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Reading: Henri Michaux on Mescaline (1956 - 1966)

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(This post has been a partial outcome from my research on mescaline, in an attempt to make sense of my own recent experience; my previous post on the topic of "literature on mescaline" can be found here: Reading: Walter Benjamin on hashish (and mescaline) - Generic - Welcome to the DMT-Nexus)

Henri Michaux (1899-1984) was a Belgian/French author and artist whose writings have been generally perceived as "esoteric" and rather difficult to understand (Henri Michaux - Wikipedia), and I have to agree with this description.

For me, Michaux´s writings have gained a new dimension and depth after I learned that he has been experimenting with mescaline since 1956, once also severely "overdosing" after making a serious mathematical mistake in calculating his dosage. I found that at least four of his books have been directly influenced by (or written under the influence of?) mescaline:
- Miserable miracle (1956)
- Turbulent infinity (1957)
- Knowledge through the abyss (1961)
- The great ordeals of the mind and the countless small ones (1966)

David Ball (the translator/editor of "Michaux, Henri. 1984. Darkness Moves: An Henri Michaux Anthology, 1927-1984. Berkeley: University of California Press" ) wrote for example that "we can learn more about what madness feels like from the account in Miserable Miracle than from any psychiatrist. Moreover, madness, as we are constantly reminded, is an extension, a wild acceleration and condensation of forces already present in the self. Mescaline ´unmasks´, Michaux says—with terror, but with exaltation too" (p. 193)

I personally like the idea of mescaline being the "un-masking" agent, and as a tool for experiencing "madness", as it kind of reflects my own experience with mescaline (on 500mg of very pure HCl, I had no OEV/CEV, but my mind was so clear and "wrapped" at the same time that I thought I could never come out of that experience "sane" again). Michaux was a little less affirmative and ´100% positive´ of his mescaline experiences than A.Huxley was. Michaux talks about his high doses experiences as the experience of "artificial hell" where one´s self completely loses to dominate the situation. (Although Huxley wrote about "Heaven and Hell" as possible forms of psychedelic experience, in his books he never looks at the "Hell side" ). The book "Miserable Miracle" opens with "Should one speak of pleasure? It was unpleasant"...

In "Knowledge through the abyss" (1961), Michaux wrote that "Drugs bore us with their paradises. Let them give us a little knowledge instead. This is not a century for paradise." I kind of liked that description of high doses of entheogens...

I posted these scattered remarks for those Nexians who might find Michaux´s writings as interesting... or intriguing.

(Some of his writings can be ´googled out´, the other could be found in the library.)

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Through an error of calculation I swallowed six times what is for me a sufficient dose
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Innocent, like a tourist, I watch the first changes
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This calm of mine had a different origin. To look up the doctor's number, I had turned on more light in the dimly lit room. The lamp next to a mirror, showed me a face I had never seen before, the face of a raving madman. It would have frightened a murderer. It would have made him retreat. Frantic, completely extroverted, terrifyingly photogenic and determined (whereas I am the opposite) it was the face of one possessed, though neither the face nor I had stirred. It was the mask of a person who no longer listens, the face of a raving madman, a man, that is, mad with fear. A wild animal at bay, the face had become vicious. Yet my voice (later verified by those who heard it) was composed, almost gentle, and I felt not the slightest anger or hostility. "He" must have killed already, I thought, for I could not consider this face on the brink of murder as belonging to me. "It must be only a question of minutes now, a very few minutes." That is why I was calm,* the grave calmness of someone who is responsible for a dangerous maniac, since this changed the situation. As to horror, I could still be affected gravely in another way. How vast a man is
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The mescalinian excitation was gone. What next?
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A few days passed.
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I could now believe myself cured. I was entering upon my fourth night
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Have read most of the Exp Schiz... This is a good read I'm sure. He sounds like a hardass for hardass reality. The beginning reminds me of a scary Salvia moment, when you realize you cannot run! This guy reminds me of Sylvia Plath on drugs. lol.
Thanks for the ref.
 
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