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These people actually exist in Manhattan, New York. I visited them in the early 90s after I got a flyer in Washington Square.
They had a company called Temple Construction in the East Village. The only people I saw were a black guy and a white guy, hippyish. Their place in the East Village was very cluttered and industrial with sawdust strewn about. The white guy asked me about previous drug use and I told them I had taken acid a lot. He then pulled out a nature store canister and loaded up a pipe. The powder smelled very chemicall-y. I tried to get a glimpse of it – I had secretly planned to get some idea of where to get it, so that i could do it at home, and the guy held his hand back and just stated that it was DPT.
I smoked twice. Each lasted a few minutes. The first time I saw melting smiling hobbit/gnome faces. The second I witnessed bands of nomadic elves with black skin on a moonlight plains cooking meat and preparing for a great hunt. They wrote down my descriptions in a tattered spiral notebook they called “The Book of Life.”
I thanked them, and walked out into a new world. If I was to do it again, I’d have to come back. The extreme lazy, antisocial, private part of me didn’t relish that thought. Seven years later I would get into another tryptamine, DMT, and even helped found a sort of electronic music analog of the Temple. But eventually, that laziness would ultimately bite me in the ass.
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