Terence Mckenna Poem by Ray Lucero

He navigated thru the fields of mystery
Unafraid to taste the “Food Of The Gods”
Explored, with wisdom Shamanic history
For this a grateful Earth applauds

ROTMS


Epilog from “Food of the Gods”
By Terence McKenna

WE AWAIT OURSELVES WITHIN A VISION


“We can now move toward a new vision of ourselves and our role
in nature. We are the omni-adaptable species, we are the thinkers,
the makers and solvers of problems. These great gifts that are
ours alone and which come out of the evolutionary matrix of the
planet is not for us, out of convenience, satisfaction, or our greater
glory. They are for life; they are the special qualities that we can
contribute to the great community of organic being, if we are to
become the care giver, the gardener, and the mother of our Mother,
which is the living Earth.

Here there is a great mystery. In the middle of the slow-moving
desert of unreflecting nature we come upon ourselves and perhaps
we ourselves for the first time. We are colorful, cantankerous, and
alive with hopes and dreams that, so far as we know, are unique in
the universe. We have been too long asleep and shackled by the
power we have ceded to the least noble parts of ourselves and the
least noble among us. It is time that we stood up and faced the fact
that we must and can change our minds.

The long night of human history is drawing at last to its conclusion.
Now the air is hushed and the east is streaked with the rosy
blush of dawn. Yet in the world we have always known evening
grows deeper and the shadows lengthen toward the night that will
know no end. One way or another the story of the foolish monkey
is nearly and forevermore over. Our destiny is to turn without regret
from what has been, to face ourselves, our parents, lover, and children,
to gather our tool kits, animals, and the old-old dreams, so
that we may move out across the visionary landscape of ever-deeper
understanding. Hopefully there, where we have always been most
comfortable, most ourselves, we will find glory and triumph in the
search for meaning in the endless life of the imagination, at play
at last in the fields of an Eden re-found.”

Terence McKenna