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19.1.13
15.5.12
Lélie, fumeuse d'opium
Raphael Kirchner (1876-1917) - Lélie, Fumeuse d'Opium
A Raphael Kirchner postcard, early 20th century, Kirchner's wife was the model for a lot of his images, and she was an opium smoker, the habit being perceived as 'glamorously decadent' amongst the artistic Parisian set...
17.4.12
para os meninos [história ilustrada do vício]
Os dropes de cocaína para dor de dente (1885) eram populares para crianças. Não só acabava com a dor, como também melhorava o "humor". Vendeu-se na América até 1914.
Este frasco de paregórico (sedativo) da Stickney and Poor era uma mistura de ópio e de álcool que era distribuída do mesmo modo que os temperos pelos quais a empresa era conhecida.
"Dose – [Para crianças com] cinco dias, 3 gotas. Duas semanas, 8 gotas. Cinco anos, 25 gotas. Adultos, uma colher cheia."
O produto era muito potente e continha 46% de álcool.
31.3.12
8.3.12
14.12.11
vícios
Hunter S. Thompson at the Miami Book Fair International of 1988"Nem todos estão à vontade com a ideia de que a política é um vício. Mas é.
Eles são viciados e mentem e enganam e roubam como fazem todos os junkies."
Hunter Stockton Thompson
A Rosa do Mundo
Hunter S. Thompson, Sandy and Agar, Big Sur, California 1961Ai, doce pensamento meu,
quando me levarás onde te envio eu!
Anónimo, Romancero General (Espanha início sec. XVII)
Rosa do Mundo, Trad. José Bento, Assirio e Alvim
Death trip
Letter from Laura Huxley to Julian Huxley 16 days after Aldous Huxley’s deathThen I don’t know exactly what time it was, he asked for his tablet and wrote, “Try LSD 100 intramuscular.” Suddenly something became very clear to me. I knew that we were together again after this torturous talking of the last two months. I knew then, I knew what was to be done. I went quickly into the cupboard in the other room where Dr. Bernstein was, and the TV which had just announced the shooting of Kennedy. I took the LSD and said, “I am going to give him a shot of LSD, he asked for it.”
The doctor had a moment of agitation because you know very well the uneasiness about this drug in the medical mind. Then he said, “All right, at this point what is the difference.” Whatever he had said, no “authority,” not even an army of authorities could have stopped me then. I went into Aldous’ room with the vial of LSD and prepared a syringe. The doctor asked me if I wanted him to give him the shot—maybe because he saw that my hands were trembling.
His asking me that made me conscious of my hands, and I said, “No I must do this.” I quieted myself, and when I gave him the shot my hands were very firm. Then, somehow, a great relief came to us both. I believe it was 11:20 when I gave him his first shot of 100 microgrammes. I sat near his bed and I said, “Darling, maybe in a little while I will take it with you. Would you like me to take it also in a little while?” I said a little while because I had no idea of when I should or could take it, in fact I have not been able to take it to this writing because of the condition around me. And he indicated “yes.”
We must keep in mind that by now he was speaking very, very little. Then I said, “Would you like Matthew to take it with you also? And he said, “Yes.” “What about Ellen?” He said, “Yes.” Then I mentioned two or three people who had been working with LSD and he said, “No, no, basta, basta.” Then I said, “What about Jinny?” And he said, “Yes,” with emphasis. Then we were quiet. I just sat there without speaking for a while.
After half an hour, the expression on his face began to change a little, and I asked him if he felt the effect of LSD, and he indicated no. Yet, I think that a something had taken place already. This was one of Aldous’ characteristics. He would always delay acknowledging the effect of any medicine, even when the effect was quite certainly there, unless the effect was very, very stong he would say no.
Now, the expression of his face was beginning to look as it did every time that he had the moksha medicine, when this immense expression of complete bliss and love would come over him. This was not the case now, but there was a change in comparison to what his face had been two hours ago. I let another half hour pass, and then I decided to give him another 100 mg. I told him I was going to do it, and he acquiesced. I gave him another shot, and then I began to talk to him. He was very quiet now; he was very quiet and his legs were getting colder; higher and higher I could see purple areas of cynosis.
Then I began to talk to him, saying, “Light and free,” Some of these thing I told him at night in these last few weeks before he would go to sleep, and now I said it more convincingly, more intensely—“go, go, let go, darling; forward and up. You are going forward and up; you are going towards the light. Willing and consciously you are going, willingly and consciously, and you are doing this beautifully; you are doing this so beautifully —you are going towards the light; you are going towards a greater love; you are going forward and up. It is so easy; it is so beautiful. You are doing it so beautifully, so easily. Light and free. Forward and up. You are going towards Maria’s love with my love. You are going towards a greater love than you have ever known. You are going towards the best, the greatest love, and it is easy, it is so easy, and you are doing it so beautifully.”
Once I asked him, “Do you hear me?” He squeezed my hand. He was hearing me. I was tempted to ask more questions, but in the morning he had begged me not to ask any more question, and the entire feeling was that things were right.
Later on I asked the same question, but the hand didn’t move any more. Now from two o’clock until the time he died, which was five-twenty, there was complete peace except for once. That must have been about three-thirty or four, when I saw the beginning of struggle in his lower lip. His lower lip began to move as if it were going to be a struggle for air. Then I gave the direction even more forcefully.
“It is easy, and you are doing this beautifully and willingly and consciously, in full awareness, in full awareness, darling, you are going towards the light.” I repeated these or similar words for the last three or four hours.
Once in a while my own emotion would overcome me, but if it did I immediately would leave the bed for two or three minutes, and would come back only when I could dismiss my emotion. The twitching of the lower lip lasted only a little bit, and it seemed to respond completely to what I was saying. “Easy, easy, and you are doing this willingly and consciously and beautifully—going forward and up, light anf free, forward and up towards the light, into the light, into complete love.” The twitching stopped, the breating became slower and slower, and there was absolutely not the slightest indication of contraction, of struggle. it was just that the breathing became slower—and slower—and slower, and at five-twenty the breathing stopped.
–8 December 1963
The doctor had a moment of agitation because you know very well the uneasiness about this drug in the medical mind. Then he said, “All right, at this point what is the difference.” Whatever he had said, no “authority,” not even an army of authorities could have stopped me then. I went into Aldous’ room with the vial of LSD and prepared a syringe. The doctor asked me if I wanted him to give him the shot—maybe because he saw that my hands were trembling.
His asking me that made me conscious of my hands, and I said, “No I must do this.” I quieted myself, and when I gave him the shot my hands were very firm. Then, somehow, a great relief came to us both. I believe it was 11:20 when I gave him his first shot of 100 microgrammes. I sat near his bed and I said, “Darling, maybe in a little while I will take it with you. Would you like me to take it also in a little while?” I said a little while because I had no idea of when I should or could take it, in fact I have not been able to take it to this writing because of the condition around me. And he indicated “yes.”
We must keep in mind that by now he was speaking very, very little. Then I said, “Would you like Matthew to take it with you also? And he said, “Yes.” “What about Ellen?” He said, “Yes.” Then I mentioned two or three people who had been working with LSD and he said, “No, no, basta, basta.” Then I said, “What about Jinny?” And he said, “Yes,” with emphasis. Then we were quiet. I just sat there without speaking for a while.
After half an hour, the expression on his face began to change a little, and I asked him if he felt the effect of LSD, and he indicated no. Yet, I think that a something had taken place already. This was one of Aldous’ characteristics. He would always delay acknowledging the effect of any medicine, even when the effect was quite certainly there, unless the effect was very, very stong he would say no.
Now, the expression of his face was beginning to look as it did every time that he had the moksha medicine, when this immense expression of complete bliss and love would come over him. This was not the case now, but there was a change in comparison to what his face had been two hours ago. I let another half hour pass, and then I decided to give him another 100 mg. I told him I was going to do it, and he acquiesced. I gave him another shot, and then I began to talk to him. He was very quiet now; he was very quiet and his legs were getting colder; higher and higher I could see purple areas of cynosis.
Then I began to talk to him, saying, “Light and free,” Some of these thing I told him at night in these last few weeks before he would go to sleep, and now I said it more convincingly, more intensely—“go, go, let go, darling; forward and up. You are going forward and up; you are going towards the light. Willing and consciously you are going, willingly and consciously, and you are doing this beautifully; you are doing this so beautifully —you are going towards the light; you are going towards a greater love; you are going forward and up. It is so easy; it is so beautiful. You are doing it so beautifully, so easily. Light and free. Forward and up. You are going towards Maria’s love with my love. You are going towards a greater love than you have ever known. You are going towards the best, the greatest love, and it is easy, it is so easy, and you are doing it so beautifully.”
Once I asked him, “Do you hear me?” He squeezed my hand. He was hearing me. I was tempted to ask more questions, but in the morning he had begged me not to ask any more question, and the entire feeling was that things were right.
Later on I asked the same question, but the hand didn’t move any more. Now from two o’clock until the time he died, which was five-twenty, there was complete peace except for once. That must have been about three-thirty or four, when I saw the beginning of struggle in his lower lip. His lower lip began to move as if it were going to be a struggle for air. Then I gave the direction even more forcefully.
“It is easy, and you are doing this beautifully and willingly and consciously, in full awareness, in full awareness, darling, you are going towards the light.” I repeated these or similar words for the last three or four hours.
Once in a while my own emotion would overcome me, but if it did I immediately would leave the bed for two or three minutes, and would come back only when I could dismiss my emotion. The twitching of the lower lip lasted only a little bit, and it seemed to respond completely to what I was saying. “Easy, easy, and you are doing this willingly and consciously and beautifully—going forward and up, light anf free, forward and up towards the light, into the light, into complete love.” The twitching stopped, the breating became slower and slower, and there was absolutely not the slightest indication of contraction, of struggle. it was just that the breathing became slower—and slower—and slower, and at five-twenty the breathing stopped.
–8 December 1963
11.12.11
Conhecem este cogumelo?
Lindo, não é? Trata-se do Amanita muscaria, conhecido como agário-das-moscas ou mata-moscas é um fungo basidiomiceto natural de regiões com clima boreal ou temperado do hemisfério norte. Possui propriedades psicoactivas e alucinógenas em humanos. O componente activo é o ácido ibotêmico. O pesquisador Robert Gordon Wasson, no seu livro Soma - Divine Mushroom of Immortality, sugeriu que o cogumelo está associado ao Soma, bebida sagrada dos Vedas, os mais antigos textos religiosos. A bebida é citada nos hinos do Rigveda, que foi escrito por volta de 1700 a.C. - 1100 a.C., durante o período védico em Punjabe - onde havia a presença de tais cogumelos, consumidos pelos xamãs da região.
Na cultura popular, cogumelos vermelhos com pontos brancos, como o Amanita muscaria, aparecem, por exemplo, no jogo Super Mario Bros., no filme Fantasia da Disney de 1940 e nas ilustrações do livro Alice no País das Maravilhas, de Lewis Carrol, em que Alice aparece conversando com uma lagarta que está estendida sobre um Amanita muscaria enquanto fuma um narguilé, em visível insinuação psicadélica.
Na cultura popular, cogumelos vermelhos com pontos brancos, como o Amanita muscaria, aparecem, por exemplo, no jogo Super Mario Bros., no filme Fantasia da Disney de 1940 e nas ilustrações do livro Alice no País das Maravilhas, de Lewis Carrol, em que Alice aparece conversando com uma lagarta que está estendida sobre um Amanita muscaria enquanto fuma um narguilé, em visível insinuação psicadélica.
5.12.11
2.12.11
29.11.11
María Sabina
"Hay un mundo más allá del nuestro, un mundo que está lejos, también cercano e invisible. Ahí es donde vive Dios, donde vive el muerto y los santos. Un mundo donde todo ha pasado ya, y se sabe todo. Ese mundo habla. Tiene un idioma propio. Yo informo lo que dice. El hongo sagrado me toma de la mano y me lleva al mundo donde se sabe todo. Allí están los hongos sagrados, que hablan en cierto modo que puedo entender. Les pregunto y me contestan. Cuando vuelvo del viaje que he tomado con ellos, digo lo que me han dicho y lo que me han mostrado."
María Sabina
(1894-1985)
Mayan mushroom stones 1000 - 300 B.C.
(Schultes & Hofmann 1979)
Terence McKenna: Books, Articles & Transcripts
A collection of 7 books, 70 articles, essays & transcripts, some photos from the upcoming book, "The Brotherhood of the Screaming Abyss!" by Dennis McKenna and a preview of Klea McKenna's "The Butterfly Hunter".
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María Sabina: Mujer Espíritu
Mushroom Ceremony Of The Mazatec Indians
María Sabina - Mushroom Ceremony of the Mazatec Indians of Mexico (1957)
Original release: Folkways Records 8975, 1957
Recording by Gordon & Valentina Wasson in Huautla de Jiménez,
an the Mazatec Mountains on the northern corner of the State of Oaxaca, Mexico, July 21, 1956
Participants: native Mexican curandera (witch-doctor) Maria Sabina, a male Mazatec indian, the Wassons and some research friends of theirs.
1. Chjon Nka (2:53)
2. Chjon Nca Catain (4:45)
3. Santo...Nana (2:07)
4. Papa Papai (1:26)
5. Na? Al-Ni Tso (1:04)
6. Ji ñai na (1:46)
7. Jan Jesu Cri (3:42)
8. Ji ñai (4:20)
9. San Pedro (3:32)
10. Soso Soso... (2:38)
11. Name of Plants (1:35)
12. Pedro Martinez (1:17)
13. Don't Be Concerned, Old One (2:37)
14. Birds (1:37)
15. Humming, Etc... (1:52)
16. Soft Singing (4:23)
17. Finale (0:48)
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The insert booklet is essential, and contains one of the relatively few photos of the Wasson couple, looking quite the explorers and a long way from Gordon Wasson's NYC banking background. See scans below for more background information and a partial translation of Sabina's rap.
Comments: This field recording is of substantial historical interest, both as the earliest known vinyl document of people under the influence of hallucinogens, and as part of the Wasson couples legendary forays into remote Mexican mountains on the trail of an obscure mushroom cult. Wasson's exploits became the subject of a Life magazine article which is a watershed event in the history of psychedelics, and the psilocybin shrooms would attract interest from the whole academic/literary/ethno-botanic hallucinogen set in the late 1950s. Although the Mazatec mushroom culture has been well documented over the years, this particular LP has drawn less attention than Wasson's works and the many subsequent essays and books published, but is obviously worth attention.
The actual contents feature curandera Maria Sabina (who would later become famous, as part of the Wasson effect) eating the shrooms and setting out on a transcental journey to invoke the mushroom spirit, reporting with a steady flow of words her experiences. The reports are spoken in her native Mazatec dialect, but an ambitious translation/transcription attempt by a linguistic expert can be found on the accompanying booklet. The mushroom cult is eclectic, combining elements of Catholicism with a pantheistic strain, in a way typical for many surviving plant cults around the world. Her voice is an old woman's, often tired, sometimes venturing into sing-songy nursery rhyme structures, and during the beginning of side 2 (where she's peaking, bro) moving into a very rapid, unbroken flow of words. Rather remarkable, and according to those who have tripped with it, an efficient guide despite not being a successful invocation of the mushroom spirit (see booklet scans below for explanation). Sounds of nature, nightbirds, barking dogs, and frequent mutterings from Sabina's fellow Mazatec traveller are also audible.
Comments: This field recording is of substantial historical interest, both as the earliest known vinyl document of people under the influence of hallucinogens, and as part of the Wasson couples legendary forays into remote Mexican mountains on the trail of an obscure mushroom cult. Wasson's exploits became the subject of a Life magazine article which is a watershed event in the history of psychedelics, and the psilocybin shrooms would attract interest from the whole academic/literary/ethno-botanic hallucinogen set in the late 1950s. Although the Mazatec mushroom culture has been well documented over the years, this particular LP has drawn less attention than Wasson's works and the many subsequent essays and books published, but is obviously worth attention.
The actual contents feature curandera Maria Sabina (who would later become famous, as part of the Wasson effect) eating the shrooms and setting out on a transcental journey to invoke the mushroom spirit, reporting with a steady flow of words her experiences. The reports are spoken in her native Mazatec dialect, but an ambitious translation/transcription attempt by a linguistic expert can be found on the accompanying booklet. The mushroom cult is eclectic, combining elements of Catholicism with a pantheistic strain, in a way typical for many surviving plant cults around the world. Her voice is an old woman's, often tired, sometimes venturing into sing-songy nursery rhyme structures, and during the beginning of side 2 (where she's peaking, bro) moving into a very rapid, unbroken flow of words. Rather remarkable, and according to those who have tripped with it, an efficient guide despite not being a successful invocation of the mushroom spirit (see booklet scans below for explanation). Sounds of nature, nightbirds, barking dogs, and frequent mutterings from Sabina's fellow Mazatec traveller are also audible.
María Sabina
María Sabina decía:
"los niños santos curan las llagas, las heridas del espíritu. Los niños se toman de noche; para esto se celebra la velada frente a imágenes de santos de la iglesia. Soy sabia, curo con lenguaje".
16.11.11
Carta de Albert Hofmann a Steve Jobs 2007
Dear Mr. Steve Jobs,
Hello from Albert Hofmann. I understand from media accounts that you feel LSD helped you creatively in your development of Apple computers and your personal spiritual quest. I'm interested in learning more about how LSD was useful to you.
I'm writing now, shortly after my 101st birthday, to request that you support Swiss psychiatrist Dr. Peter Gasser's proposed study of LSD-assisted psychotherapy in subjects with anxiety associated with life-threatening illness. This will become the first LSD - assisted psychotherapy study in over 35 years.
I hope you will help in the transformation of my problem child into a wonder child.
Sincerely,
A. Hofmann
15.11.11
cette «substance magique», ce «révélateur d’âme»
The Acid Library: Collected pdf's 1949-2002
A.M. Becker . The LSD Papers, 1949 (pdf)
Cordula Becker . Subjective Visual Experiences of Colour and Form Induced by Temporally Modulated Light, 2005 (pdf)
D.B. Blewitt and N. Chwelos . Handbook for the Therapeutic Use of LSD-25, 1959 (pdf)
Betty Eisner . Remembrances of LSD Therapy Past, 2002 (pdf)
Aldous Huxley . The Doors of Perception, 1970 (pdf)
Martin Lee and Bruce Shlain . Acid Dreams: The Complete Social History of LSD, 1985 (pdf)
The Psychedelic Review 1-10 (1964-1969) (zip)
Jay Stevens . Storming Heaven, 1987 (pdf)
Alexanger Sulgin . Dow Psychopharmacology Notes, 1979 (pdf)
Zap Comix Issues 0-5 (1967-1970) (zip)
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