Heads Up: Terence McKenna Rant

From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
Date: Wed, Aug 6, 2003

I'm fixing to post to a.b.s. some MP3 excerpts from a new CD of Terence
McKenna speaking at Starwood a few years ago, "Conversations at the
Edge of Magic".

I consider McKenna a very interesting and funny speaker, well-spoken, a
fine entertainer, and I also think he took too many psychedelic
mushrooms and kinda went WELL MAYBE JUST A TINY LITTLE SMIDEON OF A TAD
BIT *OVERBOARD* with it. Which, you know... these things happen.

I have been known to put the occasional gobble on those mushrooms
myself, and other psychedelics that he discusses, but I never went for
the "heroic doses" espoused by St. McKenna. This may be why I don't
believe hardly any of the wacky shit that he believes. But, I like the
way he says it, like a crazy hippie Mister Rogers who reads all the
trendiest hippie science and new age books.

I did do a "heroic dose" of LSD when I was only 16, in the form of
"orange barrels," and it greatly changed my life for better and worse.
I spent years coming to grips with it. Then I had to get over all the
shit that helped me come to grips with it. I certainly would not be
here now if I had not done that first megadose of LSD. (At the time, I
had never tried alcohol, and had only smoked pot thrice.)

That is why, nowadays, when somebody says, "STANG, TRY THIS NEW DRUG,
IT'LL CHANGE YOUR LIFE," (which happens a lot, since they keep
inventing new drugs) I reply, "None for me, thanks," because to tell
the honest truth, I don't want ANYTHING about my life changed right
now. I finally got everything just perfect, and I'd just as soon not
rock the boat.

In the later half of the album, not posted, McKenna raves about salvia
divinorum, a plant that as far as I know is still legal. I can't figure
out where he's coming from with this. I've done that shit about 19
different ways and it takes VAST quantities before time starts sliding
around. Which it will, but it only lasts SECONDS (well, as measured --
not subjectively, of course! That's the whole idea.) )

Book of the SubGenius, page 152, states that in all cases when you
think you've achieved a mystical state while on drugs, you were
actually merely "Drunk as a Lord." In other words, those aliens and
elves and Gaia spirit? THEY AREN'T REALLY THERE. Just because they're
"real" for you doesn't mean they're REALLY REAL. For you, yeah, sure.
(Screwball.)

The LSD did help in the methodical, reasoned chore of assembling that
selfsame Book of the SubGenius, I must vouchsafe, but that was more in
the same way that coffee was a help.

That Terence McKenna died of a brain tumor DOES NOT BODE WELL but then,
crazy old Indians chowed down on that shit for centuries, and they
didn't all die of brain tumors.

OR DID THEY?

Not to make you PARANOID or anything.

The whole album is much longer and comes, or will come from the catalog
at http://www.rosencomet.com

(Princess Wei and I did the artwork for the cover. The first printing,
anyway. That cover art might change, so, hey, call it a collector's
item.)

A.C.E. also carries a "Leary at Starwood" and a "Stang at Starwood."
Mine... may not actually be the funniest. But the cover on mine is by
Atom Funway so, there's that.

--
4th Stangian Orthodox MegaFisTemple Lodge of the Wrath of Dobbs Yeti,
Resurrected (Rev. Ivan Stang, prop.)
PRABOB

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From: El Queso <""the_cheese_23\"@(nospam)yahoo.com>

Rev. Ivan Stang wrote:
> I'm fixing to post to a.b.s. some MP3 excerpts from a new CD of Terence
> McKenna speaking at Starwood a few years ago, "Conversations at the
> Edge of Magic".
>
> I consider McKenna a very interesting and funny speaker, well-spoken, a
> fine entertainer, and I also think he took too many psychedelic
> mushrooms and kinda went WELL MAYBE JUST A TINY LITTLE SMIDEON OF A TAD
> BIT *OVERBOARD* with it. Which, you know... these things happen.
>
> I have been known to put the occasional gobble on those mushrooms
> myself, and other psychedelics that he discusses, but I never went for
> the "heroic doses" espoused by St. McKenna. This may be why I don't
> believe hardly any of the wacky shit that he believes. But, I like the
> way he says it, like a crazy hippie Mister Rogers who reads all the
> trendiest hippie science and new age books.

I like McKenna quite a bit, and also believe only a small percentage of
what he espoused, but I lOVE the way he talked. It's like Mr. Rogers
with NLP training. He is so non-dogmatic in how he puts things. Nothing
"IS" with Terrance, it just "appears to be" and I like that.

> I did do a "heroic dose" of LSD when I was only 16, in the form of
> "orange barrels," and it greatly changed my life for better and worse.
> I spent years coming to grips with it. Then I had to get over all the
> shit that helped me come to grips with it. I certainly would not be
> here now if I had not done that first megadose of LSD. (At the time, I
> had never tried alcohol, and had only smoked pot thrice.)
>
> That is why, nowadays, when somebody says, "STANG, TRY THIS NEW DRUG,
> IT'LL CHANGE YOUR LIFE," (which happens a lot, since they keep
> inventing new drugs) I reply, "None for me, thanks," because to tell
> the honest truth, I don't want ANYTHING about my life changed right
> now. I finally got everything just perfect, and I'd just as soon not
> rock the boat.
>
> In the later half of the album, not posted, McKenna raves about salvia
> divinorum, a plant that as far as I know is still legal. I can't figure
> out where he's coming from with this. I've done that shit about 19
> different ways and it takes VAST quantities before time starts sliding
> around.

Here is the probable problem - either A) it doesn't work for you at all
(making you part of the ten percent) or B) You haven't burned the shit
hot enough. My advice - use a torch lighter with a glass implement and
sprinkle concentrated salvia extract (2X or 4X) on top your bowl. Do it
in a large, glass tube (a dong, or whatever they call those things).
From what I've heard - unless it is burned at a really high temp - it
won't do much.
I had a friend do a bit and he stood up to go somewhere quickly - we
just told him to have a seat, and that everything was cool. When he
realized he was still on terra firma - he laughed so hard and so long
that I would have been terrified had it continued for one more moment.
All was well, though. This is the least toxic psychedelic I know of. No
tummy-crampin squirty-butt, no grindy teeth and achy bones - just a
relaxed "hmm, that was weird". It is also still legal in most states
because anyone who smokes a joint or pipeload of it gets nothing but a
semi-minty taste in their mouth. At it's strongest - I haven't seen it
last longer than 3-5 minutes.
Cheers,
Queso

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From: nenslo <nenslo@yahooX.com>

Some of the most interesting people I know of have suffered a severe
head injury of one sort or another. Ellen G. White, foundress of the
Second Day Adventists was struck in the face with a rock as a child
and remained unconscious for days. Werner Erhard fell from a second
story fire escape onto a concrete sidewalk before age 5. Jean
Houston, author and psychic to Hilary Clinton suffered a head injury
in college and 4 months later was visited by her future self from 20
years ahead. Alleged psychic Peter Hurkos fell 4 stories from a
ladder while painting a house in Holland in 1941. John C. Lilly M.D.
fell out of a tree onto his head and had a conversation with his
guardian angel before returning to his body. And some folks just get
really loaded over and over and over.

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From: bobdiddley@aol.com (Bobdiddley)

And Lobsang Rampa made the passage when an unfortunate idiot fell out of an
apple tree in Windsor.


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