloud of interstellar dust and gas beginning in the year 2012.
…nova like mass ejections
Genetic sequencing under way for species relocation.
With technological means of viewing the future…these predictions, verified by EBE-2, End
(Back in my room)
“What the fuck was that? Did you get that on tape?” .”Jim! Play back the last few seconds.”