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Ray Lucero said:
Mystic, philosopher, scientist, genius
Terence was all this and so much more
A true pioneer of “Ethnopharmacology”
He showed us how to unlock minds door
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Happy Birthday Terence!
 
On May 22, 2000 Terence collapsed from a brain seizure. His girlfriend loaded him in the truck and drove him down the mountain to meet the ambulance, to keep him awake she asked him to recite a poem his grandfather used to tell him.

Robert Service said:
The Cremation of Sam McGee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold, till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead — it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you, to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows — Oh God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared — such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear, you'll let in the cold and storm —
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
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Terence....

If ever there was a man I wish I could have met... just to shake his hand, it'd have been you sir.

Thank you for all of your insights and motivations. You're life's work continues on in this community.
 
R.I.P. Terrance

That really interesting about that poem. It has been one of my top 3 favorite poems since I was just a child. Something with the poem has always resonated with me. Silly and insane, but also strangely dark and compelling.

Terrance, you have done more for psychonauts everywhere than you could have ever imagined. The world is in your debt, because it would be a completely different place without you.

Namaste, Terrance
 
A true visionary. I cannot get tired of his speeches. I'm sure he's celebrating with the hyperspace beings somewhere :)

Happy birthday, sir.

Love the artwork, by the way.
 
Terence is the man that motivated me to "take the 3rd toke!" I refused to put the pipe down until I saw the things he described. Because of him, my life has been enriched beyond words.

RIP. Peace and Love. :)
 
Brewing up some mckenna young red vine at the moment, so thanks Terence! I'm excited to give it whirl.

This mans easily had a bigger impact on my life than anyone else

dreamer- did you paint that picture? its pretty cool
 
“We have been to the moon, we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom, but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together.”

“The world which we perceive is a tiny fraction of the world which we can perceive, which is a tiny fraction of the perceivable world...”

‘What nature really maximizes are cooperation, integration, and mutuality of support and relationship. What we’re really trying to do, what becoming post historical means, I think, is removing the veil between ourselves and nature that the historical experience has raised. The historical experience has been an alienating experience. It’s caused our perceptions to rise to the mere surfaces of things and our feelings to be completely undercut and invalidated. What we have to do is see more deeply into the context of being in the situation we find ourselves and to see that we are of it-it’s a seamless web. The dynamics that rule the biological and natural world are the dynamics that are going to work for us. We didn’t fall here out of the sky. We weren’t made by a jealous god that set us loose in a kind of reservation. We are of the stuff of this place and its dynamics can be our dynamics. The problem is one of awareness, realization, recovery of this perception, sharing it, and revivifying it.’

“there is now a dialogue going on between the individual the the collective knowledge of humanity- and nothing can stop it”

“we've disguised ourselves as an extraterrestrial invasion so as to not alarm people with whats really going on” ~ the mushroom :lol:
 
"...and in search for answers people have feared to place
themselves on the line and to actually wrestle with life and
death out there in those strange, bardo-like dimensions, not
realizing that there is no other way to win true knowledge..."
- - Terence McKenna - -
 

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