OCTOBER In 1956, Moore, who was in reality a CIA operative specializing in the synthesis of psychoactive and chemical weapons for the CIA, offered R.
In 1956, Moore, who was in reality a CIA operative specializing in the synthesis of psychoactive and chemical weapons for the CIA, offered R. Gordon Wasson a $2,000 grant from the agency's front group, The Geschikter Foundation, and invited himself along on Wasson's next expedition. Wasson, like Dr. Hofmann, had no idea as to Moore's true identity. Moore was hoping to obtain samples of the mushroom, isolate their active principles and provide the CIA with some new "mind-control" toys. The CIA was also researching a far more exotic field; that of psychic powers. Experiments conducted by Dr. J. B. Rhine of Duke University resulted in fairly concrete evidence for the existence of what was commonly refereed to as "extrasensory perception" or ESP now called intuitive abilities. The CIA decided to further explore this avenue of science, as the idea of agents able to read minds was a possibility the intelligence agency couldn't pass up. CIA scientists were searching for compounds useful for extracting confessions, locating stolen or lost objects, perhaps even predicting the future. Visionary mushrooms were of special interest in these investigations.
Moore collected specimens for his CIA-sponsored research and returned to Maryland, where he endeavored to isolate for the CIA the active principle of the mushrooms. Unfortunately for Moore he was unable to find the active ingredients.
Psilocybin (4-phosphoryloxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine) The amounts of these compounds present in the hallucinogenic mushrooms are highly variable, with Psilocybe, cubensis -- one of the most active species -- typically yielding up to 1.3% psilocybin. What purpose these psychedelic compounds serve in the life cycle of the mushrooms is a mystery.
I 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. During the last few sessions I discovered 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’s all bits and pieces. I discovered I could use the effects of the mushrooms to push that back a few years. Using the mushroom I could remember as far back to some traumatic event in my life. (Usually being frightened) Once that event was remembered I could remember further back and everything in between. So I started at 5 and worked backwards. It was amazing how the mushroom worked. It was like playing a video tape of your life except when you press play you jumped into the seen and you were there! It was like traveling back in time.
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 enter my character and 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. 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. Memory block 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 rough housing 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 last session had brought me back to crib memories. This was verified by my mother 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 during my last session. It seemed at this age every day is a traumatic event….but I remember this dream….. I think it was a dream about a dream. Maybe I could bypass the last 90 days by tuning in on that dream. Then five days later…
Ninety minutes after ingestion: having strong visuals…close my eyes.
11:35 PM (95 minutes after ingestion)
Regressed to mid June 1950 - I’m in a crib…I had just awaken 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.
( linguistic interpretation of the abstract )
A cluster of strings parallel to one another and extending in both directions to infinitely 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 gravitated 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.
SENSATION: Sudden feeling of being, disassociation, discomfort.
SENSATION: 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 . SENSATION: 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.
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…
11:35 PM (95 minutes after ingestion)
I’m having memories that are not mine!
I’m having detailed memories of someone’s life.
It’s long ago…
I don’t know if I like this.
I feel like I’m floating through peoples lives.
Jesus…I did too much mushrooms!
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 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…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 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…
(… The squirrel!)
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.
Excitement seems exaggerated; it’s just a runaway cart.
The cart is making a turn.
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 about 900 years ago… I feel myself entering character…..
But don’t enter character.
I’m no longer in……..
However I’m not back in my room…
I’m now listening ……seems to include some….
What is this?
(A ringing --- like the after gong of a bell… beginning 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 0% survival. Genetic sequencing under way for species relocation…with technological means of viewing the future…these predictions, verified by EBE-2, End
11:35 PM (in my room) “What the fuck was that?” 11:35? Still?… Impossible! .”Play back the last few seconds.”