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Finally picked up my copy of TiHKAL! I can't wait to dive into this bad boy!

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Just finished:

Be Here, Now by Ram Dass
The Art of Living and Dying by Osho
And I'm reading Supernatural by Graham Hancock

All three of which I recommend!

-SM :)
 
The Emerald Tablet - Alchemy for personal transformation, by Dennis William Hauck.

This book has helped a lot with this whole awakening phenomenon that I've been going though
 
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Just picked up Otto Snow's LSD for just $32, so excited to have found such a cheap copy.
I had read the PDF version a long time ago, and to date it is my favorite book on LSD (along with Acid Dreams, which is a fantastic read as well, yet from a broader cultural perspective). It is part autobiographical narrative and part chemistry & synthesis. He has a simple yet compelling writing style that quickly draws you in.
Been looking for a physical copy for a long time, but it seemed unavailable except for those willing to part with €100+. Most exciting book find in a long long time for me, I'm so happy I finally found it :D
Now if only his other book "LSD & Tryptamine synthesis" was available for prices under €1000, haha :thumb_up:
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Jose Luis Peixoto said:
“Beyond the clouds, above people, beneath the skin, inside people, we’re waiting for you. We see you now, as you read. We’ll see you when you stop thinking about these words. Above and inside your face, we know your secrets. We know what you hide from yourself. You can’t escape us. We hold your heart in the palm of our hand. If we like, we can squeeze it. If we like, we can crush it. There’s nothing you can do to stop us. Our gaze notices your every single move and your every single word. Say a word now. Make a move. We smile at your words, as we smile at your silence. No one will be able to protect you. No one can protect you now. You’re even less than you imagine. We’ve seen a thousand generations of men like you. It was our pleasure to let them walk on the lines of our hands. It was our pleasure to take everything away from them. We guided entire generations of men through tunnels we built that led nowhere. And when they arrived at nothing, we smiled. You’re just like them. We’re waiting for you above and inside your face. Continue on your way. Follow that line of our hand. We know where that tunnel you walk through will end. Keep on walking. We see you and smile. Beyond the clouds, we are fear. Beneath the skin, we are fear.”
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Dargah of Hazrat Syed Jamaluddin Jan e Man Jannati (R.A.) Hilsa Shareef, Nalanda, Bihar

The Madariyya Silsila from Indian Perspective.pdf by Ananda Bhattacharya

There are many typos and factual inaccuracies in this book, it also included some (outdated) 19th century british raj view on things (even though mentioning their last name in small print). Many of these be-sharia allegations are actually total bull-crap. But hey, its a free e-book....

Some moar on mahasiddha/nath/malang/faqeer connection by author Max W. Ernst about the Mohd.Gawth Shattari (RA)translation and 'ocean' commentary of the book "The pool of the water of life" (his version is called: Bahr al Hayat)

Another book by Prof. Wax W Ernst titled:
Persecution and circumspection of Shattari Sufism

Prof. Carl W Ernst is also the author of a book called:
The Shambhala Guide To Sufism :shock:
 
It's been mentioned before, but not nearly often enough. I only stumbled upon this boook or rather these books by accident or by design? Must reads. Great message, thought provoking, inspiring, illuminating. Like with the best of psychedelic journeys, things will never be the same for me.

Ishmael
My Ishmael
The story of B

By Daniel Quinn. I urge everyone to read them.
 
Any recommendations for a book on the occult/magick? Pagan mysticism--things if that ilk? Looking for an older book--my mind is in line with Corpus Hermetica and Piccatrix, just a little more in the occult direction. Thanks for any suggestions.
 
Today i was digging into my personal book collection, i wanted to start rereading The Perennial Philosophy by A. Huxley. Didn't find it but i found Morphology of the Tale and Historical Roots of the Wonder Tale by Vladimir Propp.

The years when i was discovering Jung works i had the chance to read a locally published collection of papers 'Jung and Disciples' which are books by famous jungian analysts and his personal students. To me the most interesting were the works of M.l. von Franz on Alchemy, dreams and even more so on folklore tales and magic tales. Reading the jungian school of thought profoundly changed the way i look at life. I think i even got high from just reading Mysterium Coniunctionis, or maybe the bud was too strong back then.

Anyway, the rambling is all about magic creatures. ( I must admit that even what mostly ignited my interest in entheogens, particularly spice, is the element of magical creatures). There is so much and so deepply imbedded wisdom in folklore tales. I just wanted to point out a certain speculation of mine that actually 'hidden' wisdom in folklore tales is pointing tool to the Nagual. But one must be able to read between the lines. There is more to 'stories' than just words.




I also wanted to recommend here (i haven't checked all the pages of the thread, it might have been mentioned) a russian novelist named Viktor Pelevin. Check his works out, you wont regret it.
 
I am currently reading a book called Surface Detail by Iain Banks. He is my favourite sci-fi author. I am only 126 pages and so far, so very good.
 
From Robert Masters book Darkness Shining Wild, most certainly worth the time it takes to read.

His book accounts on his 5-MeO experience and the months after and how it affected him, though before this he and his lady took ayahuasca together. He paints it in a similar way to when he talked on his MeO experience - some might look at how he portrays these things 'with a bit of negativity', but honestly I think his writings are beautiful and honest, probably my favorite. Anywho here you go..



Before I could do much, however, the ayahuasca kicked in. It was extremely strong, and getting stronger by the second. I remember saying something about how powerful it was, and then I could be of no help whatsoever to Nancy, for I was so overwhelmed that I lost almost all contact with the world I’d known a minute earlier. As that world and its sustaining views — including those rooted in longtime spiritual practices — very quickly became but a fleeting speck on the periphery of the impossibly rich revelatory domain into which I’d been blasted, I buckled with huge awe and equally huge terror.

I thought of leaving the room, but could not move more than a few feet. So I remained sitting up, quivering with an indescribably strange feeling of recognition, periodically fearing that I’d made a fatal mistake in taking the ayahuasca. Who I had been before swallowing it was but the flimsiest and most unreal of memories. Nancy and I seemed to be not observers of — nor even participants in — what was happening. Rather, we were it — and had, it seemed, never really been other than it — the shockingly visceral and now devastatingly indisputable realization of which maddened what was left of my mind.

My world had not so much been altered as decisively replaced, both externally and internally. Nancy soon lay with her head flat on the floor, her face to one side, as if pressed down by an enormous hand. All we could do was ride out the storm.

For its first third (an eternity of about three hours) my ayahuasca journey was extremely harrowing, partly because of the considerable strain it placed on my body — I shook uncontrollably for almost two hours, violently vomiting a number of times2 — but mainly because of the often terrifying, unspeakably alien yet rivetingly familiar Wonder that was manifesting within and all around me.

The dazzling presence and implications of this Wonder, this reality-unlocking Unspeakableness, and my relationship to it made me reel; I could not convincingly stand apart from it, not even for a second, and strongly intuited that I never really had. When I somehow managed for a moment here and there to recall my life before ayahuasca, none of it carried any real depth or significance. That this didn’t terrify me would terrify me for a moment, then bend me with animal awe, then pass from consciousness.

What was now my world — and seemingly always had been, while I’d been dreaming that I was elsewhere — pulsed with a power and knowingness that surpassed anything I’d ever before experienced. No outside, no inside. No time. Flames sprouted from the leaftips of my plants with shapely brilliance. The trees outside the sliding glass doors, blazingly vivid and so, so alive, were fused with the sky, as if all drawn with the same vast undulating brush strokes. The objects in the room were no different than the space between them.

There I sat crazily swaying and trembling, transfixed in an imagination-transcending, overwhelmingly sentient Chaos in which everything, including the nonphysical, was inseparable from everything else. The sky, dripping with terrible beauty, poured into my room like a tsunami, my body seemed to be about to die again and again, my mind frothed insanely, and I felt through all of this an enormous, intensely emotional knowingness, a primordial intimacy and recognition — at once prehuman and transhuman — that shook me like a rag doll in the jaws of a rabid monster.

Looking into Nancy’s eyes was no different than looking into the room or out the windows. It was all, all, the same self-replicating, self-aware Unspeakableness, beyond any conceivable framing. As its perspective and mine merged, I felt as if I’d never really been elsewhere. The Open Secret of it all only affirmed and deepened its Mystery. I was alternatingly terrified and awestruck. I wanted to escape it all, and I wanted to get down on my knees before it all.

Telling myself that I had indeed taken a drug — which I only could remember every ten minutes or so — had about as much effect on me as trying to stop a train by placing a marshmallow in its path. One moment I was convinced I’d gone completely insane and would shortly find myself strapped down in the local hospital ward, and the next I would gasp wonderstruck at what was being revealed. Finally, the intensity of it all faded a bit, and I was on somewhat familiar ground, albeit still highly psychedelic territory, grateful to have survived. The last two thirds of the journey were quite joyful, which perhaps accounts to some degree for what followed.
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hug46 said:
I am currently reading a book called Surface Detail by Iain Banks. He is my favourite sci-fi author. I am only 126 pages and so far, so very good.
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yeah, he was a towering figure in the genre. sadly, no longer with us...
 
How to change your Mind: The new science of pyschedelics - Michael Pollan

Any one read this? I'm half way through and it's a really good read. Lots of interesting detailed history of scientific LSD and Psilocybin research and ultimately suppression. And a promising look at the rehabilitation and de-stigmatisation as these substances start to gain a new mainstream understanding.
 
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About to finish this one. Anthropological documentation of 3 year relationship between student/apprentice and a wise old native mexican indian brujo or 'diablero', and the experieinces he has working with datura, mescalito, and 'the little smoke' (magic mushrooms). As well as thorough examination of the ritualistic processes involved.

Relatively quick read. I've read another anthropological study called 'Peyote Hunt', involving a different tribe of indians residing in mexico, also published around the same time, which I really liked and would also highly recommend to anyone interested in cultural studies like these. Both books elaborate extensively in psychadelic language about both experiential and spiritual aspects.

(A proper review found here: Psychedelic Press)
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Doubt anyone doesn't know it by now, but carlos castaneda made this all up. It's not ethnography on the traditions of northern Mexican indigenous peoples, it's fiction.
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Hmmm.

Never saw this.

Thanks for having my back anon. I admit I didn't realize at the time that it was a work of fiction.

But, quite honestly, this only makes it that much more recommendable. I highly, highly, recommend Carlos Castaneda's Yaqui Way. As it is a most interesting and thought provoking read, in a time of cancerous nihilism and soullessness.

Would still recommend 'Peyote Hunt', too. Much drier/academic in form/fashion.. she talks about the mechanics of symbolism and levi-strauss even, I believe, briefly. Lived with the huichols for a period and integrated... very informed, genuine glimpse into the vestiges of the native world.
 
Some time has passed since the last post. However, since it is a sticky, I felt it was appropriate to contribute. After all, books are always a relevant topic.

Even better, the book I am suggesting is available for free online from The Project Gutenberg and can be found here: Memoirs of Madame la Marquise de Montespan.

The memoirs are written by Louis XIV's longest-lasting mistress, the infamous Madame de Montespan. She was well known for her razor-sharp wit and charm. She has a surprisingly modern outlook, which makes it a brilliant read, with some fascinating, as well as, some humorous tales about her life in the court of the Sun King.

My favourite story relates how she had to wear a particular style of dress to disguise when she had become pregnant by the King. As a result, the style became all the rage amongst the court ladies.
 
Tony6Strings said:
I am about halfway through The Brothers Karamazov, by Dostoevsky. I am enjoying it much.
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Exceptional novel. I believe Sigmond Freud counted it as one of his favourites. No surprise really, considering the dynamics of the story.

Anyway, my next choice is another masterpiece in literature, in my opinion. Frank Herbert's, Dune.

There's a new version of Dune being made into a film and due for release later this year. Whether or not it will succeed where other versions have failed remains to be seen. The problem with effectively translating Dune to the screen has to do with a good portion of the narrative comprises of the character's thoughts. In fact, throughout the story, what the characters are thinking is more important than what they are saying. Translating this to screen makes it a difficult tale to tell.

There's a series of books in the Dune saga and I loved reading all of them.
 
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