Terence McKenna, 53, Dies; Patron of Psychedelics

Terence McKenna, 53, Dies; Patron of Psychedelics
Posted by FoM on April 09, 2000 at 12:45:38 PT
By Douglas Martin
Source: New York Times
Terence McKenna, who so playfully and persistently pressed his message that psychedelic drugs are mankind's salvation that Timothy Leary himself christened him "the Timothy Leary of the 90's," died on Monday at a friend's home in San Rafael, Calif. He was 53 and lived on the South Kona Coast of Hawaii. 
The cause of death was brain cancer, said a publicist for his books. "If psychedelics don't ready you for the great beyond, then I don't know what really does," Mr. McKenna said in December in one of his last public speeches, at the Esalen Institute. Death, he said then, felt close. Mr. McKenna combined a leprechaun's wit with a poet's sensibility to brew a New Age stew with ingredients including flying saucers, elves and the I Ching. The essential seasoning was the psychedelic mushrooms that transformed his life and that he recommended -- in "heroic doses" -- for virtually everyone. He lived on the wild side of a wild generation. He dropped acid in San Francisco in the 1960's, smuggled hashish in India and searched the jungles of the Amazon for the magic mushrooms. He told interviewers that he had smoked marijuana every day from the time he was a teenager. In the 1990's, Mr. McKenna gained fame by delivering his drug pitch to a new generation at nightclub "raves." "My real function was to give people permission," he said in an article to appear in the May issue of Wired magazine. "Essentially, what I existed for was to say, 'Go ahead, you'll live through it, get loaded, you don't have to be afraid.' " In lectures, in recordings and in five books, Mr. McKenna made his case for illegal substances that many experts consider highly dangerous. He had a grand theory: that psychedelic mushrooms are the missing link in the story of human evolution. Not until our primate ancestors began eating hallucinatory psilocybin mushrooms, he contended, did they begin to acquire human qualities. Mr. McKenna, a lanky man with a salt-and-pepper beard and deep-set eyes, also professed to know exactly when the world would end: Dec. 22, 2012. He came to this conclusion through a mathematical construct he based on the I Ching, the ancient Chinese book of divination. The package he pushed struck a chord, at least among the usual suspects. Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead called him "the only person who has made a serious effort to objectify the psychedelic experience." But experts on drug treatment attacked Mr. McKenna for popularizing dangerous substances. "Surely the fact that Terence McKenna says that the psilocybin mushroom 'is the megaphone used by an alien, intergalactic Other to communicate with mankind' is enough for us to wonder if taking LSD has done something to his mental faculties," Judy Corman, vice president of Phoenix House of New York, a drug treatment center, said in a letter to The New York Times in 1993. Still others had big trouble with his self-consciously cosmic literary style. "I suffered hallucinatory agonies of my own while reading his shrilly ecstatic prose," Peter Conrad wrote in The New York Times in a 1993 review of Mr. McKenna's book "True Hallucinations," published by Harper San Francisco. But many marveled at his stream of novel thoughts. "To write him off as a crazy hippie is a rather lazy approach to a man not only full of fascinating ideas but also blessed with a sense of humor and self-parody," Tom Hodgkinson wrote in The New Statesman and Society in 1994. Terence Kemp McKenna was born on Nov. 16, 1946, in a Colorado cattle and coal town, Paonia. He was a youth given to memorizing passages of James Joyce and reading Carl Jung's "Psychology and Alchemy," and his main satisfactions percolated from his fertile imagination. "I think my first encounter with psychedelics was looking at Colorado and trying to understand that it was once the shores of an ocean with hundred-foot-long sauropods tromping through the mangrove swamps," he told Details magazine in 1993. He found his way to San Francisco in 1965. According to the April 1993 issue of Details magazine, Barry Melton, the guitarist for Country Joe & the Fish, introduced him to marijuana in 1965. Soon he tried LSD. He enrolled in the University of California at Berkeley that year and was accepted into the Tussman Experimental College, which emphasized self-direction. After the two-year program, he embarked on travels around the world. In 1971 he and his brother, Dennis, journeyed to the Amazon jungle in search of psychedelic plants. In a tiny mission settlement in southern Colombia, they encountered, for the first time, what drug enthusiasts call "magic mushrooms." In 1972, Mr. McKenna returned to Berkeley to finish college. He completed a self-tailored degree in ecology, resource recovery and shamanism. His mind was focused on, and certainly by, mushrooms. No one had yet figured out how to cultivate the mushrooms in the United States, but the McKennas brought the South American secrets home. They published them, and in the 1980's were growing 70 pounds every six weeks. The operation ended when a friend was arrested for his fungi farm. In 1975, the two brothers published their first book, "The Invisible Landscape: Mind, Hallucinogens and the I Ching." Mr. McKenna began to lecture both to old hippies and converts to the emerging New Age. According to Wired, he drifted into the role of "charismatic talking head." He wrote four books in the early 1990's. In addition to "True Hallucinations," they were "Food of the Gods" (Bantam, 1992); "The Archaic Revival" (Harper San Francisco) and "Trialogues at the Edge of the West," written with Ralph Abraham and Rupert Sheldrake (Bear & Company, 1992). Mr. McKenna met his wife, Kathleen Harrison, in Jerusalem in the mid-1970's. They settled in Occidental, a small town north of San Francisco. They had a son, Finn, who now lives in Jersey City, N.J., and a daughter, Klea, of Santa Cruz, Calif. He is also survived by his brother, Dennis, who lives in Minneapolis. After a divorce in 1992, Mr. McKenna moved to Hawaii, where he and his former wife owned property. Mr. McKenna built a modernist house, which is topped with a huge antenna dish for the Internet communications with which he became enamored. "Without sounding too cliché, the Internet really is the birth of global mind," he told Wired. "That's what a god is. Somebody who knows more than you do about whatever you're dealing with." When he fell ill last May, Mr. McKenna was enjoying a new life with Christy Silness, a young woman he had met the year before at an ethnobotanical conference in the Yucatan. He had medical treatment for glioblastoma multiforma, a rare form of brain cancer, while friends and followers added more esoteric touches. A self-styled "grand kahuna of Polynesia" biked up the mountain to meditate at his bedside. A Nevada disk jockey, Art Bell, asked his 13 million listeners to send good vibrations. Wired said Mr. McKenna, like many others, wondered whether a lifetime of drug use might be to blame for his brain tumor. "So what about it?" he asked his doctors. "You want to hammer on me about that?" They assured him there was no causal link. "So what about 35 years of daily dope smoking?" he asked. They pointed to studies suggesting that cannabis may shrink tumors. "Listen," Mr. McKenna told them, "if cannabis shrinks tumors, we wouldn't be having this discussion." Published: April 9, 2000Copyright 2000 The New York Times Company Related Article:Terence McKenna, 53, Writer, Spiritual Theorist Sites:Lycaeum's Web Site Terence McKenna Land on Terence's Condition Character Vaults Terence McKenna 
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Comment #5 posted by Pól on December 10, 2004 at 02:40:27 PT:
Threads in hyperspace 
Terence had guts as well as wit. Radiant. He knew~knows how it works at the continuums' [sic] edge. If you dig what he came out with, and are looking for something else to go in with, try "The Hog's Wholey Wash" 
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Comment #4 posted by legalizeit on April 10, 2000 at 19:13:32 PT
... for being mean, guess i was ranting a bit (my father has prostate cancer and it is definitely hell on earth for him) BUT... those "people" definitely deserve hardship of some kind, in exchange for all the problems they cause for society.
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Comment #3 posted by Kanabys on April 10, 2000 at 07:39:00 PT
even though.......
Even though I think the statement by legalizeit about "they should get brain cancer" is inhumane and just plain mean, (I know cause Ive had a different kind of cancer myself and it is pure HELL and I wouldn't wish it on even my worst enemy) I'd like to see the faces of these hypocritical, self proclaimed dictators of anti-drug propaganda ASSHOLES like mccrappie if they got something like that, and then the only drug that does any good for relief of the horrible symptoms is cannabis and they are told they can't have it cause it's Illegal!! Do ya think they would ponder this at all????
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Comment #2 posted by legalizeit on April 09, 2000 at 18:52:12 PT
Who is next for the Magic Throne?
Now that both Leary and McKenna have journeyed to a higher plane, who will be the psychedelic leader of the new millenium?I haven't read up on McKenna's biography (I feel bad for not having known more about him when he was alive) and was curious about the mushrooms he discovered in the Amazon. Were they Psilocybe or another species?I'm glad that the writer cited statements debunking any causal drug-to-cancer link in McKenna's case. If that wasn't there the Reefer Madness idiots would go nuts!(Not that they won't anyway...)Why can't some of those sorry excuses for humans get brain cancer? The good guys always go first...
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Comment #1 posted by Dankhank on April 09, 2000 at 15:26:44 PT:
Hey Terence, man, glad you had a good ride ...Justice requires that you be hooked up with Carl ...I can't imagine the conversations that would ensue as you two contemplate your situation...Peace and Love to you ...And to all
Hemp n Stuff
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