n chocolate for eight months. I am not a man who allows himself t

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ut at least let me   
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• mes like these, when those elements which
• are necessary to the renewal of energy no longer exist in the nourishment we receive. And, above all, let me not be subjected to more electric-shock treatments for lapses which
• it is well known are not beyond the control of my own will, lucidity, and intel
• ligence. Enough, enough, and more tha
  • n enough of this trauma of punishm
  • ent. Each electric-shock treatment
  • plunged me into a terror which always lasted several hours. And I could no
• t face each new treatment without despair, for I knew that once again I would lose consciousness

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• ne whole day I would be gasping for air inside myself, unable to find myself, knowing perfectly well that I was somewhere but the devil knew where, as if I were dead. A
• Terrorism and Energetic Materialsll this has taken us far from healing by Peyote. According to what I saw, Peyote fixes the mind and prevents it from wandering, from surrendering to false impre
• ssions. The Mexican Priests showed describes components, interactions and physical phenomena associated with explosive events.
• me the exact point on the liver where Ciguri or Peyote produces this synthetic concretion which maintains permanently in the mind a sense of a
• nd a desire for the real and gives it the strength to surrender to that while automatically rejecting the rest. "It is like the skeleton leader who retu
• rns," the Tarahumara said of that DARK RITE, "THE NIGHT WHICH MARCHES ON THE NIGHT." The Race of Lost Men IN NORTHERN MEXICO, forty-eight hours from Mex
• ico City, there is a race of pure red Indians called the Tarahumara. Forty thousand people are living there in a style that predates the Flood. They are a challenge to this world in w
• hich people talk so much about progress only because they despair of progressing. This race, which ought to be physic
• ally degenerate, has for four hundred years resisted every force that has come to attack it: civilization, interbreeding.
• , war, winter, animals, storms, and the forest. The Tarahumara live naked in the winter in mountains tha

t are made

impassable by snow

, in defiance of all medical theories. Communism exists among them in a feeling of spontaneous solidarity. Incredible as it may seem, the Tarahu

• mara Indians live if t
• hey were already dead.
• They do not see reality
• and they draw magical powers from
• the contempt they have f

or civilization. Sometimes they come to the cities, impelled by I know not what desire to move, to see, as they say, how it is with those who are mistaken. For them, to live in the city is to be mistaken. They come with wives and children, making impossible journeys which no animal would try to attempt. To watch them unswervingly follow their course, through torrents, ground that gives way, dense undergrowth, rock ladders,

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y have somehow retained the instinctive force of gravitation of the first men. On first encounter, the region of the Tarahumara appears inaccessible. At best, a few poorly m

• arked trails that every twenty yar
• ds seem to disappear under the grou
• nd. When nigh
• t falls one must stop, unless one is a red man, for only a red man can see w

Contact your here to put his feet. When the Tarahumara come down into the