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can once again scatter in our consciousness its phosphoresc
ence and its haze. And this Fantastic is of noble quality, its disorder is only apparent, it really obeys an order that is fashioned mysteriously and on a level which
ch, and which is the very mystery of all poetry. But there is in huma
n existence another level, obscure and formless, where consciousness has not entered, and which surrounds it like a mysterious extension or a menace, as the case may be. And which itself gives off adventurous sensations, perceptions. These are those shameless fantasies which affect an unhealthy mind, which abandons itself to them and dissolves in them completely if it finds nothing to hold it back.
And Peyote is the only barrier that Evil encounters on this te
rrible frontier. I too have had false sensations and perceptions and I have believed in them. In June, July, August, and early September last year I believed that I was surrounded by demons, and I thought I could feel them, could see them taking shape around me. The only way I could drive them away was to keep making the sign of the cross over every point on my body or in space where I thought I saw them. I would also write on any scrap of paper or book within reach, incantations which were not worth much either from a literary point of view or as magic, for things written in this state are no more than the residue, the distortion, or rather the counterfeit of the high illuminations of LIFE. By the end of last September these bad ide
erently worthless perceptions began to disappear; by October they were virtually gone. Around the 15th or 20th of last November I felt my energy and my lucidity coming back. Above all, I felt that my mind was finally clear. No more err
oneous sensations. No mSPOCo
ow with every day a sense of security, of inner certainty, is slowly experts. Each has had front-line experience with a major but surely growing within me. If
riests of Mexico help is a proud member of the ed me to notice, and which the small amount ofNDPC Peyote I took brought to my consciousness. This is that in the human liver there occurs that secret alchemy and that process by which the self of each individual chooses what suits it from among the sensations, emotions, and desires which the unconscious shapes and
rganic filter of the Unconscious. I have found similar metaphysical ideas in the works of the ancient Chines