Tihkal: A Continuation

Tihkal: A Continuation

Alexander Shulgin, Ann Shulgin

Language: English

Pages: 398


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Book by Alexander Shulgin, Ann Shulgin

OCR'd using ABBYY FineReader 11. Not perfect but way better than trying to read the PDF comfortably on a small e-reader.

Part 1 only. Part 2 is easily available elsewhere online.


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laugh, "We certainly did! We left poor Peter floundering, I'm afraid — all that bouncing around of crazy ideas. I don't know what got into us! How is Peter, by the way?" The woman said, hurriedly, "He's fine, as far as I know, Shura. I haven't seen him in years, and we don't talk on the phone much, these days, but he's a full professor now, and seems to be pretty happy." Shura must have heard the increasing stress in her voice, because he got to the point, "Well, Audrey, you began by saying

coffee before 9:00 a.m., when we expected Agent Fosca and his two sidekicks to return. At three minutes after nine, we heard the sound of engines and went outside to stand together in the little patio, smiles ready. The first thing to appear up on the paved parking area was a small, square grey truck with the word, "Decontamination," stenciled on its side. It pulled up to the left of the garage. Behind it came Agent Fosca's red car; behind that, a huge yellow fire truck, which parked right

swore to myself that they would not read hurt in my face, but it didn't matter; Shura was the target, and they'd gotten to him. He was the one they wanted to punish, and Mr. Fosca and his hostile friend had the satisfaction, finally, of tearing the mask of cheerful pleasantness off Shura and exposing the helpless anger and sorrow underneath it. The peyote were his darlings, his treasures, his honored and respected friends, full of mysteries called alkaloids, mysteries called Time and Space and

teenager, but I could detect nothing yet of the expected MDMA effect. There hasn't been enough time to feel effects since I took it. Needs ten more minutes, maybe. We went into the cathedral, but after only a few moments, we turned around and made our way back out, because there was nothing important inside to be experienced, for us, and we both knew it. The mystery was outside, in the little grotto, and all the rest was the Catholic church. When we were walking in the park again, the

other things. Thanks to Sarah, I've learned not to try to control experiences like these, but to go with what's being presented. I'm still not sure how to avoid being stuck in any of what the Buddhists call the Bardo's, which are usually described as being states through which a soul journeys after the body's death. The images in the Bardo's range from cartoon-like, silly figures without apparent meaning or depth, to demons and monsters which mirror the soul's unresolved dark side. I've always

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