…the Riverside Campfire, we learned that vanessa had been up at the mission to the radio, to the bush pilot who had whisked Dave from our midst. The pilot was willing to follow vanessa's intent and think of us as a low grade emergency and would return…

…a gathering time but in a few days all the families would leave and there would be ample empty housing in the jungle. Dave, Dennis and vanessa had already inspected one place and determined it to be ideal, close to good. Insect and plant collecting and…

…down the load. Throughout the making of breakfast the events of the last evening were re discussed and dissected. Vanessa and Dave were unmoved by Dennis's excited assertion that some extremely peculiar energy field had been tapped into and verified. At the…

…the flavor, but in Sia's head I'm sure it was this loose. As we put off from Puerto Leguizamo, we were therefore six: vanessa, Dave, Ev, Dennis and myself and Sia Six people. Sia hated me. Ev had left him in st Augustine and come to Bogota, where they…

…makes very good sense that ev should come eventually. There was mutual agreement that she should come with us. However in the meantime, Dave who had not kept track of this intrigue, cabled Sia and invited him to meet us in Florencia and come with us…

…us in Florencia and come with us into the Amazon. We piled on a vintage Colombian air force plane and then landed at Florencia: Dave, Vanessa, ev Dennis and I, ev's dog and ten tons of equipment which was to be transported down the putumayo. Sia was at…

…an hour had passed and everyone had become comfortable with the pleasant plateau of hypnagogic imagery, someone initiated a discussion. It was Dave or Dennis, Dennis I believe. He said that we were now loaded in the home territory of the secret and so…

…situation in being. Conversation waxed hot and heavy ev Dennis and I, passionate defenders of the latter view, vanessa and Dave insisting on a psychological reductionist approach to the unusual events, ideology forgotten they then denounced the passion of our…

…night, the warm enfolding fog over the pasture. Discussion: not all should go. A delegation, who should it be? Dennis nominated Dave and myself, calling Dave the least skeptical, me the most. Vanessa objected to me as most skeptical, suggesting instead that…

…fog over the pasture. Discussion: not all should go. A delegation, who should it be? Dennis nominated Dave and myself, calling Dave the least skeptical, me the most. Vanessa objected to me as most skeptical, suggesting instead that Dave and Dennis should…

…school friend of mine from the experimental college in Berkeley, trained in anthropology and photography and traveling on her own. And Dave, Another old friend, of mine, a gay meditator, a maker of pottery, an embroiderer of blue jeans and like vanessa, a…

…Dave and myself, calling Dave the least skeptical, me the most. Vanessa objected to me as most skeptical, suggesting instead that Dave and Dennis should go. I heartily agreed not actually wishing to visit the dark and dewy pasture myself and having no…

…I called it continuing the program of investigations that brought us to la torera in the first place. For vanessa and Dave the reality of the dimension we were exploring or rather our growing insistence that somehow it was a dimension with elements…

…carefully through the barbed wire wet to my fingers but warm seeming even at night so steamy as allisonus, once United with Dave and Dennis, I found the situation far closer to their description than I expected. There was a dim light on the ground…

…with an epistemological problem upon whose solution our sanity would eventually seem to depend. And so and in short, Dave and vanessa withdrew from us, withdrew from the excited speculative conversations with their intimations of the possibility of being…

…took only one mushroom so that he could hear the tone. Darkness was utter and we had no clocks. It seemed hours since Dave and vanessa had left. Us all was finally in readiness: the living mushroom the harmine brew, the harmine smoking mixture. After we…

…follow this light but we better not get too far away or we will get lost because we don't know the area at all. It was Dave pleading for a retreat but we continued to follow it. Sometimes it would seem as though it was just 20 feet ahead of us. It…

…young colombians. After several closely fought games, she had a full fledged invitation to relieve our crowded conditions by moving with Dave into an unused Riverside house nominally in the care of the police. Later this house, which was at the river…

…own UFO encounter. But that was in a future long days away from the afternoon of our vegetable television trip when vanessa and Dave took down their hammocks and moved down the hill. To the promptly named Riverside house. It was a beautiful day and their…

…that among the mazatecans the idea of Christ is linked to the. Is this syncretism or prophecy? That evening's collective meal with Dave and vanessa at our camp with the yahé infusion cooling in the background was less than successful for by now positions…

…succumbing by being unable to recognize my brother's condition as a potentially pathological state. This was the position that vanessa and Dave leaned toward and was the source of much of our difference of opinion on how to proceed. A second explanation…

…less than the energy in an ordinary flashlight battery, one can probably rim space time apart. The air was heavy with charged ions. Dave was full of doubt. As he talked there was the grumble of thunder far off over the jungle. Dave's Objections to what…

…Instead we heard an exclamation of fear and a kind of moan, a yell for us. We all clamored out of the hut to find Dave White faced and staring at the sky pointing the light of a first quarter moon revealed the tattered sky and directly above the path…

…frenzy, I heard Dennis yell. It's a reflection of the approaching breakthrough it says to me there is now no doubt we'll succeed. From Dave a moan as he sank unbelieving to the sandy soil as the first huge drops began to fall, I thought of King Lear.…

…and one reflecting our opinion that cautious experiment was indicated. A commonality of language was breaking down. After dinner vanessa and Dave returned to the Riverside house and the three of us settled into our first night in the forest since arriving…

…assumed it was associated with a feedback of effects from the experiment whose performance was now only a few hours ahead of us. Dave and vanessa thought it a light dose of the wrath of god for having such promethean aspirations. In returning to the hut…

…and boiled rice for a light supper. Rain was falling intermittently. After dinner we smoked and waited long, thinking that vanessa and Dave might visit. Finally it began to Drizzle a bit harder and so we drew ourselves forward and each ate a large pile…

…I understood from vanessa's demeanor that we should be pretty much to ourselves in the forest house. We could expect her and Dave only as visitors, and already the possibility of retreat from the jungle isolation was being announced as a faint but growing…

…to the mission on the far side. As I ran I was busy telling myself that he would probably just have gone down to see Dave and vanessa and that I would of course find him there. I was too preoccupied to notice that the bells of the mission silent…

…rope of the Bell used to call the people to mass and had rung it furiously until the priest had found vanessa and Dave and they had none too gently persisted him to desist. Nevertheless, the already circulating rumor that one of our expedition had gone…

…all three left the hut and stood looking out into the pitch darkness. Dennis was contemplating going immediately to find vanessa and Dave to discuss with them what had happened. Finally, a bewildered ev and I convinced him to return to the hut and leave…

…that I would leave others to discover for themselves as they made their way into the ever deepening dimension of the future. Dave had volunteered to go on the airplane. The decision was made almost at a moment's notice. He would reach our supplies and…

…nurses. He was moved to the river house and I preferred to continue to live at the jungle house to avoid crowding. Dave was gone. The debate continued as to whether the direction in Dennis Raving was toward improvement or whether it was only progressive…

…felt better than I had ever felt before but I couldn't believe what seemed to be happening. It was about a 10 or 15 minute walk to Dave and vanessa's place. By now it was about 7 a m the sun was well up in the sky and it was a beautiful day. As…

…not understand what was going on. I was pondering these kinds of things when I arrived at the Riverside house of vanessa and Dave they were still in their hammocks asleep but crowded around the door even this early in the morning were a group of wide…

…gaze fell on each and I thought: you are enlightened and you and you. My arrival was the first event of the day for Dave and vanessa. I told them that we had succeeded. That success was not a condensed hyperobject but a teaching. I asked them to dress…

…it doesn't matter yet but DMT is somehow linked to the whole notion of saucers. Deep water, it's a hunch but strong. Dave was something else. We called him the flower child. He was a delight provoking paradoxical amalgam of naivete and strong willed…

…dress and come with me while they were gathering their hammocks they told me that during the darkest part of the night Dave had awakened hysterical, in a state not unlike the condition induced in him by the electrical storm the evening before. They had…

…and when one kind soul picked both of us up we became acquainted on a ride over the bridge. Since those days Dave had graduated both from the upstate New York Commune he idealized, and from Syracuse U in ethnobotany. In letters that passed between…

…jungles and mountains of South America a world even more spellbinding than he expected. To this day he has not returned. Vanessa, Dave and I gathered in Victoria, British Columbia Near the gnashing beast, but not yet of it. We lived there three months,…

…halt people were standing around and realizing that someone, somewhere, had broken through, that this was not a day like any other day. Dave and vanessa followed me back to the forest, grumbling a good part of the way. When we had gone slightly past the…

…that you cannot receive a proper initiation unless you are naked. Dennis insisted that we take off our clothes. Vanessa peeled and Dave and I followed her example. The presence of the mushroom was there and it seemed to be saying: take off your clothes,…

…glossy pubic hair and secret genitals. Now in the sunshine, I rolled a joint then we sat in a circle and smoked. We told Dave and vanessa about the teaching and urged them to try it with varying degrees of success since a voice in the head is a…

…jungle sensitive perceptions. Dennis seemed quite normal, so weakened and sobered by all that had gone on. There were no messages from Dave and vanessa had returned to the state. On the 29th Dennis followed her example and flew to Colorado. I insisted that…

…and being in the hammock had induced. We were talking and talking, analyzing and analyzing. Dennis seemed most out of it. Dave and vanessa, uncertain that anything at all had really happened, was distant and I was feeling definitely immersed in the surreal…

…little in common, are warm friends. Is this because I have miffed vanessa? It is not going well at all. Dennis is very quiet. Dave is worrying about the food. He is a chronic worrier and naive. He seems to have thought that one just takes off one's…