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Previous -> Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do? 22. Cuckoo’s Nest New Hampshire, besides having one of the worst educational systems in the country, had a mental health program that felt like what

Previous -> "Why not?"—Timothy Leary 21. Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do? I was already a big bright blip on the police radar, but as of yet they’d been unable to nail me. They knew Willie

Previous -> The Night I Almost Lost My Virginity 20. "Why not?"—Timothy Leary The first time I did LSD I was fourteen and at a Traffic concert in Boston that I’d hitchhiked to. It was of the

Previous -> Follow the Candy 19. The Night I Almost Lost My Virginity At age fourteen, the two primary causes of stress in my life were the police, as they unexpectedly popped up at the most inappropriate

Previous -> The Joy of Sex 18. Follow the Candy Maybe it was my lack of inbred morals, or my imperviousness to social conditioning as a result of living in my spectrum bubble, but in any case, I always

Previous -> Overlapping Realities 17. The Joy of Sex My relationship with sex and sexual energy really started around the age of seven, but at that age we can’t really call it “sex.” Seven is a bit

Previous -> Doors of Perception 16. Overlapping Realities In addition to the OOBEs coming back into my life, I was also starting to “pick up” all kinds of new information, from where and how I can’t

Previous -> Gauchito Loco 15. Doors of Perception Around this same time, at age fourteen or fifteen, my suppressed ability that had led to my earlier OOBEs came back into my life in that Jamestown Flood

Previous -> One, Two, Three, Four! We Don’t Want Your Fuckin’…Whatever! 14. Gauchito Loco By this point, around the age of fifteen or so, my reputation kept most people away from me, but I attracted

Previous -> Long-Term Organic Memory Bank 13. One, Two, Three, Four! We Don’t Want Your Fuckin’…Whatever! I returned to school that fall wearing a Mexican poncho and Argentine gaucho boots, which I’d

Previous -> Initiation 12. Long-Term Organic Memory Bank Ninety-eight percent of our DNA is non-coding, meaning it has nothing to do with encoding proteins. Current wisdom claims that most of it does

Previous -> The Fallen 11. Initiation I’d sunk deep into the mud of despair, but I’d come to learn that with a little effort and the spirit of exploration, one could always sink lower. As my isolation

Previous -> This Little Piggy Was Decapitated 10. The Fallen Death was no stranger to our small band of thrill-seekers, and it took its toll among our tribe. Many boys were dead before they turned twenty,

Previous -> Obituaries for Fun and Profit 9. This Little Piggy Was Decapitated My attraction to risk, danger, and challenges, regardless of any merit they held, extended beyond my pushing the limits

Previous -> Kill, Killing, Killed 8. Obituaries for Fun and Profit By the time I was fourteen I was a full-blown delinquent full of anger and resentment with an ever-expanding vendetta against society.

Previous -> Between a Chicken Farm and a Slaughterhouse 7. Kill, Killing, Killed The adults controlling my life had no ability to grasp my perceptions. In some ways I was hyperaware of the world, in

Previous -> Road to Reality 6. Between a Chicken Farm and a Slaughterhouse Our house in California was haunted by the spirit of a little girl who’d died of a tumor, but there was no aura of oppression

Previous -> Out of the Box, Out of the Body 5. Road to Reality There were few people in my life. I had a sister, but I’m hard pressed to remember anything about her as a child outside of a few distinct

Previous -> Spectrum Fusion 4. Out of the Box, Out of the Body Perhaps it was my dysfunctional amygdala that made me fearless, as the amygdala manages the alarm system that goes off when a threat is

Previous -> His Biscuits Ain't Quite Done 3. Spectrum Fusion In closing the doors to the outside world, I connected with my inside world. I was seven years old, standing in a field of grass sucking