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    The Ibogaine Story: Report on the STATEN ISLAND PROJECT

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    Table of Contents
    * CHAPTER 1: The War With the Junkies
    * CHAPTER 2: Howard Lotsof
    * CHAPTER 3: Dhoruba Moore
    * CHAPTER 4: Dana Beal
    * CHAPTER 5: The Staten Island Project
    * CHAPTER 6: Bob Sisko
    * CHAPTER 7: Stanley Glick
    * CHAPTER 8 : Nico Adriaans
    * CHAPTER 9: Jon Parker
    * CHAPTER 10: Carlo Contoreggi
    * CHAPTER 11: Geerte
    * CHAPTER 12: Agent of Co-incidence
    * CHAPTER 13: Bwiti
    * CHAPTER 14: "A Child Playing at Draughts..."
    * CHAPTER 15: Molliver's Travels
    * CHAPTER 16: The Passover Plot
    * CHAPTER 17: Cures not Wars
    * CHAPTER 18: Deborah Mash's Brain


    I awoke from The Sickness at the age of forty-five, calm and sane, and in reasonably good health except for a weakened liver and the look of borrowed flesh common to all who survive The Sickness... Most survivors do not remember the deiirium in detail. I apparently took detailed notes on sickness and delirium...

    The Sickness is drug addiction and I was an addict for fifteen years. When I say addict I mean addict to junk (generic term for opium and/or derivatives including all synthetics from demerol to palfium). I have used junk in many forms: morphine, heroin, dilaudid, eukodal, pantopon, diocodid, diosane, opium, demerol, dolophine, palfium. I have smoked junk, eaten it, sniffed it, injected it in vein-skin-muscle, inserted it in rectal suppositories. The needle is not important. Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. When I speak of drug addiction I do not refer to keif, marijuana or any preparation of hashish, mescaline, Bannistria caapi, LSD6, Sacred Mushrooms or any other drug of the hallucinogen group... There is no evidence that the use of any hallucinogen results in physical dependence. The action of these drugs is physiologically opposite to the action of junk. A lamentable confusion between the two classes of drugs has arisen owing to the zeal of the U.S. and other narcotic departments.

    I have seen the exact manner in which the junk virus operates through fifteen years of addiction. The pyramid of junk, one level eating the level below (it is no accident that junk higher-ups are always fat and the addict in the street is always thin) right up to the top or tops since there are many junk pyramids feeding on peoples of the world and all built on basic principles of monopoly:

    * 1--Never give anything away for nothing.
    * 2--Never give more than you have to give (always catch the buyer hungry and always make him wait.
    * 3--Always take everything back if you possibly can.

    The Pusher always gets it all back. The addict needs more and more junk to maintain a human form...buy off the Monkey.

    Junk is the mold of monopoly and possession. The addict stands by while his junk legs carry him straight in on the junk beam to relapse. Junk is quantitative and accurately measurable. The more junk you use the less you have and more you have the more you use. All the hallucingen drugs are considered sacred by those who use them--there are Peyote Cults and Bannisteria Cults, Hashish Cults and Mushroom Cults--"the Sacred Mushrooms of Mexico enable a man to see God"--but no one ever suggested that junk is sacred. There are no opium cults. Opium is profane and quantitative like money. I have heard that there was once a beneficent non-habit-forming junk in India. It was called soma and is pictured as a beautiful blue tide. If soma ever existed the Pusher was there to bottle it and monopolize it and sell it and it turned into plain old time JUNK.

    Junk is the ideal product...the ultimate merchandize. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy... The junk merchant does not sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client. He pays his staff in junk.

    Junk yields a basic formula of "evil" virus: The Algebra of Need. The face of "evil" is always the face of total need. A dope fiend is a man in total need of dope. Beyond a certain frequency need knows absolutely no limit or control. In the words of total need: "Wouldn't you?" Yes you would. You would lie, cheat, inform on your friends, steal, do anything to satisfy total need. Because you would be in a state of total sickness, total possession, and not in a position to act in any other way. Dope fiends are sick people who cannot act other than they do. A rabid dog cannot choose but bite. Assuming a self-righteous position is nothing to the the purpose unless your purpose be to keep the junk virus in operation. And junk is a big industry. I recall talking to an American who worked for the Aftosa Commission in Mexico. Six hundred a month plus expense account:

    "How long will the epidemic last?" I enquired.

    "As long as we can keep it going... And yes...maybe the aftosa will break out in South America," he said dreamily.

    If you wish to alter or annihilate a pyramid of numbers in a serial relation, you alter or remove the bottom number. If we wish to annihilate the junk pyramid, we must start with the bottom of the pyramid: the Addict in the Street. And stop tilting quixotically for the "higher ups," so called, all of whom are immediately replaceable. The addict in the street who must have junk to live is the one irreplaceable factor in the junk equation. When there are no more addicts to buy junk there will be no more junk traffic. As long as junk need exists, someone will service it.

    Addicts can be cured or quarantined--that is, allowed a morphine ration under minimal supervision like typhoid carriers. When this is done, junk pyramids of the world will collapse. So far as I know, England is the only country to apply this method to the junk problem. They have about five hundred quarantined addicts in the U.K. In another generation when the quaratined addicts often die off and pain killers operating on a non-junk principle are discovered, the junk virus will be like smallpox, a closed chapter--a medical curiosity.

    The vaccine that can regelate the junk virus to a land-locked past is in existrence. This vaccine is the Apomorphine Treatment discovered by an English doctor whose name I must withhold pending his permission to use it and to quote from his book covering thirty years of apomorphine treatment of addicts and alcoholics. The compound apomorphine is is formed by boiling morphine with hydrochloric aicd. It was discovered years before it was used to treat addicts. For many years the only use for apomorphine which has no narcotic or pain-killing properties was as an emetic to induce vomiting center in the back brain.

    I found this vaccine at the end of the junk line. I lived in One room in the Native Quarter of Tangier. I had not taken a bath in a year nor changed my clothes or removedthem except to stick a needle every hour in the fibrous grey wooden flesh of terminalk addiction . I never cleaned or dusted my room. Empty ampule boxes and garbage piled to the ceiling. Light and water long since turned off for non-payment. I did absolutely nothing. I could look at the end of my shoe for eight hours. I was only roused to action when the hourglass of junk ran out. If a friend came to visit--and rarely did since who or what was left to visit--I sat there not caring that he hads entered my field of vision-- a grey screen always blanker and fainter--and not caring when he walked out of it. If he died on the spot I would have sat there looking at my shoe waiting to go through his pockets. Wouldn't you? Because I never had enough junk--no one ever does. Thirty grains of morphine a day it still was not enough. And long waits in front of the drugstore.Delay is a rule in the junk business. The Man is never on time. This is no accident. There are no accidents in the junk world. The addictis taught again and again exactly what will happen if he does not score for his junk ration. Get up that money or else. And suddenly my habit began to jump and jump. Forty, sixty grains a day. And it still was not enough. And I could not pay.

    I stood there with my last check in my hand and realiuzed that it was my last check. I took the next plane for London.

    The doctor explained to me that apomorphine acts on the back brain to regulate the metabolism and normalize the blood stream in such a way that the enzyme system of addiction is destroyed over a period of four to five days. Once in the back brain is regulated apomorhine can be discontinued and only used in case of relapse. (No one would take apomorphine for kicks. Not one case of addiction to apomorphine has ever been recorded.) I agreed to unergoe treatment and entered a nursing home. For the first twenty-four hours I was literally insane and paranoid as many addicts are in severe withdrawal. This delirium was dispersed by twenty four hours of intensive apomorphine treatment. The doctor showed me the chart. I had received minute amounts of morphine that could not possibly account for my lack of the more severe withdrawal symptoms such as leg and stomach cramps, fever and my own special symptom, The Cold Burn, like a vast hives covering the body and rubbed with menthol. Every addict has his own special symptom that cracks all control. There was a missing factor in the withdrawal equation--that factor could only be apomorphine.

    I saw the apomorphine treatment really work. Eight days later I left the nursing home eating and sleeping normally. I remained completety off junk for two full years--a twelve year record. I did relapse for some months as a result of pain and illness. Another apomorphine cure has kept me off junk through this writing.

    The apomorphine cure is qualitatively different from other methods of cure. I have tried them all. Short reduction, slow reduction, cortisone, antihistamines, tanquilizers sleeping cures, tolserol, reserpine. None of these cures lasted beyond the first opportunity to relapse. I can say definitely that I was never metabolically cured until I took the apomorphine cure. The overwhelming relapse statistics from the Lexington Narcotic Hospital have led many doctors to say that addiction is not curable. They used a dolophine reduction cure at Lexington and have never tried apomorphine so far as I know. In fact, this method of treatment has been largerly neglected. No research has been done with variations of the apomorphine formula or with synthetics. No doubt substances fifty times stronger than apomorphine *could be developed and the side effect of vomiting eliminated.

    --William S. Burroughs 1955

    * Alas, apomorphine doesn't work very well, except for a small minority. And side-effects are unpleasant, compared to present-day medications like buprenorphin.--Ed.
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    CHAPTER I: The War With the Junkies

    It never would have happened if Tom Forcade hadn't shot himself in the head.

    Forcade, who'd built HIGH TIMES up to 4 million readers by being six months ahead on new trends, was the only one who could keep the functions of his sprawling Empire reconciled. But by October 1978, hounded by the DEA and acutely depressed by scheming, ambitious underlings as well as the death of his best friend Jack in a plane crash in Florida, the King was at the end of his tether.

    He was also wired on coke, and dependent on valium. Which is a funny thing, since he had attended the opening of Howard Lotsof's film SMOKE-IN, and Howard always told everyone important about Ibogaine. But Lotsof's odd factoid about Ibogaine interrupting his heroin/coke addiction in the early '60s had no tangible application for Tom. Lost in the din, Forcade could no longer pick out the one distant trend that could have saved him from his own bad habits. Tom Forcade had run out of time.

    In one weekend, Tom committed suicide; Jim Jones snuffed out himself and a thousand followers; Dan White assassinated Harvey Milk and Mayor Moscone in San Francisco. And the pendulum began to swing back. It was as if the CIA engineered a coup in a Third World country called the Counterculture.

    HIGH TIMES's motivating spark was extinguished. It began to drift. And there was this problem with the junkies in the Art Department.

    A few years later John Lombardi would write in ESQUIRE of his wife, Wendy, a talented photographer, strung out on smack. Down on Grand Street around the corner from the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS, Marsha Resnick and Johnny Thunders were living on the couch at Sunset Studios, doing up incredible quantities of smack, which they could afford because she was dealing it out of the back door of the SOHO to a celebrity scene that included John Belushi. Both were often employed by HIGH TIMES art director Tony Brown, who was to end up in 1981 on Pat Robertson's Christian Broadcasting Network, denouncing her former employer and thanking Jesus for getting her off drugs.

    With HIGH TIMES, Forcade pioneered the true marijuana mass market. Before he died he tried to create the same acceptability for his other favorite drug, cocaine. But he always drew the line at heroin. He and Dana Beal had done the first march against CIA heroin July 4, 1971. He knew, even though the William Burroughs groupies were dogging him the year before his suicide to do it, that this was one line the magazine should not cross.

    It wasn't that we were intolerant of drugs. After all, HIGH TIMES stood for exuberant promotion of marijuana versus alcohol and cigarettes. We were not into turning our friends in to the cops just because they did problem drugs. But the deal was that they didn't proselytize. '60's survivors knew heroin equalled hepatitis and OD's. Except for coke, HIGH TIMES editorial policy foreshadowed the Dutch "harm reduction" model of market separation of pot and hard drugs.

    The trouble, as heroin began to come back at the end of the 70s and the Art Set got strung out, was that they only had two ways to pay their connection on salaries that were minute compared to their prestige. Sell it, which meant turning on new people. Or (since the DEA would not seriously impede the flow of reefer for another five years) they could always set up a pot dealer for a rip.

    It worked like this: pot dealers had more marijuana and cash than they knew what to do with. But like all newly rich, they were starved for recognition. So some behind-the-scenes entrepreneur would be drawn to the minor glitterati at the VOICE, SOHO or HIGH TIMES, and find they could gain entry, if they came bearing gifts. They would waive their usual built-in scruples when they discovered their new celebrity friends were dabbling in drugs. Soon their new friends would reveal that they also knew some one in need of a pot connect. After a couple of times, the artist would take a big front and "lose" it. Or report they had been "tied up and ripped off."

    Scenario 2 came when credit was eventually cut off, and the celeb's bill with their heroin connection got too high. Then that nice harmless photog or writer (now slightly tarnished) would do a Jekyll and Hyde, and "finger" their pot connection to some junkie stickup artists. For enough of the take to erase their bill and maybe keep themselves in smack for a month, they would send the gunman around to tie you up for real, pistol-whip you, and take everything you owned.

    Wendy Lombardi had long since blown her credit when, on the night of Forcade's wake at the Windows of the World, her third old man (the disreputable one with the missing teeth) approached Dana Beal as he was going into his neighbor's place across Bleecker Street. He followed Dana upstairs, where he tried in vain to persuade the neighbor to throw some business his way. After he was brushed off and shown out, Dana turned to his friend and said: "That guy is setting you up for a rip."

    Sure enough, the slamlock downstairs had been reversed, leaving it unlocked. After locking it, the neighbor decided to miss the wake. Later that evening he heard people fooling around with the door downstairs, went to the window and yelled, and saw some people fleeing west up Bleecker Street.

    Now in a heightened state of vigilance, the neighbor was ready the next day when two gunmen broke in next door and tried to get in via the roof. He chased two pistoleros away with his shotgun. The YIPS made sure the story was disseminated throughout the entire HIGH TIMES scene. Wendy Lombardi's cover was blown.

    About a month later, as Dana was knocking on the front door of the YIPster TIMES building at 9 Bleecker, he noticed Wendy and boyfriend bearing down on him from his left. Just as Ben Masel opened the door, a fist blind-sided Dana on his left jaw. But there happened to be almost fifteen people hanging around the ground floor. A tussle ensued, and in a twinkling, the authors of this unprovoked assault were hustled inside, where everything short of major bodily harm was done to get them to give up the identities of the two gunmen and the other gang members.

    But such was the underlying non-violence of the YIPS that nothing was done to the two miscreants sufficient to get them to give up anything except a name Wendy blurted out in the beginning-- "John." They were released into the night, minus a shoe.

    And then a funny thing happened as the story circulated, especially in the art departments of the VOICE, HIGH TIMES, and the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS. It mutated into its opposite, and the intended victims of the armed robbery became a violent cult (this was right after Jonestown) of YIPPIE breakaways (i.e., not Abbie Hoffman). The seed had been planted.

    What it boiled down to was this: Unlike pot, the people's drug, heroin made people totally absorbed with their own jones. Junkies who considered themselves to be celebrities to begin with, looked down upon and despised the potsmoking masses as sheep who were only fit to be shorn of their cash. They sympathized with their friends and believed in their right to rip off the YIPPIES.

    Related to this was another problem: YIPSTER TIMES, although the best underground paper in the country, had never gotten its ad- base on a regular footing. It was a party publication, known to be supported by a network of small and middle-sized contributors around the country. In late '78, because the YIP's had just put every cent they could beg or borrow into a "Bring Abbie Home Benefit" at the Felt Forum, (timed for the tenth anniversary of Chicago), the paper was in hiatus. Forcade had not been able to fund it for months before his death. Socially contiguous with HIGH TIMES, it was viewed as a tract instead of a "real" newspaper. When Tom died, the YIPS automatically became outsiders. Wendy depicted her misfortunes as a sinister attack on the journalistic establishment by political fanatics.

    Still, 1979, when it came, was year of the fall of the Shah and Somoza. YIPster TIMES resumed publication, better than ever, as OVERTHROW. In May, with great fanfare, the Marijuana Coalition created ROCK AGAINST RACISM to have a concert in Central Park for the end of the pot parade.

    In early '79, the YIPS gathered in all the followers of all the smoke-ins and opened Studio 10 at 10 Bleecker. It was an instant success, with five bands a night for $3, dollar Heinekens, and free pot on the bar. Even the indictment of Beal on specious pot conspiracy charges out of Omaha, Nebraska, was dismissed in the fall without going to trial.

    Professor Ansley Hamid of John Jay College has studied the effect of the switchover from pot to crack in Jamaican communities in New York City in the early '80s, and described how with pot (which builds no significant tolerance in users) enough capital was retained in the community to start secondary businesses, restaurants, etc., while the coming of crack sucked those communities dry, enriching only the few at the top of the pyramid.

    By early 1980 the New York pot scene's inner core was wired on coke and strung out on smack. It was not unusual to see a major dealer (himself coked to the gills) cursing out one of his boys who'd gotten so messed up on schmagoo that they couldn't pay their pot front off. But if you didn't dip into the drugs, you found yourself shut out socially. Contributions to the movement dried up.

    Up at HIGH TIMES, which had gone through management changes, a far more ambitious solution to heroin's voracious appetite for money was in the works. D.A. Latimer had come out on top of the latest management shuffle, and his favorite drug after alcohol was always opium. But most of all, that powerhouse in the Art Department wanted to cross the line Forcade wouldn't: to solve the adverse equation of heroin tolerance versus money by vastly expanding their customer base--by using HIGH TIMES directly to mass market smack, like marijuana before it.

    A furious struggle ensued. Tom had packed the editorial side with new left veterans of the underground press, who expended much of their waning influence stopping that story. This left the junkies feeling embittered and discriminated against.

    The potheads, although they didn't yet know exactly how to express it, knew the dispute went directly to the market separation of soft and hard drugs. The junkies got even: Pot-bashing became fashionable at the VOICE for the whole first half of the next decade. Activism fell out of fashion at HIGH TIMES. But the most interesting reaction came a few months later at the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS.
    In early May, an article ran trashing the smoke-in and heralding the death of the marijuana movement. The next week this poster went up advertising a new issue, showing a fashionable female snorting smack. Message: the new wave distinguish themselves from hippies by doing dope. And on the newstand, emblazoned with the headline "NOW HEROIN," was an angelic blond peering from the cover of the SOHO over a mirror with lines of what appeared to be cocaine, but was intended to represent heroin. The lead feature, with the picture on the inside continued of a beautiful male torso injecting heroin, began with the story of Scott, driven, workaholic, trendy gallery owner, cooling out on weekends on smack.

    The message was cleverly bracketed with pro forma warnings that heroin, like alcohol and cigarettes, could kill you. But that only added to the romance. The writers clearly felt they had to balance their personal misgivings with the pervasive acceptance of heroin on their immediate scene. The overwhelming thrust was that everyone was doing it. You could do it and not get addicted. They even told you where to cop the best stuff, and how to do up (mix it with lemon juice).

    Not a word about clean needles or serum hepatitis. (We didn't know yet about AIDS, although it's now clear that this very scene, including Studio 10, was at the epicenter of the early epidemic.) It was the same damnable article we'd axed from HIGH TIMES. We'd kept it from going out across the country; but by putting the physical survival of the local scene at risk, especially by influencing the bands of ROCK AGAINST RACISM and Studio 10, it challenged New York's traditional role as trend-setter for the country.

    Once again, there was a furious brouhaha. The SOHO received numerous complaints, calls, etc. RAR picketed. But the SOHO staff, who considered the article "balanced," never acknowledged the central objection to its subliminal thrust--especially the graphics. Most people don't read, they look at pictures. Consequently, the editors refused to print RAR's letters objecting to putting heroin on the same footing as pot.

    Now all the ugly rumors about RAR/YIP came back: that YIPSTER TIMES was not a "real" newspaper deserving of journalistic courtesy; that it was a top-down, violence-prone group; most of all, that we were mere pot advocates with no right to criticize other drugs based on the bitterly learned lessons of our collective experience.

    But the nature of YIPPIE! is to thrive on symbiosis with the media. Such was the depth of upset amongst the junkie celebs of the interlocking Art Department, that even though YIP did one of its best-ever rounds of protest during the 1980 Demcon, not a word of it appeared in the VOICE and the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS. (To be fair, this also had something to do with the fact that Abbie--with friends on both papers--was in the process of surfacing from underground. His close partisans always disdained the generation who came after him and succeeded, after the collapse of the Antiwar movement, where he could not: in keeping the revolution alive thorugh the Smoke-Ins. Smoke-ins were never P.C. for them.)

    On the neighborhood level most of the best bands playing Studio 10, through their management, were tied into Sunset Studios and the SOHO scene. They were dabbling also, so that the example flowing out to the fans undermined the YIP leadership. And into the scene came those willing to supply heroin together with the cheapest pot prices imaginable--freebooters like Bruce Brown, black sheep son of Liberty and David (producer of "Jaws") Brown. Bruce had the authority of a degree in Marxist economics, the prestige of a show on WBAI ("Psychomimetic Radio"), and instant access to the dealing world due to the theory (untrue) that his dad would pay off his dealing debts as a last resort. With his bag of tricks, he made the rounds at the VOICE, HIGH TIMES and the SOHO with the greatest of ease.

    At first, he seemed a loyal friend. But gradually it became clear that to compen-sate for a feeling he was a mere academic without a genuine background as '60's organizer, he tended to disparage the self-discipline necessary for long-term accomplishment. Like all those who undermine freedom in the name of freedom, he instilled not genuine autonomy but self- destructive license, telling the kids the whole point of the revolution was to get as fucked up as possible. (Later he died of AIDS, after sharing needles with almost everyone he turned on to smack.)

    The YIP organization at the time was a direct successor of the "new" YOUTH INTERNATIONAL PARTY formed December 1969 to replace SDS, by merging YIPPIE! and the WHITE PANTHERS. The Zippies had taken it over from Abbie and Jerry in '72-'73 on the strength of the WHITE PANTHER PARTY organizers in New York, Ohio and Wisconsin. As former Field Marshall of the W.P.P., Dana was one of four or five recognized YIP leaders in the '70's. Ultimately YIP derived its legiti-macy from the charter granted by the Oakland Black Panthers to John Sinclair.

    Complicating matters, YIP (Zippie!) sympathized with the New York Panthers in their split with Oakland. So to the original White Panther dichotomy of life drugs (pot, psychedelics) versus death drugs (addictive white powders), the YIP-ster TIMES had added occasional articles all during the '70's on the movement against methadone, the use of accupuncture to treat addiction, and so-on. Pot was the only substance considered acceptable for heroin de-tox. They did not start a smoke-in movement seeking to legalize pot explicitely to separate it from hard drugs--they did not build Studio 10 to give this movement a place to get together weekly instead of semi-annually--to turn kids on to smack.

    So when they discovered kids were coming in from all over the country for our Demcon protests, only to be turned on to heroin, they freaked. And in retrospect, introducing heroin (whose dose/tolerance curve, unless you have a $500-a-day, quickly leads from smoking to shooting) into a scene where passing the joint was a ritual (and without info on clean needles!) was the same as handing out smallpox- infected blankets along with the firewater. (This was actually done to the Sioux.)

    Yet YIP itself had been fatally weakened when Forcade and Peter Bourne convinced them to make an exception for cocaine. So, a week after Carter's re-nomination, when a novice writer at the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS wrote a review (actually, positive) of an anti-Reagan comedy skit at Studio 10, instead of it seeming like the first step in breaking the media boycott, what grated was that they got Dana Beal mixed up with Dean Tuckerman. It seemed typical of a process where YIP would always be deliberately consigned to the blurry periphery of the picture instead of the focused foreground, "because they're only a bunch of publicity seekers."

    Maybe it was the crash from coke done during the preceding week. Maybe it was just too much coffee and sugar. But all the frustration of watching the internal authority of the group ebb away so that he was powerless to stop the infiltration of heroin came to a head. Dana got on the phone to the SOHO, reached Paul Slansky, and demanded a correction.

    Slansky said: "Write a letter, " and slammed the phone in Dana's right ear, the one with the painful earache.

    Flashing on the fate of the never-publicized letter of protest against the "NOW HEROIN" issue, knowing for a fact that half the staff was "dabbling" and that Marsha Resnick was selling smack out of the back-alley door, some of which was reaching Studio 10....Dana picked up a firecracker (not a bomb as later reported by the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS, but a short M-80 called a "M-60"), hopped on his bike, and went peddling over to the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS, three blocks away.

    On the way he met David, who offered to accompany him, and Alice Torbush, who told him it was the dumbest idea she'd ever heard. Disregarding her to his own detriment, he alighted on Broadway in front of the SOHO and had David hold his bike. He went inside and told the receptionist he wanted to talk to Paul Slansky. Slansky wouldn't come out; and sent word for him to get lost.

    Dana took out a match, lit it, and held it to the firecracker. "You're not going to light that in here?!" said the horrified receptionist. "Oh yes, I am," said he. The fuse caught fire. Dana turned toward the door, and carelessly tossed it back over his shoulder.

    As he was passing out through the door cubicle, he glanced back through the intervening glass panel to see the innocent niece of some honcho at TIME magazine (breaking her media teeth at the second most prestigious weekly in Manhattan) walk out from the back, just as the firecracker exploded next to a wastepaper basket.

    The staff felt like they'd been bombed. The concussion stopped the clock on the back wall. It shut down production for the day. The niece (or maybe it was the daughter) of the TIME exec was cut by a teeny, tiny bit of paper wrap from the firecracker, giving rise to the canard, later disproved before a jury, that it was a schrapnel-bearing device.

    And Dana was plunged into the deepest shit of his life. On the SOHO staff were good friends of Ed Koch. Charges were filed, which seemed especially unfair, coming just a month and a half after another set of junkies connected to the Sunset/Soho heroin scene had blown up the front door of 9 Bleecker with their own M-80, which detonated as Alice T. was anwering their knock. But as a rule Yippies don't file charges.

    Dana bided his time and planned how to turn himself in with maximum public support. The next time that could be was Halloween. The rank-and-file from the smoke-ins was still supportive, but much of the core organization had rotted out, and fell away. In the end, the only crew that would organize a protest on Dana's behalf was Howard and Norma Lotsof.
  3. Richard_smoker

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    CHAPTER 2: Howard Lotsof

    A split had occurred between a small group in NewYork who knew of Ibogaine and had worked through its implications and the conventional wisdom, which held that the next logical step after legalizing pot was to legalize cocaine. To outsiders, starting work on Ibogaine a month before Reagan was inaugurated would have seemed like embracing a lost cause. It was only a little more than ten years since prestigious academics tried, and failed, to stop LSD prohibition. In fact, when asked about LSD by an inte rviewer in 1978, Keith Stroup of NORML said: "You want LSD, go talk to theYIPPIES."

    But even as he was handing Lotsof the money, Dana remembered Leary had considerable success treating alcoholics and prisoners in the early '60s. And in a way, the decision to develop Ibogaine to fight addiction harkened back even further, to the 1950 's, and CIA experiments in psycho-pharmacologic warfare. Because they did experiment with Ibogaine, and they refuse to this day to release the results.

    In March of 1955 Eisenhower's special assistant for Cold War Planning, Nelson Rockefeller, was briefed by Allen Dulles on all Covert CIA operations. The old Psychological Strategy Board of the National Security Council had been rechristened the Operat ions Coordinating Board, designed to shield the President from direct knowledge of CIA "crown jewels" including Operation Bluebird and MK-Ultra, notorious for dosing unsuspecting Army guinea pigs with psychedelics. The CIA was looking for, among other thi ngs, a substance that could be put in the water supply or sprayed in an aerosol over Moscow, which would cause loyal Soviet citi-zens to wake up in the morning as loyal Americans. You'd win without firing a shot. Unfortunately, they could never figure out a reliable delivery system, and they never found the right substance.

    In 1955, as part of MK Ultra or Bluebird, Dr. Harris Isbell of the Federal Narcotic Hospital at Lexington, Kentucky, did try doses of up to 250 milligrams on eight, black, ex-morphine addicts. The catch was that they'd been clean for six months, and 250 milligrams is a sub-therapeutic dose, so the interruption of an active addiction wouldn't have occurred. Isbell was investigating the potential of indole-alkalamines to "mimic" psychosis--according to the"psycho-mimetic" model of the time.


    Isabell letters.

    We know all this because in the'80s CIBA-GIEGY released to Howard a letter (See left) from Isbell requesting the drug for thirteen more subjects. And because one of CIBA's own.researchers, named Schneider, discovered in 1956 that ibogaine potentiate s morphine analgesia (Ibogaine multiplies the painkilling effect of opiates), it is fairly certain Isbell checked it out further. Since Isbell was also looking for an addiction cure, and experimented with all different psychoactive agents in all different dose regimens, both during and after withdrawal from morphine, the next logical step would have been to try to wean active addicts off opiates by substituting progressively more Ibogaine for their usual dose of heroin. And if he used a threshold dose, 6 mill.-per-kg., he would have started observing the Lotsof effect.

    Did the CIA or Defense Department discover Ibogaine's ability to interrupt addiction? They "refuse to confirm or deny" that any file exists (even CIBA-GIEGY's reply to Isbell, not only in the face of Lotsof's Freedom of Information requests, but even to NIDA researchers. New evidence has surfaced, however, that the Addiction Research Center at Lexington, Kentucky continued to be on the CIA payroll from 1957 to 1962--the years it would have taken them to check out Ibogaine and its probable impact. The record of payments (See exhibit on facing page and page 14, plus pgs. 16, 18 for CIA Office Codes and Abbreviations) with entries panning 1953 to 1961 (years during which Isbell was ARC director of research) came into our hands from one such frustrated source, minus any additional discriptions of the disbursements or results of experiments carried out.

    If they did discover it, they didn't follow it up. In Africa, the ritual use of the plant of which Ibogaine is the principal alkaloid, Tabernanthe iboga, forms the basis of a religion called Bwiti. To become fully initiated, all Bwiti must eat enough iboga rootbark to induce intense visions and enable them to "meet their ancestors" -- including a kind of universal African ancestor (the Bwiti).
    In Bwiti, An Ethnography of the Religious Imagination In Africa, Princeton University anthropologist James W. Fernandez recounts an unforgettable first encounter, soon after arriving in Gabon in 1958:
    Late one evening about three months after I had taken up residence in Assok Ening... there was a loud knocking at the door... The open door revealed in the light of the pressure lamp a man of about 35 years with a beard, a long flowing robe, and a red cord around his waist. "Monsieur," he said addressing me in French, "I am Metogo Zogo, Nganga Bwiti, and I must speak with you." He fixed me with an unrelenting gaze. "You seek the truth here but you will not find it." As I stepped back, he made a dramatic entrance, sweeping himself and robes into the center of the room. "You do not know me but I am no stranger. I am a child of this village just returned from a long and spiritual journey. I have been following the truth! You will not find it in this village talking to these old men. You must come to the Bwiti chapel in my fathers house...
    The Nganga could not contain himself... "You want to know the 'old things.' But none here know them. They have not seen them. We Banzie see them when we eat eboga. We see the 'old people' there. We know the 'old things' through them.
    "Now you want to know why the condition of this village and of the Fang is desperate. None of this village except we Banzie can tell you that. The people here are lost in sin. They have not paid the price of those sins. They have not died for their sins. But we Banzie have died and paid the price. We die and return, die and return, each time more purified.
    "You should dance with Bwiti. You have heard the harp at night. While all these villagers are asleep we dance and journey far. They go nowhere here. They wander around in confusion. They don't know where to go. But we go far." He took hold of the red-woven cord around his waist. "You see this cord? This is the Path of Birth and Death. We Follow this path. We know life. We know Death."
    The red cord represents the umbilicus which connects each of us back, generation through generation to the original Mother. Initiates are advised that in the visions red is the color of the true road that leadsto the Ancestors. In some versions of Bwiti, the Creator God is properly accessed only through the Mother. Bwiti is the only native religion that has success fully resisted the inroads of Islam and Christianity. By giving the initiate access to a universal African ancestor (the Bwiti), it unified the Gabonese Independence movement of the '50s.

    In the '50's, the United States was still in the thrall of segregation, of the racist police state of J. Edgar Hoover, nemesis of Marcus Garvey and Malcolm X. The highest-level person briefed on MK Ultra results was Presidential assistant for Cold War Planning --Nelson Rockefeller or his suceessor--who equated African decolonialization with international communism. The last thing they wanted was a drug treatment which would, through the population of Black junkies, release another force that could unify and electrify the Black movement in this country.


    When, at the beginning of the '60s, Tim Leary gave Allen Ginsburg acid, Ginsburg immediately flashed that an indole alkylamine of some kind could free the junkies, (although he was thinking more along the lines of substitute drugs.) But when the Harva rd Administration cracked down, Leary issued a call for his Great Leap Forward: for undergraduates everywhere to continue and broaden paraclinical research with all the indole-ring psychoactives, with one goal being to find a cure for addiction (See Leary-Ginsberg article, pgs 23-25 continued pgs. 36-38).

    One of those who responded was a smart kid named Howard Lotsof. In those days it was possible to start your own chemical company with nothing more than a letterhead, and order all kinds of neat substances that were later controlled.

    One day Howard was having breakfast with a chemist he knew who had been active in the small underground LSD scene of the '50s. The chemist offered him a dose of Ibogaine that he had in the freezer. Lotsof asked him what he could tell him about it. "Wel l, it's a thirty-six-hour trip," said the chemist.

    A thirty-six-hour trip was the last thing Howard could imagine himself wanting to do, so he gave it to a friend and asked him to check it out. A month later,at 12:20 at night, Howard got a phone call from the friend, who said: "You know that drug you g ave me? It's not a drug, it's a food. We have to tell Congress!"

    Howard was 19 at the time, living at home with his parents, so he said: "You woke my parents up. I'll get back to you." After succeeding in getting the house back to sleep, he decided the matter bore further investigation. It took his circle six months to get further supplies, and they still didn't know what they had.

    To discover the interruption effect, you need active addicts, and you need enough experience with LSD to know sub-optimal doses of indole-alkalamines can produce a bum trip, where a larger dose gets you above the "tree-top" effect of getting tangled up in your own emotions. Only people seeking a high-dose, thirty-six-hour experience would do the amount--about a gram for a 150 pound person--that produces the therapeutic effect.

    Contrary to some published reports, Howard did not hand the stuff out to some friends at a party. ("Some party," he says. "After the first hour it would consist of everyone lying around in a darkened room, not talking.") It was administered one dose at a time, over eight months, to a variety of friends, including Howard's future wife, Norma Alexander. Howard's own experience had the Freudian overtones of dreams, or of a birth visualization--

    "The first thing I saw was a pulsating yellow screwdriver, which disappeared abruptly. And the next thing I knew I was walking up a ladder leading to a 10-foot diving board over a pool. As I was walking up the diving board, my bathing suit disappeared and I was naked. As I dived into the pool, my mother appeared beneath me with her legs open, and I was diving into her vagina. As I got closer, she changed into my sister, who changed into an infant. Then I went into the water, and that was it. The vis ion tuned into a new one."


    "For three or four hours, the way the visualizations changed was always the same and different from any other hallucinogen. It appeared that you"d get one vision, and then a gold or silver web would carry it off and an entirely new set of visions woul d arrive."

    On another trip, he was watching a stage, and all of a sudden music started. The music was like, BOMdidaBOMPdidaBOMdidaBOMP, and pairs of cavemen and cavewomen came dancing onto the stage. The men were behind the women, and they were dancing with them. And then two more of them came onto the stage,rolling this giant stone heart... Later he "had the sensation of slides opening up and him sliding downward at a tremendous speed, with all my experiences arranged, accessible like filing cabinets flashing past." He also experienced behavioral immobility, which wore off only when the visualizations ceased, leaving him in a strange, high energy state. Howard explains--

    "The hallucinatory period ends abruptly, and the first reaction generally is, "What happened? I thought this was supposed the last for 36 hours." Then all of a sudden you realize that it hasn't stopped, it's just changed. You're no longer watching this motion picture, but there are like giant lightning flashes and movements of light all over the place...but there's no waviness, things do not lose their normal form, as they do under heavy dosages of common hallucinogens like LSD or mescaline, where a w all will seem to wave.

    "Another difference was, with hallucinogens generally, if you were to move your hand you'd see a wave-like pattern. With ibogaine, you don't get a continuous wave, you get distinct images, and I noticed it the first time, when I was walking on the stre et...I was on my way to the west side, and I turned around, there were seven distinct after-images of myself. And as I took a step, a new one would appear, and the last one would disappear.

    "During that second high-energy period, which lasts from six to twelve hours, you're seeing all these flashes of light and what's happening, is you're getting thoughts coming into your mind which support the deep symbolic material which came ou t in the initial three or four hour visualization phase. For instance you might be thinking that all people are playing roles, that the basic interaction of humans is on a sexual, nonverbal type of level. And that slowly diminishes, till after about twelv e hours that phase is completely closed out. Apparently a secondary stimulation effect occurs, and that slowly curtails, somewhere between twentyfour and thirty hours, and the subject goes to sleep."

    Says Norma: "I remember thinking, when is this going to end? I'm so tired. I couldn't imagine anyone doing it for fun."


    Strangest of all, Howard awoke after three hours of sleep completely refreshed. "Ten steps out of my door it hit me: For the first time in months, I did not want or need to go cop heroin. In fact, I viewed heroin as a drug that emulated death; I wante d life. I looked down the street, at the trees, the sky, my house and realized that for the first time in my life, I didn't feel afraid."

    Five out of seven of the twenty in this initial trial were addicts who quit heroin or cocaine, involuntarily, for six months or longer, says Lotsof. And two days later, five of the seven had not gone through withdrawal, and had no desire to use hero in, for periods ranging up to eighteen months--up to six months from asingle treatment, and up to eighteen months from a series of five treatments.

    The other two got up the next morning and began their routine of going out to cop junk. "Why?" Howard asked them.

    "Because we're junkies," they said. "We like being junkies."

    Howard was energized: "I don't know if you know anything about heroin addiction, but one of the people that it worked on was a roomate of the other two that it didn't work on. He was living with those guys for six months, while they were shooting up ev ery day, and he wasn't using it. Now, if you know anything about heroin addiction, you know how hard that is . So we knew we had something very unique here."

    They sent a sample to Tim Leary, who didn't like it because it's not euphoric (no LSD mood swings, either). But Leary wasn't looking for treatments, but for something with a more universal, sacramental application; and he was tethered by his preferenc e for a user-friendly party drug, whose therapeutic potential was supposed to sneak up on millions without them noticing (See pgs. 23-25 , cont. 36-38).

    Howard procured a big supply of Iboga root and sent it to a dope chemist he knew, who refused to do anything with it after producing a small initial sample. Howard had run up against what has become a familiar syndrome: Instead of seeing Ibogaine as a Godsend for junkies who want to withdraw painlessly, many people see it as an affront to the myth of the potency of the"hard stuff"--KING HEROIN. Or as Howard says: "Dealers were not interested in selling anything that would cause people to quit doing dru gs."

    Through the years, though, the memory of one vision from his first Ibogaine experience resonated, and sustained him. At the end of the visions, he'd found himself in a darkened room, where a deep voice came to him, and said: "You will bring Ibogaine t o the world, and set it free."

    In 1963, the FDA was beginning to investigate hallucinogens, and they realized his laboratory was ordering large amounts of hallucinogens for experimentation. Lotsof got a "visit" from the FDA enforcement unit responsible for tracking a shipment of 100 grams of mescaline, which had come in one or two days earlier and had already been disbursed.

    There's the mescaline?" asked the two agents. At that time unauthorized use of mescaline on humans could only get you six months, but that was still enough to cause Howard to think fast: "It was used in rat experiments," he said.

    "Where are the rats?" they asked. "They were destroyed in the course of the experiments," shot back Howard.

    The agent eyed him for a moment, and said, "Good answer." It was, in fact, the only answer that could get him out of trouble. In the search of Howard's place, the agents unearthed two grams of the Ibogaine. "That's not mescaline, " he said. "It's Iboga ine. You can't take that." The agents' mouths formed an "O." They demanded to purchase the two grams as a sample and gave Lotsof a receipt. Now the feds knew he was involved in Ibogaine research. They cut off his supplies.of all controlled substances.

    If that didn't make Howard a marked man, events in Berkeley, where Howard and Norma had relocated by 1964, certainly didn't endear him to the authorities. There they played a role in the FREE SPEECH MOVEMENT of Mario Savio, which erupted in September o f that year when the university administration sought to keep civil rights activists returning from the South from setting up the traditional literature tables on Sproul Plaza.

    Howard modestly describes himself and Norma as bit players in the drama. But he tells the story of how someone smuggled a Bible into the local hoosegow, to the hundreds of kids being held after the takeover of Sproul Hall. A Bible soaked in LSD, whose pages were sacramentally consumed, thereby turning the Civil Rights Movement on to acid.

    What Howard does say for attribution is this: "When the authorities realized their multi-million-dollar institution could be brought to a crashing halt with a few cents worth of chemicals, the decision was made to ban LSD."

    It was the CIA's worst nightmare come true. One of their

    pharmaco-warfare genies had escaped from the government labs to the underground. The communists had the Bomb, along with a mode of delivery we weren't willing to use.

    In 1965, the Senate held hearings, and Congress passed a law that became effective at the beginning of 1966. It established felony sentences for trafficking in a whole range of psychedelics including LSD and mescaline. At the same time a wave of media hysteria was loosed upon the country, intended to reprogram the populace to forget about therapeutic benefits and think broken chromosomes and acid-heads staring into the sun until they go blind.

    Curiously, Ibogaine was not on the list, but the feds cut extraordinary corne to nail Lotsof--much more so than if he was the inconsequential acid dealer they claimed.

    Howard was the very first person raided when the law took effect. They were waiting for Howard and Norma at their place in Brooklyn when they came back from a trip to Philadelphia. It was a typical case where there are no drugs--only conspiracy charges based on the word of an informant, because the drugs are gone. More curious still, the conspiracy was supposed to have taken place nine months earlier...before the law had become effective.

    All Assistant U.S. Attorney Robert Morgenthau had was a flakey kid that Howard Lotsof had cut loose more than a year earlier, and who upon getting busted offered to give them... Lotsof. Howard was on some kind of priority list. His friends tried to ge t him the famous civil rights attorney Marvin Garbus,but that didn't work out. So with inadequate counsel, there came a point when the judge turned to Howard and said: "Mr. Lotsof, you claim to be a serious researcher. Name one thing you ever discovered."

    "Well, your Honor, I discovered that Ibogaine can interrupt cocaine and her-oin addiction with a single dose." The judge slammed his gavel down and barked, "The jury will disregard that testimony!" and cleared the courtroom for the day.

    With that one decision not to allow Lotsof to testify into the court record, Ibogaine development was set back two decades--sacrificed to insure that the first-ever prosecution under a popular new law would not be derailed. Trial proceed-ings ground on to their foregone conclusion: Howard was found guilty on 4 misdemeanors and sentenced to fourteen months

    in federal prison.

    Howard got the message: The U.S. certainly didn't want him around as an Ibogaine spokesman. He was in jail during the Summer of Love in 1967, when Dana got to know all the other local psychedelic luminaries. When Howard got out of prison in 1968, he w as shattered. He travelled to Nepal, where for the first time in five years, eating opium, he became re-addicted. When he tried to find some Ibogaine to de-tox, in 1969, it was completely unavailable.

    In 1968, State Police under Gov. Nelson Rockefeller informed the feds Ibogaine was being used to cut heroin in the Syracuse area. (Curiously, Syracuse was a Rockefeller stronghold). Ibogaine soon became Schedule I, like LSD and heroin. Meanwhile, Rock efeller was busy engineering acceptability of his anti-crime brain-child, named Adolphine by it's Nazi inventors--re-named "methadone" by its patent-holder, Rockefeller University.

    Returning to New York, he and Norma enrolled in a methadone program, and got into NewYork University film school. But methadone withdrawal lasts about eight to ten times longer than kicking junk. It lingers in the tissues. The very long-acting quality that makes it socially preferable to smack ~(the addict doesn't have to do up every four hours, so he can hold down a job) makes it a prison without walls. Addicts call it "the orange handcuffs." Still, Lotsof had one unique advantage over the average add ict, who literally doesn't remember what it's like to be off drugs. From Ibogaine, Howard remembered that somewhere, the trap had an exit. Graually, laboriously, 5 milligrams at a time (since methadone cold turkey can kill), he and Norma de-toxed themselv es. On his own Howard invented what is today the only standard method for methadone de-tox: several months of Hell.

    A big factor in subsequent negative attitudes toward methadone later, among the initial supporters of the Ibogaine Project, came from Norma and Howard's recounting their difficulties in getting off of it. They were just finishing getting off methadon e in December 1973, when they were introduced to Dana Beal by a friend of pot guru Ed Rosenthal.

    As final survivors of the psychedelic movement, they hit it off from the start. Soon Dana was making regular morning runs on the D train to hang out at their place in Brooklyn near Pratt Art School. One morning in early 1974, in the period of the gas l ines after the first OPEC price hike, they were discussing which drug was "most psychedelic." Howard said it had to be Ibogaine.

    "What's it like?" asked Dana. "Kind of like harmaline," said Howard. "Oh, you mean telepathine," said Dana, regurgitating the only thing (its synonym) he knew about harmaline.

    "Yeah," said Howard. "But you know what? It stopped my heroin


    The effect on Dana wasn't like a blinding flash of light--more like a bell going off. As the putative new leader of the YIPPIES, Dana was poking through the wreckage of the movement for anything that could be an asset. He filed this interesting fact aw ay among the YIP crown jewels.

    During the next six years, as they collaborated on a number of projects, including three films, Howard gradually regained the confidence he would need to become Ibogaine's spokesman. But to this day, Norma Alexander, a brilliant Afro-American woman who is chief financial officer of NDA International, refuses to go on camera as a spokesperson. She's still paranoid from the '66 bust--and from being Black in America.

    Rockefeller capped off his successful installation of methadone maintenancewith the toughest drug law in the country, named in his honor and used to incarcerate a substantial and growing minority of young, black men.e one thing you ever discovered."

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    Chapter 3: Dhoruba Moore

    Sitting together in early 1974, Dana and the Lotsofs were not the first people to realize methadone has serious problems. Today Ron Fogel works on Ibogaine, but he happens to be one of the with Dr. Robert DuPont. He says they knew it had serious liver and kidney toxicities almost from the beginning, but that Nixon and Rockefeller (Rockefell er University owned the patent) were hell-bent on solving the rising crime rate. To serious concerns among early researchers, the word on the street soon added that it can rot your bones, make your teeth fall out, and cause ballooning of your joints.

    (To be fair, many people tolerate it. Lotsof credits it with getting him off the street so he could put his life back together. But not all opposition is based, as proponents think, on moralistic objections against any addictive drug.)

    In 1968-9, the Black Panthers initiated a whole movement in the Bronx that seized Lincoln Hospital Methadone Detox, the pilot project for New York City and the country. They agitated, picketed and, after shutting it down, occupied it. Then they re-open ed it as Lincoln Drug-Free Detox, using non-Western techniques such as acupuncture and "Social" re-education through the ideology of the Black Panther Party. Only much later would it become clear that one of the longest-lasting impacts of the Panthers was in this area--that a section of the B.P.P. in fact survived, minus guns, in the movement of black acupuncturists.

    The New York Panthers were never as well known outside the city as the Oakland bunch, who as the Central Committee controlled the party paper and so on. The image that really made it out to white radicals across the country was this Myth of Black Pan thers waging a war against police-controlled heroin dealing in Harlem. It was all publicized during the three trials of Dhoruba Bin Wahad (then known as Dhoruba Moore) in the early seventies. His story left a lasting impression amongst the YIPs.

    Born Richard Moore, Dhoruba grew up in the Southeast Bronx in the '50s, which he describes as a "time warp for Black people, who had not yet fully begun to struggle for their liberation." His father was a heroin addict. He was raised by his mother, m ostly. As a teenager, he joined a gang, but because of his father he never dealt anything but marijuana (and, later, a bit of acid).

    In 1962, he was sent to prison for five years for what he describes as "an act of self-defense." In prison he sharpened his mind with the works of various Black and revolutionary writers. His comrades gave him the name "Dhoruba," which is Swahili for " He who is born in the storm." He was released in 1967, into the Vietnam protest era.

    Wanting to become an artist, he began to frequent the East Village. He had an apartment on East Third Street across from a jazz bar called Slug's. It was the Summer of Love, but there is no indication that he attended happenings in nearby Tompkins Squ are Park.

    He became politically active only after the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, April 4, 1968. With the assassination of King, young Blacks everywhere felt that non-violence was not enough--that they had to make things happen faster. Black Panther chapters popped up like mushrooms. Dhoruba decided to go by the Harlem office and check them out.

    Belying the guns and black leather, nine-tenths of the Panther program consisted of organizing rent strikes, community health clinics and free breakfasts for school children (liberally mixed with Black Consciousness education), as well as campaigning against hard drugs. This last included both harassing local dealers and, as mentioned, the ground-breaking takeover of Lincoln Detox. Introducing accupuncture or T'ai Chi was a logical extension of the community health focus and the Maoist ideology of t he Panthers. (It's said the Oakland Panthers just sold the LITTLE RED BOOK, the NewYork Panthers actually read it.) But taking on the feds' pet treatment initiative was enough to get them in a peck of trouble, even if the New York red squad and J. Edgar H oover hadn't had COINTELPRO (the Counter-Intelligence Program) to physically eliminate the Black Revolution. In a memo issued just forty days before the shooting of King, J. Edgar Hoover directed all agents to "prevent the rise of a Messiah" who could u nify, and electrify, the militant black nationalist movement.

    The New York Police Department red squad (BOSS--Bureau of Special Interests) had infiltrated spies into the Panthers from the beginning. In the spring of 1969 they made their move. Based on the actions of provocateurs in their ranks, twenty-one leading New York Panthers were indicted en masse on conspiracy charges of plotting to assassinate various public officials, blow up the subways, the Bronx Botanical Gardens, commit kidnappings, and so on.

    The trial dragged on for more than a year, the longest and most expensive in New York history. In early 1970 Abbie Hoffman donated his $20,000 advance from STEAL THIS BOOK, enough for bond to bail out two of the twenty-one. After joint consultations t he twenty-one elected Dhoruba and Michael Tabor, who were the best public speakers, to represent them on the outside. In the next ten months Dhoruba displayed the kind of leadership that was only bound to get him in more trouble.

    Taking a leaf from their successful elimination of Malcolm X, COINTELPRO next planted letters warning that Dhoruba intended to assassinate Huey Newton. They knew New York was supporting Cleaver in his dispute with the rest of the Oakland central commit tee. A couple people had already been shot in this feud. When Dhoruba got word he was next, he went underground; there was no choice. He and Michael Tabor were immediately denounced as "enemies of the people" on the front page of THE BLACK PANTHER. The C entral Committee said he did it to sabotage the defense of the twenty -one. He was accused of ripping off defense monies.

    The response of his faction was to escalate the struggle in the most creative way. NBC video footage still exists of heavily armed New York Panthers raiding a major Harlem dope distributor, dumping quarter-pounds of heroin into the gutter in the rain , to be washed away.

    It was wildly popular with the Black Community. Even before he and Dhoruba were released on bail, Michael Tabor had published "Capitalism Plus Dope Equals Genocide" through the BPP, denouncing

    "the plague, poisonous, lethal...sold....to Black youths who are desparately seeking a kick, a high...anything that will help make them oblivious to the squalor, to the abject poverty, disease and degradation that engulfs them in their daily existence. ...By weakening , dividing and destroying us, [the plague reinforces] the strength of the oppressor enabling him to perpetuate his dominion over us.

    "It is also the practice of...narcotics agents to seize a quantity of drugs from one dealer, arrest him, but only turn in a portion of the confiscated drugs for evidence. The rest is given to another dealer who sells it and gives a percentage of the p rofits to the narcotics agents. ...In return for information, [informers who are dealers] receive immunity from arrest. The police cannot solve the problem, for they are part of the problem."

    Tabor turned out to be right on--prescient even. Things had gotten so far out of control, you see, that the police themselves were about to be busted, by the Feds. For all intents and purposes, the smack Panthers were dumping in the gutter belonge d to the NYPD.

    It's all a matter of public record, thanks to the KNAPP Commission: how the heroin from the French Connection bust, the biggest haul in U.S. history, had been systematically spirited out of police evidence lockers downtown, replaced with flour, and sol d on the streets of Harlem. And that scam, which brought down the whole house of cards, was only tip of the iceberg.

    New York was unique, because half the junkies in America lived in its five boroughs. All five Mafia families were represented in New York. According to Alfred McCoy's THE POLITICS OF HEROIN IN SOUTHEAST ASIA, the Cosa Nostra had by then established ne w connections in Southeast Asia under the cover of the Viet Nam war, bypassing the now-too-well-known Turkish connection. And as documented by the Knapp Commission, the entire NYPD central narcotic squad (Special Investigations Unit-SIU) was working hand in glove with the five families, selling protection and dealing drugs. For the interlocking directorate of the CIA/SIU/Cosa Nostra, that French Connection heroin was only a tiny bit of a constant flow that kept a quarter million New York addicts in schma goo.

    But that particular house of cards would not come crashing down until Nixon's second term--too late to do much good for Dhoruba and the Panthers. Dhoruba was already on the lam when word came out that the twenty-one had beat their charges. In early Ma y, 1971, the entire case was thrown out by the jury, a humiliating defeat for the criminal justice system.

    For Panthers staffing the Harlem office, waiting for the next move by the police, mere vindication by a jury was like the taste of ashes in their mouths. They might tweak the NYPD by expropriating police drug money and giving it away as breakfasts for school children, but that was a scant substitute for the ability to raise funds via mass organizing, which now seemed certain to expose them only to new conspiracy charges, or death.

    Chicago police had assassinated Fred Hampton and Mark Clark in a fusillade of bullets as they lay sleeping. Cops in Los Angeles laid siege to the Panther head-quarters there and shut it down. For the New York Panthers, the waiting became unbearable. Ma ny of them decided to stay one step ahead of the law, to join Dhoruba underground.

    A new organization was formed, the Black Liberation Army. Jettisoning the community programs, they waged an armed struggle against the police, which of course they were bound to lose. The last black guerrilla was wiped out by 1975. You can't win agains t atom bombs with a machine gun.

    The very first action of the BLA freaked out the cops, though. Someone machine-gunned two cops guarding D.A. Hogan's house--didn't kill them, but ruined them for life. A few days later, two more cops were shot, dead. Now financially dependent on exprop riating smack dealers, the underground continued the campaign of taking the money, destroying the dope, "punishing" the dealers. At a place called the TRIPLE-O social club in the Bronx, an after-hours club catering to dealers and their girlfriends, Dhorub a was caught. Somehow this dope den had pretty incredible police protection. He had just lined the patrons up against the wall, stripped them naked and was collecting their valuables, when the look-out came running upstairs and told Dhoruba the street was full of cops.

    A day or so after the bust, a machine gun found at the scene was linked to the shooting of the two cops guarding D. A. Hogan. One of the patrons of the "Triple O" was trying to become a corrections officer; he was persuaded to tie Dhoruba to the mach ine gun. (Ballistics also matched the shooting to another gun later seized in California, but that was not disclosed for many years.) A fingerprint taken from a copy of the NEW YORK POST wrapped around the communique from the Hogan action was matched wi th Dhoruba's. (Unfortunately, it "had to be destroyed" to get it off the newsprint.)

    The chief government witness was Pauline Josephs, a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic who was on medication for that. Her first statement to the police was that they'd gotten the wrong man, because Dhoruba had been at her place until 9 P.M. The shooting was at 9:08 PM--too soon for anyone to drive from the Bronx to Manhattan. But by holding her in protective custody for almost a year, the D.A.'s men cooked her testimony until they got it just right.

    Nonetheless, there were so many inconsistencies when she got on the stand that the first jury refused to convict, as did a second jury. Finally, during trial three, Dhoruba snapped, rose from the defense table and said, "I'm not going to listen any mor e to that lying bitch!" The display of temper alienated the jury. It took just forty-five minutes for them to convict a man who had gone in four years from ex-con to contender for the mantle of Malcolm X.

    Nineteen years for a crime he didn't commit. For nineteen years he took whatever they threw at him and absorbed it, transformed it. By the end he saw that the problem wasn't just radicals being held political prisoner, but the 40 per cent of all bla ck males in N.Y.C., enmeshed in jail, prison, the courts, or some other phase of the System. In a letter to his wife Tanaquil, dated September 7, 1989, he wrote:

    "I'm tired of being tired, and winters are the loneliest and worst times in prison. I remember the feeling of being "up north" in Clinton or Attica during the winter, so far away from the source of any care or love or warmth--not that anybody really lo ved me during those harsh, bitter times. In Clinton--it's on a mountain--it was so cold your hair would freeze, and the long, heated corridors of that dismal place made you feel like you were underground.

    "Clinton county is one of the poorest in the state, so it's always getting a new prison. It's major growth industry is the traffic in Black and Latino flesh..."

    The new Involuntary Servitude.

    The major, unintended side effect of putting Dhoruba on ice was that he survived to do something about it, while the BLA went down in flames, and even whites in the wing of the movement that practiced armed struggle were finished off in 1981 , in Rockland, New York, in the Brink's job.

    Dhoruba was freed in February 1990, due to the diligence of his attorneys (and his own diligence) in combing through 35 0,000 pages of FBI documents released under the Freedom of Information Act, which proved conclusively that he had been framed.

    The narcs who sold the French Connection heroin in Harlem went down well. Ninety-seven out of 100 members of the SIU resigned in disgrace, were convicted, or committed suicide.

    When the U.S. later invaded Panama to snag Noriega, President Bush propound ed an interesting doctrine, that whenever a government is so riddled with corruption, from to bottom, the people have a right to rebel.

    Much of the rest of the Panther serve-the-people program survived, shorn of armed struggle, in community-based movements of the'70s and '80s like the Black accupuncturists. In fact, YIPSTER TIMES, in 1977, ran a story about the mysterious death of the head of Lincoln Detox only hours before he was to meet Carter Drug Czar Peter Bourne. The Editor who solicited the story, Bob Sisko, attributed it to followers of Lyndon LaRouche, who were vying to take the program over from ex-Panthers. In the fall-out, Dr. Michael Smith became the head of Lincoln Detox.

    Later, Smith would confirm to writer Dennis King that a LaRouche supporter on staff at Lincoln had been feeding info on the Panthers to the New York Police Department. A public campaign emerged against the nest of radicals and Black Panthers at Lincoln Detox. As Ed Koch swept into office as Mayor of New York City, on a platform of cutting all city funding of drug treatment--a shortfall the State of New York was supposed to pick up, but never did--then-State Senator Charles Schumer and other questioned why any government funds at all were going to programs that promoted Black history and community activism as part of treatment.

    Mutulu Shakur and the Panthers who had occupied Lincoln Detox without a break for almost 10 years were lured to downtown Manhattan, to a meeting that was supposed to decide their fate. When they returned to the Bronx, they found Lincoln Detox occupied by 500 police.

    All the radicals refused to accept the new regime, so they automatically didn't get their jobs back. Michael Smith decided to stay for the sake of some kind of continuity.

    As for the LaRouchoids, after riding the National Anti-Drug Coalition (NADC) to mass-movement status in '76 and '77, LaRouche was denounced in '78 by then Black Muslim leader Wallace Muhammed, who called him "hateful." NCLC propaganda (Queen of England dealing dope and all) turned out to be carelessly borrowed whole cloth from the rantings of Nazi propaganda chief Joseph Goebbels, with anti-Semitic references too bold even for the Black Muslims. But perhaps in return for ratting out Lincoln Detox, cooperation and support was unimpeded at the National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA), in the person of Dr. Thomas Gleaton and the "parents' groups" (including Sue Rusche of suburban Atlanta and Otto Moulton of Massachusetts) that NIDA had put together to publicize the anti-marijuana pseudo-science of one Gabriel Nahas.

    In interviews much later with Dennis King, the name that LaRouche defectors linked to the eviction of the Panthers from Lincoln Detox was Dr. Ned Rosinsky. With the Black movement against heroin neutralized, the Nahas group had no problem working closely with Dr. Rosinsky and LaRouche's "War on Drugs" Organization well into the '80's. They incorporated key LaRouche tenets into their "drug prevention" message, e.g., confounding addictive and non-addictive druts, and the attitude that any drug-induced experience constituted a theft from Society. They also co-sponsored conferences at NYU in '79 and Columbia in '80, featuring supposed findings of Nahas (the student of the Nazi Stringaris) first presented in 1978 at the University of Rheims, his alma mater.

    Mutulu Shakur moved to Harlem and started BAANA--the Black Acupuncturists Association of North America--only to be caught up on the Brinks fiasco in Nyack, New York. BAANA fell apart when Mutulu and others drew long prison sentences. Acupuncture itself became politically suspect. Those were the years that LaRouche "Executive Intelligence" personnel had twice-weekly access to the White House--years when marijuana arrests returned from 25% under Carter to the 50/50 parity with hard drug busts that had existed under Nixon. It took the crack epidemic of 1985-86 to get the public to wake up--and to rehabilitate acupuncture as well, since nothing else seemed to work for crack.

    On August 22, 1989, Huey Newton was shot dead by a drug dealer who was tired of being shaken down for donations to Huey's crack habit. Ironically, Bobby Seale had been informed of Ibogaine earlier that year. But by May of 1989, Seale no longer had much to do with Newton, who apparently was hard to deal with on coke.

    Six months later, Dhoruba was released on a showing of gross prosecutorial misconduct during his trial. That day, Dana Beal walked across town to the house of his lawyer, William Kunstler, who was also one of Dhoruba's lawyers. Dana found Dhoruba relaxing with his wife, Tanaquil Jones, on the second floor, and presented him with a summary of information on Ibogaine. So that he would never again need to confront the armed might of the State with a machine gun, just to fight heroin.

    Shunned by the BPP Oakland leadership, with no bail money, Geronimo Pratt was convicted in 1972 of a 1968 murder, despite FBI wiretap logs showing he was 400 miles away at the time; he languishes to this day, with Leonard Peltier and 250 other internationally recognized American political prisonsers, victims of a COINTELPRO that never ended.

    Last updated February 6, 1995
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    CHAPTER 4: Dana Beal

    As Dhoruba said a few months later just before he embraced Nelson Mandela at 125th Street in Harlem, every movement needs a "symbol" to inspire it. The final unintended side effect of all those trials, all that political agitation by Dhoruba's supporte rs, was that a single television image did escape from NewYork, even into the jail where Dana was sitting in Madison, Wisconsin: Black Panthers had tried to drive heroin out of Harlem with guns.

    Dana was born in the same hospital in Ravenna, Ohio, where the dying students were later taken from Kent State. He counts among his formative experiences shaking hands with Jack Kennedy when he campaigned in East Lansing in 1960, and hitch-hiking in August '63, at 16, to Washington, D.C. , in order to be near the foot of the Lincoln Memorial for the "I have a dream" speech. Two months later he organized his first demonstration of 2,000 people, in Lansing, when the Klan blew up four little Bla ck girls in a church on Birmingham Sunday.

    The next year he did a brief stint in a state mental hospital because of his mercurial temper. Because he told shrinks he thought he was destined for something important, they said he was crazy. But that kept him from being drafted in January '65, a m onth with the highest proportion of casualties in Viet Nam. He also became a lifelong critic of thorazine and prolyxin. He escaped, got a job in New York, saved his money, and legalized his status in late 1965.

    On Christmas Day, 1966, after studying epistemology and metaphysics, he tried LSD for the first time. His reaction: Kant was right, it's all phenomena. But after the first few times (including one session with a friendly psychologist who helped him plumb distressing episodes of his early childhood), he found that more and more of the acid had a speed base such as ritalin to gettwice as many hits out of a gram--thereby demonstrating the flaws of an underground market. People were no longer getting a genuine LSD effect. Reinforced by speed, the ego-structures wouldn't let go.

    Because of the furious controversy surrounding CIA sponsorship or involvement in psychedelics, speculation was rife that all this was deliberate--part of a program to keep the psychedelic revolution under control. When Dana got real LSD again, he had a vision:

    "I flashed that all of us in the psychedelic movement were like voluntary guinea pigs in some kind of CIA experiment that had gotten out of control. The White Light was flashing across us like searchlights on a World War I no-man's land. All around me, we were taking casualties. But some of us would make it to the other side; and someone would bring back something wonderful."

    He decided the first battle should be for the least threatening, most popular drug: marijuana. Inspired by a VOICE article on the Dutch Provos, he started the New York Provos with two friends, and called a smoke-in for Tompkins Square Park. The smoke-ins got bigger and bigger, and after a judge ruled a roll-your-own cigarette seen from a distance wasn't grounds for arrest, the Feds moved in an informer who wheedled Dana's personal acid stash out of him. When he was busted in late August of 1967, 3,000 people marched from a Fugs concert, across Fourteenth Street, to the federal holding pen on West Street. It was Dana's first fifteen minutes of fame.

    In October the Provos gave out four pounds of pot at the "Levitation of the Pentagon." Then in December, the Provo Free Store on First Street was raided, and Dana was charged with a pot sale he didn't do. Convinced he couldn't get fair treatment, he fl ed to Mexico, then Canada, where he had to watch Chicago '68 on television.

    One day, sitting in a Vancouver community center, he read an ESQUIRE article on the early psychedelic movement by Tim Leary and Allen Ginsburg. What stuck in his mind, for years, was a passage about using psychedelics to cure heroin addiction. (Of course, LSD doesn't stop withdrawal symptoms. If every junkie could kick with five dollars worth of acid, they'd do just that every time they wanted to cut back on their habits and start over. Ginsberg was thinking of it more as a substitute; he writes Leary that Burroughs said that it would only make withdrawals worse.) [See p. 37].

    In April of '69, Dana filtered back into the United States on a Canadian ID, where he came to rest in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Unable to stay away from organizing for long, he became involved with the White Panthers, and , in a psychedelic manifesto (" Right on, Culture Freaks"), expanded on William Burrough's insight that all forms of social control resemble addiction because the same "backbrain" reflex component involved in addiction underlies everyday work routine.

    In September Dana travelled to Ann Arbor, where he was appointed Field Marshall of the WPP, based on his reputation from New York. That didn't last after the White Panther Party and YIPPIE merged in December. (The Ann Arb or folks were really organizing to get John Sinclair out of ten years in prison for two joints.)

    When, in the aftermath of Kent State, Abbie, Jerry and the Ann Arbor crew cancelled the first D.C. July 4 smoke-in, Dana got Rennie Davis to call it back on. Nixon, emboldened by reports of hard hats beating up peaceniks in NYC, had called his supporte rs to Washington for a July 4th "Honor America Day." The smoke-in wound up with three times as many people as Nixon, and when Billy Graham saw 4,000 protesters marching up the Reflecting Pool in a spontaneous act of self-baptism, he stopped his sermon.

    It took the 1971 July 4 smoke-in, though, where Beal and Forcade added a march against CIA/Vietnam heroin (and which got airplay on CBS Evening News) to motivate the authorities to snag Beal on his old warrant. Ten days later he was busted in Madison, Wisconsin. In September, 2,000 people held a smoke-in outside the jail, and Dana got his second fifteen minutes of fame.

    Dana was not freed of his legal entanglements until five days before the '72 Demcon. But he reached Miami in time to walk into the vicious split between the Yippies (Abbie, Jerry) and the Zippies (Forcade and the ex-White Panthers, minus Ann Arbor, who 'd faded out since Sinclair was released). There, when McGovern sought to soften his stance against the war on the morning of his nomination, Beal was one of the leaders of the Zippies/SDS takeover of the lobby of the candidate's campaign headquarters, at the Doral Hotel.

    He fired the imagination of the counterculture by catching McGovern, hours before he was nominated, on live prime time, with a trick question. First he got McGovern to confirm the CIA and the Saigon regime were deeply involved in pipelining heroin into the U.S. from Vietnam. Then he asked the follow-up: "How can we protect 26 million Americans who smoke pot from all this heroin unless we 'control' pot like alcohol, by legalizing it and selling it over the counter?"

    McGovern ducked the question!

    For democrats, including Abbie's people who were wooing the democrats, this was more like fifteen minutes of infamy than fifteen minutes of fame. Never mind it was the first mass media confirmation that hard drugs had fatally corrupted the U.S. Intelli gence Community--a view that had become conventional wisdom by the mid-'80s. Beal made McGovern look bad, on television. For a long time after that, everything he did after that had to draw its support from the street people. Twenty-five years later, he's still blackballed in some quarters, because of that five-minute exchange.

    Then, a year later, Abbie was busted selling three kilos of cocaine. When he went underground, the zippie wing took over. They did lots of things besides smoke-ins, most notably publicizing the pictures of Hunt and Sturgis in the grassy knoll--i.e., th e theory that a CIA/Mafia conspiracy coordinated by Richard Nixon killed Kennedy.* (At the end of the decade, YIPster TIMES staffers even worked closely with the House Committee on Assassinations, which concluded there had been a second gun.)

    In reaction to the leadership style of Abbie and Jerry, Yippies were almost more concerned about their own faithful internal practice of formal democracy than what was happening in Washington, D.C. In July, 1974, as the Impeachment of Nixon unfolded, Dana spent weeks preparing a second issue with better comparison fotos of the tramps and Hunt and Sturgis, with story attached revealing for the first time of Nixon's presence in Dallas until just hours before the assassination. Then he got on a plane to Washington--Washington state, where YIPs were having a conference at Spokane. On the plane he sat next to the only woman who looked aguely hip and showed her "House to Probe Nixon Death Squad."

    She surprised Dana by not only knowing of the story , but adding information with a personal twist---the focus of the conspiracy that killed JFK was a cell of high-level drug dealers in the Coast Guard, Customs, and the Office of Naval Intelligence. They were centered on Long Island and in Philadelphia. They could never be busted because the Navy, conveniently, was in charge of investigating itself. Their only Achilles heal was that people on the inside had access to huge quantities of dope, and sometimes became strung out. She herself was the daughter of an officer in the Navy or Coast Guard, and she was being shipped out to Spokane to dry out because she'd become totally addicted. Dana urged her to come to the conference, to tell her story to the other YIPs, but she was met at the airport and whisked away.

    At the time Dana discounted her story, but years later, after seeing the autopsy scene in movie JFK, it came flooding back. It was very much on his mind, just two weeks before Nixon resigned, when everyone at the Spokane conference did ALD-52 (5-acet yl-LSD, which was represented to them as "LSD put through an additional step of purification") in a Provo-style attempt to "get everyone on the same trip."

    Robert Goutarel, the father of Ibogaine research, says indole-alkalamines of the LSD series are fundamentally different from the iboga-harmala group--"clear and angelic" as opposed to oneiric (REM-generating). Nonetheless ALD-52 turned out to be ten or twenty times more psychedelic than LSD. That is, its effects lay far more in the direction of Ibogaine than a mere "fishbowl effect," the "apprehension of the oneness of experience" often referred to as "seeing God."

    Philip K. Dick, writing about his own celebrated religious or Near-Death Experience (NDE) in early 1974, described the phenomena of "laminate personality," of being several personalities millennia apart at the same time. Aron Kay, who took the ALD also, confirms that he had flashes of the same thing, the definite sensation of co-existing at several points of time simultaneously: 2,000 years ago, in the present, and some time up ahead in the future. It was Beal's second vision:

    "As we came down to the river," says Dana, "it was like this other personality was in my mind with me, a dominant personality, who looked at the water, saw the twentieth-century pollution, and thought: `The water in this river is totally unacceptable f or performing Baptisms.' And this other person was kind of daydreaming, not even conscious of the me there, until I looked at the litter along the streambank and thought--`But of course, they didn't have non-biodegradable plastics back then.'--and the other personality kind of noticed I was there, and who I was, and thought: `Oh, a Baptist (I had attended Baptist Sunday School)...well, just make sure you don't get your head cut off this time!'"

    After puzzling it out ("Who was that masked man?"), Dana decided this meant he was supposed to avoid taking any unnecessary risks, until his mission, up in the unknowable future, was accomplished. Aron says they sat looking at that river for ho urs.

    Dana consulted with Lotsof when he got back to New York. "Ibogaine was more psychedelic than that?"

    "On Ibogaine, you would have visualized the other personality as sitting there talking to you," was Howard's cryptic reply.

    The ALD affected the others who took it, Ben Masel, etc., similarly; it changed the political trajectory of YIP's inner core. Right up to the Brink's job fiasco in'81, various fringe elements continued to fall for the idea that membership in some kind of secret armed underground vanguard was hipper than a mass movement utilizing weapons of information and consciousness. In 1974, romantic attachment to the S.L.A. (the Symbionese Liberation Army, which kidnapped Patty Hearst and whose leader, Donald DeFr eeze, was probably a police provocateur) had seriously competed among the YIPS with the less glamorous organizing around Nixon's impeachment. After Spokane that was never a problem.

    Within three years the new generation of YIP leaders like Ben Masel had gotten into TAI CHI, the"passive" martial arts form based on throwing blocks, not striking blows--and on just not being in the way of your opponents' blows. Typical of the time was the Yippie action the day after Carter's inauguration, chaining themselves to the White House fence to draw attention to several hundred Nixon-era political prisoners still being held long after COINTELPRO was discredited. They were arrested. And Carter never extended his amnesty from draft dodgers to political prisoners--hundreds, including Dhoruba, continued to sit in captivity.

    The YIPs really didn't care if they were blacklisted in some circles, or dismissed as "the marijuana movement," beecause HIGH TIMES was opening up access to millions of people. By July 4, 1977, they could assemble the same number of people in front of the White House--10,000--as laid seige to Chicago in '68. All from a series of ads in HIGH TIMES. In early 1978, YIPPIE published the SOFT STRATEGY, a major course-correction. You could say it was based on the TAI CHI concept "soft on the outside, hard on the inside"--but what predisposed them to getting into TAI CHI in the first place?

    Instead of the knock 'em, sock 'em, blow 'em up approach of the Weather Underground, they turned to the tough, self-disciplined task of maintaining a more ingratiating exterior while digging in for the long run. They even tried to make peace with the o ther wing of the Yippies, earning Abbie's personal gratitude with the Felt Forum benefit, although not all Abbie's people wanted to be friends.

    When racial fighting dogged New York smoke-ins, it was only a hop, skip and a jump to start ROCK AGAINST RACISM. And RAR was something Howard and his Afro-American wife Norma Alexander could comfortably join. A veterans of the Free Speech Movement, the y'd always been a little too grown-up for the Yippies.

    The stage was set. In the early '60s, when Howard tried to initiate an Ibogaine Project without a support structure in place, it came to nothing. It was like an egg fertilized at the wrong time, coming down the fallopian tube and finding the womb is not ready for it.

    This time Howard had the support of his personal network as well as Dana, OVERTHROW, RAR, and the activist YIPPIE wing of the marijuana movement in practically every state of the Union. And somewhat in reaction to Abbie's people siding with the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS, the younger generation of YIPS took a turn toward a more closed decision-making process, making it very hard to unseat the project once it got going.

    In December 1980, Dana Beal was mad as hell, and he wasn't going to take it anymore. He was willing to "pay any price, bear any burden" to win the war against addiction--including use of psychopharmaco-chemical weapons from the CIA's closet.

    But there 's a post script:

    In September '81, Dana was acquitted of felony assault at the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS after the judge ruled it was a firecracker, not a bomb, and the jury convicted him of recklessness, a misdemeanor which netted him thirty-five days on Riker'sIsland.

    While he was waiting to be sentenced, Dana and Alice Torbush attended one of the first showings of PRINCE OF THE CITY (much of which was shot a few blocks away from 9 Bleecker on Mulberry Street). It's the story of Danny Ciello, the narc who narked out the SIU (NYPD Central Narcotics Unit) in the early '70s. The story had two morals:

    1.) Even if police were 100 percent incorruptible, heroin can't be wiped out, because to penetrate above the street level, agents must either deal it themselves or maintain a number of dealers as informers. But that gives a crucial edge to dealers with police connections; soon they dominate the trade. Organized crime consists of dealers who can buy a cop, an ADA, a judge, or secure protection from the federal intelligence community.

    Cops themselves are damaged by this; in the movie Danny Ciello is moved to act because his own brother, strung out on smack (the methadone is not working), begs him for a connection. That night he returns to Manhattan to supply one of his own snitches after the smack he gave him earlier turns out to be bogus. So he has to go out in the rainy night, to rip off another junkie to take care of his informant.

    2.) Drugs are impossible to prohibit, but police will not give up drug prohibition because junkie snitches are their eyes and ears in the community. Without snitches, they lose control. Moreover, by fostering constant rip-offs, addiction breaks down so lidarity, breeds paranoia, saps the community's potential for social revolution. The Panthers were on to something, all right.

    But if Black Panthers couldn't stop heroin with machine guns, neighborhood support, and no need for search warrants, neither can the police with all the prisons, armed might and sophisticated technology of the State. (Nor can there be redress through t he courts, as shown later in the '80s when the Christic Institute tried to sue elements of the Intelligence Community for bringing 500 tons of cocaine into the country to fund the contras. The federal judge finedthem $1.2 million for general chutzpah.)

    As Dana and Alice left the theatre, another layer of reality fell into place:Fighting addiction with a War on Drugs is worse than useless. It's misleading.

    What we need is a cure, not a war.

    Under Reagan, we got the war, not the cure. As the war dragged on, the proponents of the Dutch harm reduction approach were officially despised, their advice relegated to the sidelines of public discourse. Only when widespread doubt set in after revel ations of gross government complicity in the Contra arms-for-drugs affair was it possible for respectable opposition, beginning with Mayor Kurt Schmoke of Baltimore, to emerge.

    The realcoup de grace was self-inflicted, as the Reagan boom collapsed, spectacularly, on Black Monday, Oct. 19, 1987. Four days earlier, just before noon on Thursday the 15th, Dana pulled together four yippie sympathizers to hold a banner in front of the New York Stock exchange that said "JUMP!" Dana and co were assailed by irate stockbrockers, but in the next three days, the market fell 650 points. Later he talked to someone who'd worked inside, who told him the crash was really just a matte r of the market's collective coke habit catching up with it. In the picture on the facing page, Dana is second-from-the-left, head bent behind the banner (NEWSWEEK).

    Meanwhile, in the commodity marts of Chicago, Richard Dennis was also betting the m arket would crash. The difference was that Dennis, a gay libertarian with a strong belief in drug legalization, walked away with market futures profits variously estimated from $40 to $400 million. He teamed up with Arnold Trebach and Kevin Zeese of the Drug Policy Foundation to make a serious drive to legalize drugs. In autumn of 1988, there were hearings in front of Congressman Charles Rangel's Select Sub-committee on Narcotics, and ABC NEWS convened the most American of institutions, an electronic to wn meeting:

    ...Getting the Last Word--

    The Ted Koppel Town Meeting on Drug Legalization, Sept 8th, 1988:

    Cong. Rangel: I'm asking you--you say that the 13-year-old can't get it, as if you have some scheme as to who can get it. Would you have to be an addict to get it?

    Hugh Downs: Anybody can get drugs now.

    Cong. Rangel: I'm asking--under legalization--would the pharmacist be able to give it? Would you have to go to a doctor to get it?

    Hugh Downs: Wouldn't he be able to do the same kind of thing as with liquor, and determine somebody's age

    Cong. Rangel: You're asking me questions. I'm asking--what kind of control would it be?!

    E. Nadelman:

    I would think that the first thing to do would be to make marijuana legally available--and fairly readily available.

    Ted Koppel: To everyone...

    E. Nadelman: To adults. Like alcohol and tobacco, but with stricter controls. We know right now that sixty million Americans in this country have smoked marijuana. Between twenty and thirty million are smoking it right now. We have zero ove rdose deaths. We know that the vast majority of people who smoke marijuanahave not gone on to harder drugs...

    Cong. Rangel: Get to cocaine.

    E. Nadelman: Last week the Administrative Judge of the DEA, in a suit which asked whether or not marijuana should be made legally available for medical purposes to deal with chemotherapy-

    Cong. Rangel: What happened to crack cocaine and heroin?

    E. Nadelman: You know the polite thing to do would be to let me at least finish what I'm saying.

    Cong. Rangel: You'll be for legalizing cigarettes next.

    E. Nadelman: Listen-- everybody on this panel that's opposed to legalization is opposed to legalizing marijuana. Now the DEA Judge said that compared in toxicity to aspirin, marijuana is overwhelmingly safer.

    Bob Stutman: It's foolish to legalize marijuana.

    E. Nadelman: He said that marijuana is perhaps one of the safest psycho-active substances ever known to man.

    Outburst in the audience!

    Ed Koch: Everybody believes--

    E. Nadelman: When Mayor Koch talks about throwing users in jail, when Mayor Koch says that sixty million Americans...

    Ed Koch: Everybody believes that the drugs that have to be addressed now are cocaine and heroin and crack, and when we've addressed those, even though most of us believe that marijuana ought to not be legalized, that's the last one on the list...

    Outburst in the back of the hall!

    Cong. Rangel: He didn't answer the question!

    Ed Koch: "...and what he has done is to dodge the issue.

    E. Nadelman: Ted, it's the first one. You start with marijuana. Marijuana of all the illicit drugs is the safest...

    Ted Koppel: Hold it! Just all of you hold it one second--turning to the audience, calling on the source of the outburst--- the gentleman behind you who was yelling...

    Dana: My name is Dana Beal, I've been...

    Ted Koppel: I don't care what your name is, what were you yelling about?

    Dana: Okay. The exact quote from the Federal Judge was "the safest, therapeutically active substance known to mankind." That means safer than caffeine, safer than aspirin...

    Ted Koppel: Yeah--

    Dana: That means you're putting people in jail for basically doing something that's completely harmless.

    Ted Koppel: Let me turn to--

    Dana: How can you talk about locking people up in work camps? How can you talk about taking people's...

    Ed Koch: We're talking about cocaine and heroin.

    Dana: ...taking people's homes away from them, evicting people in New York City. Why don't you want to go after the worst first? And this is the real point--how can you justify a situation where you've eliminated pot, but crack--an d heroin--are four times more available, four times cheaper than at the beginning of the Reagan War on Drugs. All you've done, is design a system that gets rid of marijuana, leaving hard drugs! That's all you've done.

    Ted Koppel: I think...

    Dana: And that's to the guy from the DEA.

    Ted Koppel: ...if we can cut that mike over there for a minute now, Dr. Jaffee, you are one of our most distinguished experts here. ... I would like to address the question to you, when that Judge---I must confess I didn't read the decision, I rea d reports of the Judge's the decision--true? marijuana really the safest-- what was the phrase--"therapeutic drug, the safest therapeutic drug?"

    Ed Rosenthal: The safest therapeutically active substance known to humankind.

    Ted Koppel: What do you think Doctor?

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  6. Richard_smoker

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    CHAPTER 5: The Staten Island Project

    In 1981 the marijuana movement was divided between NORML ("the suits") and a larger group of activists who did smoke-ins. Today's Drug Reform Movement (the Drug Policy Foundation and its offshoots) was still a glimmer in the future. NORML was in eclip se, having lost its Capitol Hill clout when Carter Drug Czar Dr. Peter Bourne got caught writing a phony script for quaaludes. That activated a little tidbit about Bourne doing coke at a NORML party, planted with columnist Jack Anderson by NORML head Kei th Stroup. Stroup thought of this as insurance in his running feud with the White House; not realizing Bourne was the best negotiating partner he was going to get. (Some of his own judgment was missing due to coke.)

    The DEA became the lead agency for U.S. drug policy for ten years until, exasperated, Congress re-established the Drug Czar office by statute in 1988.

    When Reagan came in, federal agencies were forbidden even to deal with NORML. The other side wouldn't appear on the same television panel with them. But the marijuana movement of the smoke-ins was unfazed. For five years, until Howard Lotsof started ND A International and achieved self-sufficiency in '86-87, tremendous resources were secretly diverted from legalizing pot to Ibogaine. Like some Third World country developing nuclear weapons, up to half of the YIPPIE GNP went either to the Project or to c orollary organizing like RAR and the GREENS, in order to gain access and build support in the Black and environmental movements.

    After Howard and Norma moved to Staten Island from Brooklyn, it was only a matter of time before people in the loop started calling it "the Staten Island Project." And there was the same degree of secrecy as the Manhattan Project, based at first on as sumptions that forces within the government would once again stop it, and after Howard's decision to go for patents, to protect it from being pirated and suppressed by corporate interests.

    Initially, in '81, Ibogaine was a research project tucked away in a RAR task force innocently called Citizens Against Heroin. Other activities included publication in OVERTHROW of a lengthy report on complicity of World Nazism and the Intelligence Comm unity in the rising heroin influx ("A New Heroin Conspiracy?"), and a demo against blatant police corruption in the Ninth Precinct. By April, however, Howard was already moving to put the Ibogaine Project on independent footing to spare it from intra-YIP PIE feuding. Then everyone ran out of money, at once.

    As 1981 wore on, though, Howard found that a back injury made it imposible to continue as a film-maker, or to pursue his back-up gig as a plumber. His options were narrowing. In December, he landed the first large-scale contribution from an outside source: $4,000. At a Christmas party he ran into a woman he knew who said she had a boyfriend who was an addict, and she would be very interested in treating him. He told her he needed money for basic research, and she put him back at work in the libraries.

    From the original RAR-sponsored literature search of NYU Library, Howard had several books and about two hundred articles on Ibogaine and Tabernanthe iboga. These he studied while he continued to scour other sources for additional materials mentioned in the footnotes. Thenfor about 6 months he again ran out of money. When he could resume, at end of 1982, his next move was get everything translated from French, and to document every paper ever done on Ibogaine. That took about 6 months, with the help of a research librarian. What he was looking for was a clearl y demonstrable relationship between the biochemical mechanisms of action of Ibogaine and the biochemical mechanisms of action of the opiates. So after he reviewed about a century of work on ibogaine, he reviewed the last twenty-five years of biochemical research on the opiates.

    What he found was that every system the opiates work on Ibogaine works on --like the neurohormonal system in the brain, the central nervous system, the production of proteins relating to RNA templating. Virtually every system where the opiates were active, Ibogaine also was active. Additionally, he ran across the 1956 paper by Jurg Schneider, who was working at CIBA-GEIGY at the time, but went on to become President of Dupont's Biochemicals Division. It said Ibogaine potentiates morphine analgesia. It wasn't analgesic itself, but combined with morphine, it could reduce by fifty percent (!) the amount of morphine used to maintain a certain level of freedom from pain.

    The state of Howard's understanding of Ibogaine at the end of 1983 can pretty much be seen in the original patent for treatment of morphine addiction (U.S. #4,499, 096), filed November 18, 1983, in the section reproduced here, with asides:

    Historical Background

    Ibogaine is one of at least twelve alkaloids found in theTabernatheiboga shrub of West Africa. The indigenous peoples have used the drug as a ritual, ordeal or initiation potion in large dosages and a stimulant in smaller doses. One of the first Europe an references to the drug was made by Professor Baillon at the March 6th, 1889, session of the Linnean Society in Paris during which he described samples obtained by Griffon de Bellay from Gabon and the French Congo.

    Early isolation and identification of Ibogaine was accomplished by Dybrowski and Landrin (Compt. rend. ac. sc. 133:748, 1901); Haller and Heckel (ibid. 133:850); Lambert and Heckel (ibid. 133: 1236) and Landrin (Bull. sc. pharm. 11:1905).

    Interest in the drug seemed to lie fallow until it was picked up by Raymond-Hamet and his associates. E. Rothbin and Raymond-Hamet published The Effect of Ibogaine on the isolated Rabbit Uterus in 1938 (Compt. rend. soc. biol. 127: 592-4). Raymond-Ha met continued to study the drug for twenty-two years. He himself published nine papers: Pharmacological Action of Ibogaine (Arch. intern. pharmacodynamie, G3: 27-39, 1939), Two Physiological Properties Common to Ibogaine and Ephedrine (Ibid. 134: 541-4, 1940), Difference Between Physiological Action of Ibogaine and That of Cocaine (Ibid. 211: 285-8, 1940), Mediate and Intermediate Effects of Ibogaine on the Intestine (Compt. rend. soc. biol. 135: 176-79, 1941), Pharmacologic Antagonism of Ibogaine (Compt. rend. 212: 768-771, 1941), Some Color Reactions of Ibogaine (Bull. soc. chem. biol., 25: 205-10, 1943), Sym-pathicosthenic Actions of Ibogaine on the Vessels of the Dog's Paw (Compt. rend. 223: 757-58, 1946), and Interpretation of the Ultr aviolet Absorption Curves of Ibogaine and Tabernathine (Ibid. 229: 1359-61, 1949).

    D. Vincent began his work on Ibogaine by a collaboration with I. Sero: Inhibiting Action of Tabernathe Iboga on Serum Cholinesterase (Compt. rend. Soc. Biol. 136: 612-14, 1942), [this effect is the key to "behavioral immobility" during the first 3-4 hours of treatment]. Vincent participated in the publication of five other papers: The Ultraviolet Absorption Curves of Ibogaine and Tabernathine (B. Brustier, D. Vincent and I. Sero, Compt. rend. 216, 909-11, 1943), Detection of Cholinesterase Inhibi ting Alkaloids (D. Vincent and Paul Beaujard, Ann. pharm. franc. 3: 22-26, 1945), The Cholinesterase of the Pancreas: Its Behavior in the Presence of Some Inhibitors in Comparison with the Cholinesterases of Serum and Brain (D. Vincent and P. Lagreu, Bull. soc. c hem. biol. 31: 1043-45, 1949); and two papers, which he and Raymond-Hamet worked on together: Action of Some Sympathicosthenic Alkaloids on the Cholinesterases (Compt. rend. soc. giol. 150: 1384-1386, 1956) and On Some Pharmacological Effects of Thre e Alkaloids of Tabernathe Iboga: Ibogamine, Iboluteine and Tabernathine (Compt. rend. soc. biol. 154: 2223-2227, 1960).

    The structure of Ibogaine was investigated by Dickel et. al. (J.A.C.S. 80, 123, 1958). The first total synthesis was cited by Buchi et al. (J.A.C.S. 87, 2073, 1965 and J.A.C.S. 88, 3099, 1966).

    In 1956 Salmoiraghi and Page elucidated Ibogaine's relations to serotonin (J. Pharm. I. expt. ther. 120(1) 20-25, 1957-9). About the same time J.A. Schneider published three important papers. The first, Potentiation of Ibogaine on Morphine Analgesia, was done in collaboration with Marie McArthur (Experientia 12: 323-324, 1956) [and gave the earliest clue to Ibogaine's unique interaction with opiates]. The second was Neuropharmacological Studies of Ibogaine: An indole alkaloid with.Central-Stimulant P roperties (Scheider, J.A. and Sigg. E.B. , Annals of the NY acad. of sciences, Vol. 66, 765-776, 1957) and third was An Analysis of the Cardiovascular Action of Ibogaine HCI (J.A. Schneider and R.K. Rinhard, Arch. int. pharmcodyn, 110 92-102, 1957 ) [which showed Ibogaine's temporary cardio-vascular stimulant effect is independent of the central nervous system, the first indication that caution should be observed in giving it to people with weak tickers.]

    Ibogaine's stimulant properties were further investigated by Chen and Bonner in A Study of Central Nervous System Stimulants (J. Pharm. and Expt. Ther., 123 (3): 212-215, 1958 [the first indication Ibogaine is ahealant; rats pretreated with Iboga ine recovered from electroshock twice as fast as those treated with saline (i.e., nothing).] Gershon and Lang published A Psychological Study of Some Indole Alkaloids (Arch. intern. pharmacodynamic, 135: 31-36, 1962).

    In 1969, Claudio Naranjo reported on the effects of both Ibogaine and harmine in human subjects in his paper: Psychotherapeutic Possibilities of New Fantasy-Enhancing Drugs (Clinical Toxicology, 2(2): 209-224, June 1969).

    H.I. Dhahir, in his 1971 doctoral thesis, published A Comparative Study of the Toxicity of Ibogaine and Serotonin (University Microfilm International 71-25-341, Ann Arbor, Mich.) [in which he established that Ibogaine is less toxic than the common n eurotransmitter serotonin]. His paper gives an overview of much of the work accomplished with Ibogaine.

    Additional studies of interest include: The effects of Some Hallucinogens on Aggressiveness of Mice and Rats (Kostowski et al., Pharmacology 7: 259-263, 1972), Cerebral Pharmacokinetics of Tremor-Producing Harmala and Iboga Alkaloids (Zetler et al. , Pharmacology 7(4): 237-248, 1972), High Affinity 3H Serotonin Binding to Caudate: Inhibition By Hallucinogens and Serotonergic Drugs (Whitaker, P. and Seeman, P., Psychopharmacology 59: 1-5, 1978 Biochemistry) and A Common Mechanism of Lysergic Acid. Indolealkylamine And Phenethylamine Hallucinogens: Serotonergic mediation of Behavioral Effects in Rats (Sloviter, Robert et al. J Pharm. & Expt. Ther., 214 (2): 231-238, 1980).

    While Howard harvested data, Dana was still looking for vindication. On St. Paddy's Day, 1981, a small but real bomb had gone off outside 9 Bleecker in the faces of two bomb squad officers. The SOHO WEEKLY NEWS, already gunning for a felony conviction for the firecracker promptly ran a full page charging that if Beal himself hadn't done it for the publicity, he should be locked up anyway as "the leader of a violent cult" and a danger to the community who "attracted violence." They called him "Jim Jones on Bleecker Street." The real perpetrators were never caught, although all indications are it was one of two people on the fringes of the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS itself. But coming after four days of mass media hysteria about the martyrdom of the two cops (who were not maimed, although one lost part of his eyesight), such character assassination made an impression that long outlasted the trial.

    So in the summer of 1981, dead broke, Dana found himself handing John Spacely, ex-publisher of Punk magazine, $20 bills for info about the Marcia Resnick/Johnny Thunders/John Belushi connection which Bill Kunstler might be able to use during the firecracker trial. Spacely was maing a movie about punks on junk with Lech Kowalski, who'd already chonicled the fall of Sid Vicious in the film DOA: A Rite of Passage. Spacely was strung out, and when the junk need was in him, he'd talk freely. Kunstler never used most of most of Spacely's information, however, because he firmly believed no one should be denounced for their private habits, not even to save a client.

    But Dana's trial and partial acquittal had so shifted the debate on heroin that by Christmas, when Dana was released from 35 days in prison on Riker's Island--where he wrote much of "The Secret History of the '70's"-- Abbie Hoffman was busily publicizing his own benefit for Veritas, a residential program specializing in treatment of heroin addiction. Benefit organizer Jill Seiden had convinced her friend DA Robert Morgenthau that Abbie was such an important counter-culture figurehead that having him publicly affirm that heroin was much more sious than grass, or acid, or even coke, would make a difference to millions of people. Such a difference, in fact, that Abbie's sentence on the 1973 cocaine rap should be reduced. In January, 1982, Dana, Howard, Norma and and virtually everyone they knew attended Abbie's first benefit for Veritas. All of a sudden, anti-heroin was hip. And so Abbie Hoffman succeeded in maintaining his radical credibility while securing a substantial reduction in his imprisonment.

    Dana's trial also caused SOHO owner Robert Maxwell to check into rumors that his paper had a heroin problem. He discovered a $1.2 million defici t, and folded the SOHO in 1982. Covering-up to the bitter end, one staffer wrote in the NEW YORK TIMES Op-Ed that the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS had been shut down by a bomb.

    So Dana was motivated. He kept asking when there would be an Ibogaine story OVERTHROW could publish, and more to the point, when there would be some Ibogaine, since Spacely was only the most prominent of scores who it seemed had become strung out in the early 80's. Spacely, a former member of the STP family, had no problem with a 36 hour trip, and volunteered repeatedly to do Ibogaine once the shooting of Gringo was finished.

    But Howard's experiences had led him to a somewhat different set of con-clusions. Most important--he realized the goal was not to treat a few hundred addicts, underground, only to be shut down again by the DEA. His goal was to make Ibogaine a viable alternative, and treat millions. He had to get patents, which could be challenged if any premature leaks in the press undermined his claims of originality. (Fortunately, when Dana tried to pull an end-run in mid-'83 by getting something in HIGH TIMES, now staffed with ex-SOHOites, D.A. Latimer was unsympathetic. His response: "Why would anyone want to quit drugs?"

    High Times was interviewing respresentatives of the British, French and German marijuana movements, assembled for the '83 World Cannabis March on the UN on the first Saturday of
    May-the first US appearance of the original hemp proponent , Dr. Hans-Georg_Behr, author of
    Von Hanf Ist Die Rede. But Latimer was unwilling to run anything new on the US movement,
    either Ibogaine or the pioneering work of Boston's "Doc" Humes, whose Unidentified Flying Idea
    was successfully using black hash for heroin detox, in conjunction with accupressure massage at 45 minute intervals. Harold Humes' views on the historic clash of Persian enlightenment and Baby-
    lonian obscurantism never got the exposure to the High Times audience they probably deserved.

    That year Howard informed Dana he was resigning as producer of the annual May Central Park Rock Against Racism Concert to work full-time on Ibogaine. "With RAR, it's fight the same battle every year. Your problem is that the Black and Jewish groups don't want to work together," he told Dana (who never again found anyone as competent to put on the concert). "I'd rather be a healer. I want to do something permanent ."

    But Howard and Norma did come in for the publication party of Blacklisted News, held on the fifth
    anniversary of Tom Forcade's wake.Jill Seiden had booked it at the Limelight, a new club which
    was supposed to be scandalous because it was in a de-consecrated church. Everyone was there, in-
    cluding John Spacely, who informed Dana he'd run out of patience waiting for the Ibogaine,and
    quit the old-fashioned way, cold turkey. Outside, a severe culture clash erupted between doormen
    and Yippies who didn't meet the dress code. Mitch "the Bitch" Blotter, sometimes of David Peel's
    band and several others were arrested before Ben Zippie came out and stopped everything by stripping naked.

    Meanwhile inside the church, Howard Lotsof was engrossed with Hans Georg-Behr, himself a psychiatrist/addictionologist,swapping the most advanced secrets of the US and German under-
    grounds-the secret of Ibogaine for hemp information. Georg, who was back in the US trying to find a publisher,never succeeded in getting his book out in English. Instead, a summary prepared the
    next year for another publisher and several thousand dollars worth of research were turned over to Jack Herer of the California Marijuana Initiative to use to bring out a White Paper.

    But Hans-Georg stayed at 9 Bleecker for another month and a half, sharing reminiscences with Les
    Ledbetter, who was in the process of quitting the New York Times after being found with two
    joints in his locker. This was unfair, since Les was being fired for the very credentials which got
    him hired in the first place, including being a White House page at age 18, in which capacity Les
    procured pot for John Kennedy, used it medicinally for back pain. Later, at the height of the Vietnam war protests, Les was hired by the Time because they had no one inside the counter-culture.Les soon became part of Forcade's Capitol Hill "Underground Press Syndicate" network,
    around the time Tom pied the US Commissioner of Pornography. In twelve years, Les graduated from the youth beat to edit the night edition, until Times illegally searched his locker.

    Ironically, Les died less than two years later, carried off by a flu because years of alcohol and cocaine (which he would do in the wee hours, after getting off work as night editor) had left him with only seven per cent of his liver. A victim of cocaethylene poisoning, butst for trying to use something less toxic, Les edited Overthrow for a couple of issues with Georg's friend Tom Todd, who hung around after George left.

    Behr went back to Germany a few weeks after the 1983 NORML Formal, where he met Eric Sterling, staffert of U.S. Congressm,an Robert Drinan, who was about to be reassigned to the House Judiciary Committee. Eric was able to arrange for Georg to "testify" about the Dutch system of separating cannabis and hard drugs--but only to two staffers, one of who only came to denounce the Greens a LaRouche.

    By the end of 1983, Howard realized he needed help from real professionals. He made the first of many approaches to the National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA), where he found that this part of the government, at least, was not about to shut him down. They just wouldn't take him seriously. The '60's hysteria about psychedelics might be a fadin g memory, but everyone at NIDA immediately pigeon-holed Lotsof's account of a twenty-year old Ibogaine experiment with the LSD claims of Tim Leary. And despite Leary's statistical record of success treating prison recidivisim, NIDA-crats could fall back on the fact that the risk/benefit ratio with LSD had already been reckoned unacceptable by a higher authority--the U.S. Congress.

    No one was paying any attention to Lotsof's real point: the interruption of addiction was due to a distinct pharmacologic effect of the Ibogaine itself, and not--as with LSD--interaction with a good therapist. Now when he was reviewing the opiate literature, he came across a paper by Dr. Doris, Clouet, who had reviewed 256 other medical projects relating to opiates, and cla ssified and catalogued them. Howard ended up giving her a grant to study his data and explain it to him. For a number of years the other researchers laughed at her behind her back. They called Ibogaine "Clouet's folly."

    In Clouet's report to Howard she stated: "I am not certain...that one should expect or wish that Ibogaine should act like an opiate."

    And: "I will discuss some of my thinking about possible mechanisms of action... ...I am not adverse to positive clinical studies...with certain precautio ns concerning Ibogaine toxicity, especially in "at risk" groups, clinical settings, double-blind tests, etc. because your invention is a new approach to the treatment of addiction..." "There is no data on toxicity in man... There is no information on the setting in which the trials took place and no information on the presence of a physician at the trials. The data probably does not exist in part because interest in the mechan-isms of action underlying hallucinogenic action has been desultory. Therefore, it is not possible...to make any definitive statement about the relationship between the opiates and [Ibogaine]. It should be mentioned that many therapeutic successes arise empirically and not as the result of a well-defined research program."

    Subsequently Clouet confirmed that the fact that Ibogaine abolishes tonic extensor seizure (Chen, Bonner: rigidity of the muscles, as during withdrawal); that it inhibits intestinal contractions; and that it's a nor-adrenalin antagonist--all were specific mechanisms that might interfere with withdrawal.

    To get Ibogaine to addicts, in 1983 Howard and Norma had begun setting up a charity, the Dora Weiner Foundation. Lotsof named the foundation after his grand-mother and put Norma in charge of fundraising. But when she went looking for funding for Ibogaine research, the response was more dismal than the at NIDA. They were up against "Just Say No!"

    "Ninety percent of the anti-drug abuse foundations were only interested in education," says Lotsof.

    "When it comes to solving addiction I found no sympathy for any disease people think is self-induced," Norma recalls. "The reaction was: `Oh, you're a ddicted--serves you right, suffer!' That's what they said."

    Even if the eventual harvest of ignoring Ibogaine was more death and addiction, rehabilitation of an obscure drug didn't square with the strategy of intolerance that was afoot in the land.

    [It wa s also some time in mid-1983 that Dana remembers his upstairs roommate Mitch Halberstadt coming in "fuming about tales of a 'Gay-Linked Immune-Deficiency Disease: "It's blatant homophobia!" said Halberstadt. "They're saying that just being gay causes a fatal disease."

    Mitch was a member of Gay-Lesbian Anti-Discrimination (GLAD); in the late '70's #9 Bleecker functioned for a couple of years as a back office in putting on annual GAY PRIDE DAY. Many of the kids whom Dana tried and failed to keep from t urning on to heroin at Studio 10 were bisexual or gay. He ran into them again later in ACT-UP.]

    The Dora Weiner Foundation managed in just under two years of activity to accrue $4,000. Howard continued to be dependent on handouts from friends and suppor ters in the movement. But he did get one thing: On February 12, 1985, the U.S. Patent Office granted him patent protection for the use of Ibogaine interrupting narcotic dependency.

    Described as "an improved method for interrupting the physiological and p sychological aspects of the heroin addiction sydrome," Howard's invention was said to consist in "its high degree of success, the absence of great pain or discomfort accompanying earlier treatments, the ease and convenience of application, the absence of undesirable or persistent side effects and the persistent effectiveness of the treatment." It was "based on the discovery...that Ibogaine hydrochloride and other non-toxic salts of Ibogaine, possess the unexpected unique ability to disrupt...all the sympt omology demonstrated by addicts in their use of and search for heroin."

    The patent covered the method of treating heroin addiction via oral administration of between 6 mg. and 19 mg. per kg. body weight, or between 400 and 1,000 milligrams, either once or more than once, but with successive doses being separated by a number of days. In other words, the claim was that it wasn't a maintenance drug.

    Howard was ecstatic when he heard his patent had been reported in THE NEW YORK TIMES. Imagine his distress wh en he learned that the Times patent reporter, a genial drunk, had gotten it wrong, and said the ENDABUSE procedure involved intravenous administration--a method that is 10 times more toxic than the proper oral route Lotsof uses.

    Howard quickly followed u p on this by filing for U.S. Patent # 4,587,243, for the rapid interruption of cocaine and amphetamine abuse syndromes. And he did one thing more: He furnished an excellent story to OVERTHROW. In the fall of '85 the paper published a world scoop, informa tion known to YIP's inner core but only the inner core until that time. (See illustration, opposite page.) Ibogaine, a psychedelic drug from the African rainforest, had been secretly developed by the movement as a miracle cure for hard drugs.

    Now Lotsof was in a position to approach major drug companies. But when he and Norma approached Dupont, Lilly and CIBA-GEIGY, once again they were met with crashing indifference.

    "While the indication for narcotic addiction withdrawal is almost certainly worthwhile, it has not been identified as a strategic commitment for our company," wrote Gerald F. Sieschio, licensing manager of CIBA, which held a patent for Ibogaine as a "tonic stimulant" up until 1970. They were so uninterested, in fact, that they turned ov er all their files (the equivalent of a million dollars in research) to Lotsof, gratis. That's how he got the Isbell letter.

    That same year Du Pont's associate director of product licensing, Hermann S. Weissman, told Lotsof, "Our Research and Marketing gro ups have come to the conclusion that Ibogaine does not fall within the priorities of our developmental pharmceutical program."

    Lotsof learned the majors had no interest in developing a natural alkaloid they could not call their own. "The type of patent pr otection the pharmaceutical companies prefer is one in which they actually own the molecule," he says.

    "Our patent protection is use protection--we own the rights to use Ibogaine pursuant to drug dependency. They could earn a million dollars distributing it but their board of directors would say, 'What's a million dollars to us?' That's why our company has its own special niche. "The second reason they're not interested is the stigma of drug dependency, and I'll give you an example: clonidine. A group of researchers at Yale discovered that clonidine, an anti-hypertensive, was useful in ameliorating withdrawal. They got a patent for that use, and Boehringer-Ingleheim, which was the initiator of clonidine, bought up that patent and sat on it. The last thin g they wanted was for the middle-class hypertensive to walk into the pharmacy with a clonidine script and be pegged as an addict. They don't consider that profitable.

    "The third reason is that Ibogaine is a Schedule I Drug. It takes three to six months for the paperwork to clear the DEA just to move it around the country."

    The big drug companies were not interested, but Howard had one more move before he started his own company. He called the Director of Clinical research at NIDA, Barry Brown, who gave him introductions to Herb Kleber, Richard Resnick and Arnold Washton--all prominent drug researchers. He managed to get several of them to serve on his foundation's advisory board: Doctors Kleber, Resnick (one of the developers of naltrexone), and Robert Milman (director of the Substance Abuse Unit at New York Hospital.

    Next he contacted various persons within the government: Charles Rangel, the Chairman of the House Select Committee on narcotics; Nancy Reagan, Al-phonse D'Amato, Guy Molinari, Cuomo and K och. Rangel was the first to respond, asking NIDA Director William Pollin to evaluate the procedure. Howard followed this up with a letter asking Pollin how he intended to evaluate it, and if he had the money to do so.

    Pollin's reply cited Doris Clouet's conclusion that there was no evidence in the existing literature that Ibogaine could act as a substitute narcotic--without her point that this wouldn't be desirable in an interrupter anyway.

    "She further expresses concern about toxicity. She refers specifically to changes in blood pressure, but we would in addition worry about longer term neurological and psychological effects, including the potential for Ibogaine like other hallucinogens becoming a drug of abuse. ..."

    "Perceptual problems, visual hall ucinations, motor difficulties..." suggested to Dr. Pollin a "potential for brain damage."

    In his next letter Pollin mentioned the need for FDA approval and sufficient funding to carry out the research, suggesting that Lotsof submit an application for a g rant from NIDA. Lotsof replied that in designing an investigational new drug application (IND) for the FDA, he'd come across data "relating to the 'potential for brain damage'..." in Dhahir's 1971 paper: "No brain damage was evident after 30 day chronic studies at fifty milligrams per kilogram day. The average dose for our proto-col is about nine per kilogram day in a single-administration treatment."

    What Howard did next was to write to Rangel and say, "Look, I've got Herb Kleber, Richard Resnick and Robert Milman, the top people in the field, ready to evaluate this." When he sent copies of all this correspondence to Kleber, Milman and Resnick, they resigned. They resigned because he was using them not for research, but to attract money to do research.

    "He said money was not an issue," Kleber recalled recently. (And Howard truly believed money would not be an issue, once he made his case.) "Then I got calls from across the country. Howard was using my name to raise money to do this research." Kleber was interested in keeping tabs on Ibogaine, but all three experts wanted $110 an hour apiece just to meet--$2,000-a-day, which Howard didn't have. And when the advisory board names were used in a letter to Rangel to get that funding from Congress, Kle ber, Resnick and Milman all resigned from the board. Kleber told Howard he'd crossed the line by using the names "pro-actively," i.e., in a way that undermined his reputation for scientific objectivity.

    Howard wondered what the Hell an advisory board is g ood for, if you can't put it on the letterhead of your foundation. But Herb Kleber had mixed motives. He was working closely with Yale University psychiatrist Dr. Thomas R. Kosten, who has called Ibogaine "snake oil! It works for everything--nothing works like that."

    They were deep in preliminary studies of their own drug, buprenorphine, an opiate "agonist/antagonist" that seemed to show promise as a treatment of crack. That promise didn't hold up in subsequent studies. Ibogaine does work for crack (a big problem in '86), and unlike buprenorphin, it's not a maintenance drug. Buprenorphine is somewhat useful as a maintenance, or as a de-tox, for opiates (withdrawal is mild compared to methadone). But as a euphoric psychoactive, it seemed a much safer be t to pass the regulatory hurdles than Ibogaine--even if it didn't ultimately work out. And if Ibogaine worked, it would obsolete buprenorphin before it got off the ground.

    "My issue is not with Ibogaine but with Howard Lotsof," says Kleber, who later b ecame Bush's Deputy Drug Czar for Demand Reduction, his treatment expert. "I don't want to tar a chemical with the personality of the person pushing it."

    Today buprenorphine is near completion of Phase III trials--the last stage before approval. The Medic ations Development Division of NIDA didn't really start evaluating Ibogaine until Kleber was on his way out of the White House New Executive Office Building Annex to head up the Substance Abuse Division at Columbia University._
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    CHAPTER 6: Bob Sisko

    Before their falling out, Kleber did introduce Lotsof to Louis Harris, a very prominent biochemist in the opiate field. Harris maintained colonies of addicted animals at the Medical College of Virginia. He and Mario Aceto started designing studies to t est Ibogaine on those animals. Harris told Lotsof another person he should check with. Arthur Jacobson, at the National Institute of Mental Health's Committee on Problems of Drug Dependency, was willing to run and pay for additional studies on any potent ial for abuse with Ibogaine.

    One bit of information Howard did get from Pollin was that the Director of the Addiction Research Center, Jerome Jaffee, was interested. Jaffee was about to replace Pollin as head of NIDA. Howard called him, and he put Howard in touch with Dr. Robert L ange. Lange introduced him to a chemical company. He also put him in contact with a lab in Massachusetts competent to do FDA work that agreed to design and budget studies. But he was still $50,000 short of the money it would take to produce and refine t he Ibogaine.

    In 1986, Lotsof formed NDA International and with a small band of friends, lawyers and investors, secured the worldwide use patents for Ibogaine. The patent (#4,587,243) for coke and amphetamine came through May 6th.

    Howard's first important investor was Leo Zeff. One of the Grand Old Men of Ibogaine, Dr. Zeff had given it to more than 500 of his psychiatric patients when psychedelic research was still respectable. The famed Chilean psychiatrist Claudio Naranjo, who is much better known because he published The Healing Journey in the late '60's, was Zeff's protege. When Lotsof contacted Zeff in Los Angeles, Zeff was transfixed by Howard's explanation of Ibogaine's effect as an addiction interrupter. He immediately reviewed all his files, and came up with only three who had substance abuse problems.

    "They all quit drugs!" he said, when he got back to Howard, "but there were only three who were drug abusers, so I never noticed. When it worked, you see, the Ibogaine always transformed the patient completely."

    "What do you mean?" asked Howard. "What were the effects?"

    "With Ibogaine, we got the most wonderful effects." Zeff immediately withdrew $25,000 from his life savings and invested it in the company. Howard took the money and sponsored the first international Ibogaine symposium in Paris in January, 1987. He br ought together the twelve foremost experts in the world, including Zeff, Robert Goutarel, Otto Gollnhofer, H. Deportere, and William Gladstone.

    "The common denominator is Iboga," explained Professor Otto Gollnhofer in his opening remarks, placing Lotsof's discovery in perspecitive: "If we have cancer and AIDS against which we are struggling, another of the evils of our era is 'drugs,' which may have more victims then any other. The stakes are enormously high."

    Lotsof addressed the conferees, giving a detailed account of Ibogaine effects at the therapeutic dose before patients finally fall asleep. Upon awaking, Lotsof explained, "patients...no longer possess the desire to use cocaine and other drugs."

    The experts, skeptical of this claim, begain to grill Lotsof, probing and challenging. The onslaught began when Goutarel, honorary director of the French National Center for Scientific Research (CNRS), asked, "If the patient is cured, why do you have to repeat the treatment six months later?"

    "The effects of the treatment are not permanent," Lotsof responded.

    Goutarel fired back, "What is the status of the patient when he leaves the hospital?"

    "Completely drug free." Lotsof went on to explain that Ibogaine's effects are only temporary, and the same drives and forces that lead patients to use drugs in the first instance gradually return. Under fire, Lotsof was cool and professional, displaying knowledge and exertise on a par with, if not greater than, many of those present.

    Professor Portier, Director of the Natural Substance Division of the CNRS, quizzed Lotsof likea headmaster would a sophomore: "Can you define what you mean by 'anxiety'?

    "I define anxiety in these terms: an increased adrenergic activity which begins to create a state of discomfort in the patient." As the probing continued, Lotsof passed each test put to him, winning the respect and acceptance of those present. As a peer, he had been through a sort of scientific "rite of passage.' Acknowledged as an expert by the experts, Lotsof sat down and shared his insights and experiences of 25 years with Ibogaine.

    The upshot was a call for an international research initiative. "We must puit forth all of the information we have on the subject from every field," said Professor Gollnhofer, calling for the creation of an interdisciplinary team to conduct Iboga research.

    Among the attendeess was Dr Peter Baumann, a Swiss paychiatrist from Zurich. Baumann had been influencewd by Naranjo, and Naranjjo's whol approach to Ibogaine gre out of his experience with harmaline, which is like a stripped-down Iboga molecule. To get his patients to verbalize--they tended to withdraw or even doze on harmaline--Naranjo customarily administered it with ampetamines, a practice he extended to Ibogaine. Hence his descriptions of Ibogaine as "engendering unique rage." [Quips Howard: "Patients on Ibogain and speed, mand as Hell, because he was trying to distract them from their visualizations in order to grill them about what they were seeing!"]

    All of the other experts present blamed the "unique rage" phenomenon on Naranjo's technique. And they were all being deferential to Zeff, who had given Ibogaine to many more people than Baumann, who was somewhat in the minority in feeling psychiatric intervention during the actual Ibogaine was the key to successful therapy, as with LSD.

    "That was not my experience," said Zeff. "Of everything we tried, Ibogaine achieved the most profound personal transformation of the patient--which after all is the goal and purpose of psychiatry. When it worked, the therapist was just a bystander."

    Baumann berated him. "What do you know, old man. I was Claudio Naranjo's protege."

    "Ah yes, Naranjo. He was a student of mine." Everyone present was embarrassed by Baumann's attempt to humiliate the older man.

    [Baumann, however, nursed a grudge, and in 1990 blamed Ibogaine for the death of one of his clients at his villa in France during an i llicit (his Swiss license was not valid there) group therapy ses-sion. It may well have been caused by Baumann's intrusive badgering technique. The poor woman had a weak heart; but death was inconsistent with Ibogaine over-dose-- it occured not at onset but four hours after administration, when it should have begun to wear off, and only 400 mg. were given. Baumann, however, was mostly interested in "clearing" his drug of preference, MDMA, several doses of which turned up missing in the ensuing investigation. Swiss regulatory authorities recently determined the Ibogaine was not the cause of death. But Howard had long since informed all of his collaborators, world wide, and established a procedure for administration of an antidote.]

    From Paris, Howard and Norma flew to Libreville, Gabon, accompanied by Bob Sisko. The three of them met with President Omar Bongo and his science adviser Dr. Jean-Noel Gassitta, who spent two weeks probing Howard's sincerity. In Gabon,Tabernathe iboga , the plant of which Ibogaine is the main alkaloid, is the sacrament of the national religion, Bwiti. Once in a lifetime, often at puberty, the initiate is given enough of the bark of the plant's roots to "split the head" and induce the four to five hours of visualizations necessary to "meet their ancestors." Possibly they may "meet the Bwiti," a kind of universal African ancestor "between man and angel" equivalent in their religion to the Holy Spirit in Christianity.

    Both Omar Bongo and his predecessor Leon M'ba, the father of Gabonese independence, were Bwiti. Their sacrament was persecuted by colonial authorities. Gabonese are extremely sensitive about being bamboozled by Western druggies and the adverse international regulatory consequences that might ensue from bad press. Export of the root to the outside world is embargoed.

    And here was Howard, asking for supplies: "Your Excellency, America and all the "advanced" countries are in the grip of a terrible epidemic of addiction. Many of the victims in my country are African-Americans--kidnapped perhaps from this very land. But we believe that the antidote exists, here in the sheltering rain forest. We believe the anti-toxin for this terrible plague is iboga, the plant which heals the spirit. We implore you to release emergency medical research supplies of iboga, so that testing can begin to demonstrate to our Food and Drug Administration that iboga is safe--"

    "I know iboga is safe," replied President Bongo. "I have eaten iboga."

    Howard looked him in the eye and said: "I too have eaten iboga, and I know it is safe."

    President Bongo's jaw dropped. Howard was an initiate! The President agreed to release forty kilos of root bark to NDA. He said: "This will be Gabon's gift to America." He thought a minute and said: "This will be Gabon's gift to the world."

    He flew them in his private plane to Ombway, south of the Equator, where they were personal guests of the Binkt Maktar and other parliamentary notables. Dr. Jean-Noel Gassita took them into the densest forest, to see the giant 35-foot iboga trees, which no westerner had seen for sixty years. In the village, they also saw it under cultivation, and were presented with seeds, which did not, unfortuantely, germinate later when supplied to a botanical garden.

    Viewing the old videotape of the trip you can see that Howard and Norma's travelling companion, Bob Sisko, is not his current roly-poly self. He's almost skeletal. He was de facto the addict representative on the trip, since he had a bad coke habit. H e would be the first person treated. He would also be the next great architect of Ibogaine development. In the next two to three years, in new human trials involving two dozen addicts, he would reproduce and verify Howard Lotsof's original results, with f ar closer measurements and greater understanding.

    Bob Sisko returned to New York City from Woodstock in 1976 when he divorced his wife Pauline. He moved in on the YIPPIE ground floor (literally, helping rebuild the ground floor of #9). He did a stint in D.C. YIP, recruiting Alice Torbush into the orga nization. Even when he left for a while, he'd be back. He organized the eighteen months' resistance to the eviction of Studio 10 and led CITIZENS AGAINST HEROIN in 1981. He did the RAR concerts with Howard, and assisted somewhat during the Staten Island P roject phase.

    But during the first half of the '80s, his pet project was the American Clemency Committee. His celebrated postcard campaign forced New York's Governor Cuomo to free Gary McGivern, a convict accused of killing a guard while actually handcuffed in the back seat of a police car. After the Clemency Committee went into hiatus, Dana asked him: "Why don't you do more on Ibogaine?"

    Sisko, whose new thing was a public relations company uptown in the mid-50s, responded by putting together the first corporate package for NDA Interna-tional. He wrote the first product information. He coined the name for the product: "ENDABUSE."

    His PR firm shared office space with law offices housing the defense committee for the "New York 8," Black radicals who were successfully fighting off a police frame-up on weapons charges. Later they organized with Al Sharpton. They were never that k een on Ibogaine, despite its RAR pedigree. They associated it with '62 YIPPIE! marijuana decrim. And its representative was Sisko. While others on the scene were quitting coke after the 70s, Sisko continued to do it every day. He was also doing in excess of a liter of vodka a day.

    Sisko was accompanying Howard to Gabon because his Israeli contacts would be important for extracting and purifying Ibogaine from the root. By the time they made the trip, though, Sisko was free-basing an eighth of an ounce of coke a day.

    The first batch of root bark was bogus--low alkaloid concentrations. The Gabonese had to be massaged into providing a second shipment--the real thing. In the summer of 1987, Omar Bongo visited President Reagan. Unbeknownst to the White House, Lotsof a nd Sisko also arranged to meet with Bongo during his official stay in Washington, D.C. So circumspect was Bongo's security detail in ushering the Ibogaine representatives upstairs, where Bongo received them in shirtsleeves, that the Secret Service didn't even know they were there. Sisko and Howard were almost detained on the way out by flustered feds, until their status as Omar Bongo's honored guests was confirmed by Gabonese security.

    President Bongo arranged to have 40 kilos of primo grade iboga delivered by diplomatic pouch to his embasssy in Ottawa, where it was not illegal, and Howard Lotsof could take possession. From Canada the forty kilos of root bark scrapings moved back to Europe, for extraction and reduction into 97% Ibogaine hydrochloride, and then to Israel, for an additional purification process--to 99.7%--to boost absorbability. Then it was shipped, via Europe, back to Canada.

    Meanwhile, Sisko's business was falling apart.

    "Everyone who knew him was afraid that one day we'd call Sisko," says Howard, "and no one would be alive to answer the phone. Or that we'd get the call. And he'd be dead."

    Finally, the Ibogaine was ready. Based on Howard's '60s experience, it was de-cided not to bring it into the United States. Holland, due to its reputation for having the most rational drug policy in Europe, became the site for the first human experim ents with Ibogaine in twenty-five years. Bob Sisko arrived in Holland a few days after a friendly U.S. physician, December 10, 1987.

    "I was in the public relations business," he says, "and I was surrounded by cocaine--my clients, the people I worked with. They either wanted it, expected it, or they procured it and put it in front of me.

    "What I'd do when I'd travel abroad, is I'd buy a couple of Afrin bottles, you know, and I would empty the Afrin out, and pour the cocaine in. I would fill it up with water, and I would shake it up. Being in the public relations business, you have to be cool. But if you're in a meeting with a straight client, you can always reach in your pocket and take out a bottle of Dristan. And tilt your head back. And nobody knows.

    "Before taking Ibogaine, I was sitting around waiting and drinking a great deal, and doing this coke I had in the Afrin bottle, smoking a lot of cigarettes. Finally, the doctor said, 'Yeah, we can do it in the morning,' and then I realized I had only three cigarettes left, and I said, 'This drug--I've been told--takes thirty-six to forty-eight hours. I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here for thirty-six hours without cigarettes.'

    "Somebody had to go out for me, in the middle of the night, to get me a pack of Camels. And I took the Ibogaine. And the whole time I didn't smoke. And then I looked up, and I saw the doctor take out a cigarette and light it, and I saw him cough. I sa w his body violently react to it, with a tremendous heave-ho. And I said to myself, 'How is it possible that this brilliant man can continue to ingest small amounts of toxin--twenty, thirty times a day--when he knows it to have a cumulative effect?'
    "I haven't had a cigarette since that day."

    Here was the first new discovery, one quite unexpected. Ibogaine can interrupt cigarettes . A few years later C. Everette Koop got on TV and informed us cigarettes and heroin share a common narcotic receptor. Since most addicts smoke cigarettes, Sisk o and Howard soon realized this was a big bonus.

    But there was more. In the time before and after their trip to Gabon, they had immersed themselves in literatures about the African religious version of the experience. Chapter 18 of James Fernandez's "BWITI--An Ethnography of the Religious Imagination in Africa" became part of their orientation package for addicts they were treating. Listen to Bob's account of his first treatment:

    "Within an hour of taking it, you start to get wobbly, and say, whoa, I have to lay down. And then time passes, and all of a sudden you look up and a movie screen appears ["Windows."]. You find a place, either a wall or a ceiling--and what happens is your subconscious and all of your repressed memories come forth, and you're able to view it in a totally impartial manner. In the same way as if you were viewing a motion picture. It's just like watching TV. And this is the stuff that might normally get released fifteen-to-twenty-minutes-a-night while you're in REM sleep.

    "Then what happens is you go through another stage where you ask questions about what you've experienced, and you come up with answers. And then you go through a third period. You gain access to the information stored in your individual hereditary archive. You meet your ancestors. It was a very spiritual 64experience for me.

    "It is a wonder drug. It's like a re-set button, and it clears and re-sets all the neurotransmitters to operate at maximum efficiency, so that everything becomes crystal clear to you. It's a miracle."

    And there was more, although like many who have the experience, Sisko was wary of expressing it for a long time. He met Bwiti--very the avatar of the African religion-- a very definite, highly energetic though discorporate entity.

    When he saw Howard, though, soon after he got back to New York, they had their first big dispute. Sisko told him, "The Ibogaine really works! I never experienced anything like it. We've got to start treating people--real, live addicts--now."

    "As president of a corporation engaged in legitimate pharmaceutical development, I can't get NDA involved in anything that would run afoul of the laws or regulations of the U.S. or any other country where we intend to business," said Howard. "I really sympathize--and I'm interested in sharing your findings. But I can't jeopardize our entire development schedule just to treat a few individuals."

    "Howard, people are dying," Sisko objected. "I know dozens of people personally who need Ibogaine. It's not right to withhold it any longer."

    The argument raged all winter. By spring relations were icy. It took almost a year, using connection he had established with the head of the Chemistry Department of a large university in Western Africa, for Sisko to get his own Ibogaine.

    Among the first to be treated was Fred, a hardcore fiend known to Dana from Studio 10 days. He'd been in and out of jails and Odyssey House since becoming addicted to heroin in 1981. Fred was never a perfect success. But like the patient who can keep his cancer under control with recurrent chemo-therapy, his first treatment in April, 1989, produced such a visible improvement in Fred that Dana completely startled, stopped paying attention to the parade he was marshalling for ten whole minutes. This was long enough for a rival faction to divert the entire back half of the parade to Central Park from its original target, Congressman Charles Rangel's office at 125th Street in Harlem.

    Dana had started going to ACT UP meetings in early '88 because he thought the whole Dutch harm reduction ("safe drugs") model was essential to stop AIDS; now he got up and plugged Ibogaine at ACT UP meetings. The change in Fred was so dramatic, Dana also decided the time had come for the drug reform movement to give Ibogaine the same priority a s legalizing pot or clean needles. He staked all his prestige as founder of the smoke-ins on it, and split the pot movement for three years.

    Ibogaine prevailed in the end.

    Fred even moved into #9 Bleecker. With the re-treatments, he became the most Ibogainized person in the world. And like a scientist puzzling over moon rocks, with each treatment Dana gleaned more data.

    "I met Bwiti the first time," said Fred. "All of a sudden this 300-pound Black Buddha a lot like Fats Domino pops into the room and says 'What are you waiting for? Let's go!' He took me on a journey to a pyramid or a mountain of light, and on it were arranged a Star of David, a cross, a star and crescent, all the symbols of the religions. But from the top of the mountain, shining through all of them but superior to all of them, was this blinding light. And I recognized it as the light Moses saw through the burning bush."

    Five months later, feeling strong pre-addictive anxiety, he contacted Howard for a re-treatment. During it, Fred re-experienced the Holocaust through the eyes of his mother, a survivor of the camps. Later he was able to describe to his uncle, perfect ly, the faces of relatives who'd died in the Nazi death camps, whom he had no way of knowing. His uncle started crying.

    [How do you know if you're having a true religious experience, and not just crazy? Philip Dick says that if you come into information you have no way of knowing, and it later turns out to be true, then perhaps you have had a genuine revelation (a "theophany," he calls it). The catch, of course, is acting in time on it. And if it turns out to be true, the initiate is transposed into realms of freedom--i.e, freedom to act on truth previously unsuspected--realms that would not exist without Iboga.]

    Now of everyone connected with the Project, Sisko's scene overlapped most the the original YIPPIES; he is good friends with YIPPIE founder Bob Fass, for instance. Bob lobbied heavily for the treatment of the wife of his friend Joe the Gentle Giant, a 34-year-old woman named Linda T. He had to lobby, because Lind didn't seem like a good candidate for treatment. "Not only was I a drug addict," she said, "I was an unrepentant one."

    "Everybody kep saying 'oh, you gotta quit drugs! you gotta quit drugs! And I kept saying 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,' but I didn't really want to, because--let's face it--I could afford it. I'd been doing heroin since I was 14 years old. When I wasn't doing it I was taking pills of some sort. "I didn't think Ibogaine was going to work. The reasoin why I got it was because I was addicted to Dutch heroin."

    Sisko wanted to respond to the Dutch doctors who argued that Ibogaine might work on weak American smack, but not real Dutch quality stuff. But Linda had a job that required her to commute to Holland, so she had learned to smoke it there, in the Dutch manner, on tinfoil.

    "From what I know," she continued, "the Ibogaine I took was from the Gabon Republic. I looked like a big gelatine capsule. It had this white-silvery powder in it that had been adjusted to my body weight. I just put it in my mouth and took it. There were other people in the room, and in the other room outside, but I preferred to be alone throughout the whole thing. They kept asking me how I felt. My hands were still shaking four day later.

    "At seventy minutes, it started hitting me. Then I started getting dizzy. And then I said I think I'm going to lay down... My eyes... my eyelids... when I started closing them, turned into a TV screen. And I'm watching a stage."

    She met the Bwiti:

    "I came before the Throne, and His face was a mask with which he gestured 'Yes' and 'No' very emphatically - and he had incredibly deep eyes, so deep I kept thinking they must hurt. He spoke only simple words. He said, 'Go Back!' At first I thought he meant go back to the beginning of Ibogaine, which I wanted to do because I was resisting it, but then I understood what he meant when I was jet-propelled back to the beginning of time. And I witnessed the beginning of earth and how it was put together. I saw behind me and past me. I saw from the beginning of time. I had my life handed back to me, here... finish it.

    "Immediately after the treatment, my heroin use stopped. It worked immediately. With no heavy withdrawals. Just chils. It changed the way I think - even my personality."

    She found her Catholic religious convictions were strengthened; she never again doubted the existence of an afterlife, for example.

    "It totally changed my life. I [didn't] have a habit anymore. I experienced chills, but not bad ones. And I was an experienced drugs addict, one that had been through jonesing many times, not always of my own volition. I was still on heroin before I took the Ibogaine. At first, I took the drug, and I thought that I still wanted to get high, what's wrong? And then, you know, as time went on, and the Ibogaine wore on, it took it out of me--the urge. I had been a junkie for many years, so this, to me was something totally new."

    Linda provided dramatic confirmation of Lotsof's original '63 finding, that Ibogaine can interrupt addiction even in people who neither particularly want nor expect it to work: "I sort of took it to appease everyone," she said, "and the fucking drug worked. I couldn't believe it. It worked." For the next six months she remained drug free, and used the money she saved to invest and start a business manufacturing gaming equipment, which she was soon shipping all over to new places that were opening up legal gambling. After six months she notified Sisko she was beginning to feel the urge to use heroin again, and needed re-treatment. She had, on three occasions during the previous thirty days, taken quaaludes. But she'd remained junkfree. Win a month, she was re-treated.

    Now Linda was something of a social lion of the Manhattan Bohemian set. She was good friends with the "Pople of Pot" Mickey Cesar, leader of the breakaway a few months earlier from the Parade to Congressman Charles Rangel's office. Linda actually appeared in two videos with Mickey around this time while he was out of jail for a spell. So for anyone in the Pople's retinue to pretend Ibogaine didn't work after that was really a matter of focusing on the relapse and ignoring Linda's business sucess. She also happened to be a card-playing buddy of Herbert Hunke, the man who turned William Burroughs on to heroin. He was one of the folks who's just ashappy as can be on his daily 100 mgs. of methadone. But according to Hunke, Ibogaine is the closest thing yet to the cure Burroughs and beats were looking for in the '50's: "Howard Lotsof found the first thing that actually helps you to quit--if you want to."

    In October, 1989, Bob Sisko treated the first Dutch addicts--Ron and Geerte F. of the Dutch squatters movement. Geerte--back from Holland after opening up Umbrella House squat on Avenue C asround the corner from Sisko's place on East 3rd Street--had found out about Ibogaine in New York. She was anxious to get a treatment for Ron, her multiply-addicted boyfriendl.

    Both treatments were a success, even though Geerte tried to resist the Ibogaine's effects. Bob went back to New York, leaving Geerte and Ron enough Ibogaine to treat ten addi tional Dutch junkies. "At first," she says, "Everyone was totally cynical. No one is more cynical than a junkie. But by the end, they were banging on my door, saying, 'Treat us, treat us!' and there wasn't enough Ibogaine." She adds: "Ibogaine is not the solution in itself, although it takes away withdrawal completely. Ibogaine helps you to realize that all power is available to cure yourself through willpower."

    What first convinced all her junkie friends Ibogaine was for real was that Ron, her boyfriend, was selling his 65 milligram daily dose of methadone, and spending the money, not on coke or smack, but on camping gear for their upcoming trip to Nepal. The powerful purgative action of Ibogaine (prized by the Africans) had flushed the methadone right out of his system.

    Ibogaine interrupts methadone addiction. In thirty-six hours, just like heroin. No more two to six months of excruciating withdrawal. This was the second great unexpected finding of Sisko's paraclinical research. It would reverberate powerfully back through the anti-methadone movement, especially the ex-Black Panther accupuncturists.

    When Sisko got back from Holland, he was heavily lobbied by Dana and Fred on behalf of Jeff--a friend of Charles Kritsky, who'd known Howard and Sisko since the day his wife Joan set type for YIPster Times, circa '77-'78. A big fan of Spinrad and a New York survivor of Forcade's Chaoticist circle, Charlie was a half-German, half-Puerto Rican from the Lower East Side. Most of his childhood friend had become junkies except him and his friend Ric, who just smoke pot and did coke. When they were teenagers, they took four of their buddies up to the country for a detox. After sitting up for 48 hous without sleep trying to helpl four junkies kick cold turkey, they developed a profound respect for addiction, but wer e no closer 6to gettting even one of thier friends off junk. Once in the city, one by one, they relapsed.

    Charles, a zealous student of the Ultimate Chaotic act, had consciously followed the progress of Ibogaine since the late '70s. He was a font of reassurance and support for the project amidst indifference; he tried to use his connections on the club Scene to line up publicity and enforsements. Charles needed a treatment for his friend Jeff, a tallented interior designer who, in between being on the nod, did little carpentry jobs at the World, a club on East Houston. Charles had a dream that if he could just get Jeff off dope for a little while, they could turn the cinderblock front of his carriage house on East 5th St. into a store for his rock 'n' roll accessories.

    Jeff was an industrious addict, working long hard hours to maintain $80-$100 daily heroin and almost daily cocaine use. Charlie went along for the treatment. But there was only about a gram of Ibogaine for Jeff, who was almost six feet tall and needed more. "He kept laying there saying, 'Charlie it isn't working'," Charles said later, "But I asked him--so how come you don't get up and go cop?' He couldn't!" Ten hours after taking Ibogaine, he requested a hot fudge sundae.

    Following treatment, Jeff began to complain bitterly about his back. They symptoms were not related to detox, but rather a back injury which the detox had unmasked. A work-related injury had gone undiagnosed for sometime, with Jeff in effect self-medicating for a slipped disk.

    The difference Ibogaine mad in Jeff was electric--the "Xanadu effect." Jeff was one of those junkies who is constantly knick-knacking, pulling antique grill and window-frames out of dumpsters and bringing them home only to have them pile up, unused. Now, in several weeks of feverish construction, all the opium dreams stopped up in Jeff's head were actualized. When the showroom was unveiled--a veritable pleasure dome--Sisko and Dana realized this was their first of a subtle new class of effects: the "Ibogaine artifact."

    Perhaps as result of unmasking thge back injury, or perhaps as the result of his age--41--Jeff's post-treatment was markedly longer than most. But it was useful to find that a heroin habit could mask an underlying injury; and Sisko also noted that the recovery period seemed notably shorter the younger the individual. Jeff's alcohol consumption did decrease makedly at first; personal appearance and hygiene improved. But Jeff's loyalties were sufficiently tangled by by the contempt myany of his junkie friend had for the whole YIP trip, that after two months he relapsed, ripping off Charles in the Process. Still, a single Ibogaine treatment had put the store over the hump, and Kritsky attired the stars, including Madonna, Billy Idol, Hall & Oats, and Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam.

    What would the effect be in the inner city, if all creative people currently impaired on heroin and coke were unleashed, and started small businesses?

    Among the last of nine initial treatms done by Sisko in Amsterdam were a Greek theatrical couple--a director and his mate, a costume designer--who'd read a reprint of the original Overthrow article in the journal of the Greek YIPPIES. "M," the director, was addicted to both heroin and methadone. He used 50 mg.-a-day of methadone, as well as 1/4 of a gram of heroin, but rarely drank and had ceased once-frequent mushroom and LSD use.

    The treatment began with routine Ibogaine symptoms.After an hour, though, "M" began vomiting. Despite the beginnings of the visionary stage, he complained of physical discomfort.Two-and-a-half hours later he asked for methadone. He was not indicating any signs of physical withdrawal, however. Under the pretext of using the bathroom, he phoned his fiancee "A" and insisted she bring him methadone at once.

    When she arrived, she surrptitiously slipped the methadone to "M," who renewed his request to Sisko for methadone. Sisko refused. "M" persuasively argued he was in great discomfort--that the therapy was not working. Sisko debated the pros and cons of aborting treatment. "M" was displaying high anxiety, but still no physical symptoms of withdrawal. He continued to campaign to end the treatment. Sometime thereafter, "A" returned and slipped him 25 mg. Halcion, which he took and promptly threw up, before finally drifting off to sleep hours later.

    Upon awakening, he again summoned "A" to his side and took an additional 30 mg. of methadone.
    Sisko, upon learing of this, decided to terminate the treatment. In the next days, in conferences with both "M" and "A," "M" came to see that what he had experienced was an anxiety reaction, not physical withdrawal from narcotics. Sisko agreed to treat him again, but as soon as he was done treating "A."

    "A" had been living in Athens, sniffing one gram of smack a day for months. She'd been using continually for three years. She had been able to observe what Ibogaine was like in "M," and was most cooperative. Her Ibogaine dose was given in two administrations, one-and-a-half hours apart. At no time did she vomit or feel nauseous. Nor did she experience any discomfort of withdrawal. She recovered quickly, and went home to join "M," who had continued to shoot heroin and do methadone. For a week she refrained from using heroin, despite being around "M's" contined use. At the end of the week, she accompanied him for his second treatment attempt, ten day after the first one.

    Sisko had observed about half of his subjects become nauseaous, and half of these vomit at some time during the treatment. Therefore, "M" began by taking two dramamine. An hour later "M" ingested his dose of Ibogaine, and within 35 minutes was beginning to feel the effects. Seventy minutes after ingestion, he reeported the onset of nausea.

    A booster dose of Ibogaine was administered, but "M" vomite immediately, losing the booster and some Ibogaine ingested earlier. Sisko determined that emergency measures were in order. By prior consent of "M," a rectal acqueous solution had been prepared. It was administered. Within an hour "M" was experiencing the full Ibogaine effect, being characteristically "overwhelmed." The balance of the treatment was uneventful. "M" recovered within three days, declared the procedure an overwhelming success, and moved with "A" to another city.

    These treatments pin-pointed problems--such as coping with "enabling behavior" in a couple where the one who isn't being treated is slipping drugs to the one who is, as well as the urghent requirement for a better anti-nausea medication--that would have to be overcome to perfect the procedure. And there was another discovery here--Ibogaine might work, but only on the second or third try--a result that would be confirmed in animals, as we learn in the next chapter. There was one follow-up phone interview of this coupld. "M" told Sisko that he'd used heroin on just two occasions; "A" told him she had remained completely heroin-free.

    All of these initial treatment episodes became the basis for Sisko's Interrupting Drug Dependency: A Summary of Nine Case Histories. With the publication of Nine Case Histories, Sisko set the stage for his next big idea--making freedom from addiction a reality for those, specifically the Dutch Junkie-bond, who'd initiated the struggle for addict rights.

    Without Ibogaine, "Freedom from addiction" is just a slogan. But Sisko knew that not using Ibogaine one he had it would mean acquiescence in slavery and the perpetuation of slavery.

    It was a challenge Sisko couldn't resist.

    Once he was sure the interruption of addiction was real, Bob Sisko knew that he had to form an organization to make freedom from addiction a reality for addicts everywhere. The name he chose was the International Coalition for Addict Self Help (ICASH). The first ICASH treatment was of the founder of the Junkie-bond, Nico Adriaans.

    Yet it was through the cases of Nico and his girlfriend that Sisko came to know as well the limits of freedom--that Ibogaine is not the cure it was first hoped to be, but a treatment. In time, both Nico and Josien relapsed into addiction, and required re-treatment. On a tape made ten months after his treatment, Nico gave a much clearer description than before to an American junkie of the religious quality of his first experience [See Chapter 8: Nico Adriaans --- where the Voice comes and says, "So if you know, act like it." , ]; and Dana upon seeing this later, asked Sisko: "How could some one relapse after such an experience?

    Sisko thought about it a minute and said: "He forgot. On Ibogaine he will remember again."

    Josien Harms re-counted how she became re-addicted to heroin in another tape made in February, '91, during that later round of treatments:

    "The Ibogaine gives you a feeling that you want to use your brain. You want to be occupied. You want to do things. After Ibogaine, it really gives you a sense like Wow--what possibilities you have, and with heroin, it's just not possible. It puts some grip on your brain, and you're not able to use your brain fully. Maybe four months after I had taken the Ibogaine, I tried it one time and I thought, "Oh yeah, now I remember why I"m don't want to use any more." But somehow, I just tried it a few times, and six months after I took the Ibogaine I was back on, using daily again. I thought I had it under control, and that I could do that . Just take it once in a while. And now, if I do the Ibogaine again, I don't want to play around with it any more. I don't want to try, even try, if I can do that--to use once in a while. I just want to stay away from it this time. It costs too much mone y. And it's just not nice."

    So even though it's not a perfect cure, through a kind of Ibogaine learning curve the possibility of freedom exists for each individual. Because through Ibogaine, unlike the ordinary addict, they have learned how to quit--later, without Ibogaine.

    What is more, information made availble during the experience may lay around, and then, under the stimulus of a disinhibit ing situation, snap into focus months afterward.

    During the spring of 1991 an ex-Israeli Army medic who was working with Sisko and Howard, named Boaz Wachtel, succeeded in wheedling a treament for his cigarette addiction. The treatment worked; but on Ibogaine Boaz experienced being present, 4,000 years earlier, at the offering of the Tablets, and then wandering in the desert for 40 years.

    In August of '91, when Bob Sisko re-treated himself because his drinking had gotten too heavy again, Bwiti instructed him to go to a certain schul on East First Street. There he met someone with contacts in Czechoslovakia and access to an investment hous e with several million dollars to invest. The clinic in Prague didn't work out; the new Czech government was too beholden to Bush and James Baker to grant approval, but soon after the initial contact in the schul, in the Lower East Side apartment of the Czech contact, Boaz experienced one of those moments where everything seems to re-arrange --and information made available to him months before, on the Ibogaine--snapped into focus.

    They were talking about a tank ditch on the Golan, between Israel and Syria, when Boaz remembered a fragment from his visions: the greening of Israel, Syria, Palestine, Jordan, even Saudi Arabia by bringing water down from lakes in Eastern Turkey vi a a series acqueducts. A review of elevation maps showed it was eminently feasible. Boaz credits Ibogaine for strengthening his conviction to act on the vision, the sense that peace in that particular corner of the world remains
    somehow essential in the design of things. He went to work, and today his water-for-peace plan forms one of the few really solid bases for peace negotiations. The region has dangerously depleted its aquifers; everyone in the area needs an agreement tha t will let them share in the potential water from the north, if agreement with Syria can be reached.

    One night not long after Boaz first got his Great New Idea, after he was done explaining how he felt it related to his Ibogaine experience, Sisko conceded that his own recent re-treatment "really refreshed my memories of the first time I did it. The reality of it. When you don't do it for awhile, you really forget what it's like. Did you know that I traveled anywhere in the world in a blink of an eye? It was like Astral Projection."

    He went on to speculate that the effect may be somewhat dependent on place. Sisko wants to take Ibogaine at MT. Sinai, to see if he might be able to talk to Moishe Rebbineu. After another six months or so, he told Dana about a story from Numbers, Chapter 12, Verses 1-16, about Moses and Moses' sister, a story Jews are supposed to study once a year.

    "It really supports the idea that dreaming was the usual medium for religious experience and prophecies," said Sisko.

    Moses was married to an Ethiopian -- a Black woman. And Miriam, his sister, and Aaron started making a stink, saying "Hath the Lord indeed spoken only with Moses? Hath He not spoke also with us?" -- Sisko paused for dramatic effect -- "And the Lord heard it."

    So God called Moses, Aaron, Miriam to the Meeting Tent, and descended on a pillar of cloud and said, "If there be a prophet among you, I the Lord do make myself knwn unto him in a vision, I do speak with in a dream.

    "My servant Moses is not so; he is trusted in all My house; with him I do speak mouth to mouth, even manifestly, and not in dark speeches; and the similitude of the Lord doth he behold" -- in other words I talk to this guy face to face, not in dreams at night like any run-of-the-mill Prophet.

    Then God said, in effect:"You have grievously hassled my Man, Moses. You want White? I'll give you White."

    Ande he turned Miriam into a leper. But because God is merciful, after a week He turned her back.

    "Jews don't talk about this story a lot," Sisko said, "because it involves racism, even though Miriam's primary offense was to undermine the Project, by dissing Moses."

    "But the story seems to say God is against racism. That he views it as spiritual leprosy."

    Since his second treatment, Sisko religiously dons his skull-cap and marches over to schul every Friday night. He is unavailable on Saturdays. He wants to go take Ibogaine on Mt. Sinai. He wants to see if he can talk to Moishe Rebbineu. But even with out that, his gadfly role, hassling the feds for proceding so ponderously with Ibogaine development, is in the highest tradition of confronting a complacent,Pharonic authority, and speaking truth to power.

    He hasn't smoked a cigarette in five and a half years.
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    CHAPTER 7: Stanley Glick

    In 1986, Howard Lotsof again approached the National Institute of Drug Abuse (NIDA) and asked them to put Ibogaine to the hardest test. Have your doctors, he said, give it to subjects you pick, double-blind.

    "We don't really believe you," they replied, "and anyway you have to demonstrate it in the animal model."

    "Animals are animals and people are people," he objected. But he realized the work would have to go forth, and he set out to do it. First Lotsof would have to get Ibogaine, and none of the European pharmaceutical giants would sell him any, unless he got European patents. So while he obtained patents in fourteen countries other than the United States, he made the trip to Libreville so he could manufacture his own Ibogaine.

    When he finally got his first Ibogaine nine months later, Howard began working on data for attenuating the alcohol dependency syndrome. Here he was venturing beyond his original '62-'63 trials, so he contracted with a professor through a graduate student at McGill in Montreal to check out Ibogaine's effect on alcoholic rats. The professor turned the real work over to the same graduate student-- who turned out to be simply incapable of performing the analysis to recognize the trend that was clear in his experimental data.

    "This kid could have published the first scientific paper showing abogaine's efficacy. Instead, he went with me to the bank, where I withdrew every cent I had and gave it to him. Then he said, 'You know, you really fucked me over.' Fortunately, our contract specified that I owned the data from his experiment. When I looked it over, the attenuation of alcohol consumption was clear. This guy was simply unwilling to see it."

    Howard filed the patent (U.S. #4,857,523) for attentuation of alcohol dependency s yndrome, July 18, 1988. It was granted the next year, August 15, 1989.

    Upon getting supplies, Howard had fired off a sample to Drug Testing Program of the College on Problems of Drug Dependency at the National Institute of Health in Maryland. In January of '88 he got back a letter from Dr. Arthur E. Jacobsen, the Chairman of the Program, reporting that the Dr. James H. Woods of the University of Michigan Medical School in Ann Arbor had determined Ibogaine was not a substitute narcotic. 69

    Using in vitro (in glass, i.e., not in living animals) preparations of the brains of rats and the brain stems of mice, Woods showed Ibogaine "did not exhibit significant opioid activity."

    Howard next furnished Ibogaine to researchers in the Pharmacology Department at Erasmus University, Rotterdam. E.D. Dzoljic, Charlie Kaplan and M.R. Dzoljic developed a method of injecting it into the ventricles (little spaces) of rat's brains, so that they would get the effects of regular IV or interperitoneal adminstration with a thousandth of the usual amount. For them fifty grams was like fifty kilos.

    In '88, the Dutch group was the first to publish a full paper, Effect of Ibogaine on Naloxone-percipitated Withdrawal Syndrome in Chronic Morphine Dependent Rats. Live rats were addicted by implanting them with morphine pellets, then t hrown into withdrawal with naloxone (the morphine "blocker" developed in the '60s, prototype of today's longer-acting naltrexone). By injecting Ibogaine into3 the brain (intercerebroventricularly) fifteen minutes before the naloxone, withdrawal was lessened, especially signs related to locomotion (rearing, digging, jumping)--as well as head-hiding, chewing, teeth-chattering, writhing and salivation--which showed withdrawal was being blocked. The rats also had less desire to hide and to escape; the only sign that increased was penile-licking(!). Kaplan and the Dzoljics noted studies showing Ibogaine simultaneously stimulates sleeping (acetylcholine) and fight-or-flight (nor-adrenalin) brain pathways.

    Now in the world of pharmaceutical giants, NDA International was an amoeba among whales ("Three officers and nine lawyers," quips Norma). It was Norma, Howard and Bruce Sakow, a commercial screen writer who was their first investor ("I've known Howard since the eary '70s," says Sakow. "When I put my money in I thought I was throwing it away. I didn't think he would get as far as he has.")

    Lotsof ran out of money in 1989, after he had contracted with Dr. Stanley Glick, head of the Department of Pharmacology and Toxicology at Albany College of Medicine, to test whether Ibogaine would depress long-term intake of morphine in rats.

    To find out, Glick trained his rats to self-inject about 75 milligrams (mg.) of morphine a day, enough to feel pleasure but not enough to be addicted. He took them off morphine on weekends: These were "casual user" rats. Each time a rat would press a l ever, they'd get .04 mg. per kilo (mg/kg) of body-weight.

    Ibogaine in doses ranging from 2.5 to 80 mgs. was given either before and after the morphine on day one of the experiment. Immediately, 5 mg. of Ibogaine cut morphine intake 40 percent; 10 mg. cut it in half; 20 mg., 60 percent; and 40 mg. cut it to on e-tenth of what it was at the beginning of the experiment. But since Ibogaine causes behavioral immobility, in the first twenty-four hours water intake was also severely depressed by the time the dose reached 40 mg./kg.

    What grabbed Glick's attention was the after-effect. Ibogaine goes out of the body in a few hours, but doses of 40 to 80 mg./kg. depressed intake up to several weeks! Moreover, after several weekly treatments, this after-effect kicked in with some rats who were initially resistant. Not only that, this after-effect was not aversive (a simple conditioned negative response) because it happened whether Ibogaine was given before or after the morphine on day one of the experiment.

    Although Ibogaine was shown in 1956 to double the painkilling effect of morphine, that only happens for the few hours that both are in the body. Ibogaine couldn't be an antagonist,
    because the rats would just have bar-pressed more morphine. Anyway, most researchers thought indole-alkaloids aren't supposed to interact with the morphine pathways at all. Glick speculated that either a long-lasting Ibogaine metabolite or some lesi oning of the brain might be involved.

    Now under the terms of their contract, Dr. Glick had to send Lotsof a preliminary report. But researchers don't like to circulate anything before formal publication in a scientific journal; and to Glick's embarrassment, he says, Lotsof "sent the data to two dozen people around the world!" Glick was relieved when Lotsof couldn't pay him the rest of the money. That allowed him to break the contract, but continue Ibogaine research with his regular block grants from NIDA.

    His next experiment (summarized inInteractions between Ibogaine, an potential anti-addictive agent, and morphine: an in vivo microdialysis study , with I.M. Maisonneuve and R.W. Keller, Jr.) used probes set in the skulls of living rats to colle ct minute amounts of a neurotransmitter called dopamine (DA), to track the effect of Ibogaine on the morphine high.

    Dopamine makes your "pleasure centers" do their thing; when one neuron fires off dopamine to the next neuron, it feels good. It also triggers locomotion. In Parkinson's disease the dopamine
    system shuts down, causing paralysis.

    Cocaine produces a surplus of DA in the intersynaptic space by occupying a slot on the protein "transporter" that carries DA back into the neuron for re-use. Morphine, nicotine, and booze increase the neuronal firi ng rate. Amphetamine increases DA release directly. But take away your usual drug (except for marijuana, which keys into a completely different network atop the brain) and you'll feel listless, anhedonic (no pleasure) and even the pangs of acute withdrawal.

    The common denominator effect of all these drugs is chronic DA surplus in the mesocortical or mesolimbic system, i.e., where dopamine pathways project either into the pre-frontal cortex (decision-making), or a little bulb called the nucleus accumbens (sexual pleasure, movement). or further back in the occiput, into the striated cortex, the striatum (visualization). In the standard model of addiction, visualization in the striatum (a) triggers craving in the nucleus accumbens, (b) which sets up a dopiminergic cascade of further visualizations and cravings that finally trip the dopamine switch in the pre-frontal cortex, (c) initiating drug-taking.

    Glick, Maisonneuve, et al. sought to determine first, what Ibogaine alone does to extra-cellular DA and its metabolites, DOPAC (3,4 dihydroxyphenacetic acid) and HVA (homovanillic acid)? Next, how does morphine by itself, 5 mg. and 30 mg., effect all three regions? Finally, what does Ibogaine pre-treatment nineteen hours prior to 5 mg. of morphine [by which time the Ibogaine--with a "half life" in the body of one hour, according to Dhahir--is certainly gone] do to the dopamine release and behav ioral change that normally come with a 5 mg. per kilogram dose of morphine?

    Acutely (i.e., right away) Ibogaine decreased DA in the striatum, increased it in the pre-frontal cortex, had no effect in the nucleus accumbens.* But the metabolite DOPAC increased in all three areas; HVA increased in the striatum and nucleus accumbens.

    On the other hand, the lower five mg. dose of morphine kicked up DA and its metabolites in all three regions; while 30 milligrams increased not dopamine but the metabolites. [On the graph it looks like the entire increase shifts into metabolites.]

    After Ibogaine pre-treatment, 5 mgs. of morphine failed to raise DA levels in the three regions. Instead there was a rise in metabolites similar to 30 mgs. of morphine with no Ibogaine pre-treatment, (except in the neo-cortex, where DOPAC stayed flat and HVA increase was de layed and smaller).

    Likewise, 5 mgs. of morphine by itself inhibited motor activity for 40 minutes, followed by a burst of excitement. But in pre-treated rats there was no excited period, just an inhibitory phase (of two hours) much like 30 mgs. of morphine (three hrs). Was a long-lasting metabolite of Ibogaine potentiating the morphine, so that a 5 mg. dose had the same effect as a 30 mg. dose? Or was a neurotoxic effect damaging some DA neurons while increasing firing of the remaining ones? The second possibility seemed ruled out by Dhahir's '71 study, in which rats treated for thirty days with 10 to 30 mg./kg. of Ibogaine showed no neuronal damage.

    With 5 mgs. of morphine, increased motor activity matched a rise in striatal dopamine (80 % of DA receptors are in the striatum). Glick concluded that the30 mg./kg. dose somehow additional opioid sites were being activated, blocking striatal DA release.

    With Ibogaine treatment, DA release was also down. Since Glick found the same morphine level (5 mg./kg.) in the control group, this meant neither Ibogaine nor a longlasting metabolite was prolonging morphine half life. Morphine was still firing off DA, but it was turning into metabolites DOPAC and HVA instead of hanging out. Glick did know that by preventing a DA surplus in the nucleus accumbens, Ibogaine could decrease morphine's "reinforcing effect."

    Glick's group followed this up with the most complex set of tests yet, trucking in radioactive samples (radio-ligands) of Ibogaine and its closest relatives to find whether the reduction of morphine intake was specific to Ibogaine, or if '60s psychedelic researchers had missed a general effect of a number of indole-ring compounds. Glick chose Ibogaine HCI, ibogamine, tabernanthine, corinaridine, harmaline HCI, harmane HCI, and harmine HCI.

    Published later as Mechanisms of action of Ibogaine and Harmaline cogeners based on radioligand binding studies , the experiments aimed to answer three questions: Was Ibogaine locking into one of the opiate receptors? Does the hallucinogenic effect involve the serotonin (5 HT) receptors? And third, iboga and harmala alkaloids produce tremor (slight shaking)--how? For comparison purposes, drugs were used with known affinities for thirty different kinds of brain receptor including dopamine, se ratonin, adrenalin and opiates, but also GABA, cannabinoid, CI (since Ibogaine HCI is a chloride salt), benzodiazapine (BZD) and several others.

    There were some big surprises. Lack of affinity for serotonin receptors showed that iboga and harmala indolealkalamines--even though they share an indole ring--are fundamentally different from the LSD series. As for tremor, it wasn't happening in the GABA receptor; nor was chloride uptake being blocked at the BZD (valium) receptor. Instead all the harmala and iboga compounds were conductively--i.e, neuro-electrically--firing via the sodium channels.

    But the real find was that all the iboga compounds--and none of the harmala ones--had a transient affinity for the KAPPA-opiate receptor. But only transient--one rinse of the homogenized brain tissue used in the experiment freed it up for any competing chemical. By comparison, buprenorphin, which cannot be blocked by naloxone once it is administered, gives up its hold on opiate receptors most reluctantly. Ibogaine's long-lasing effect doesn't come by locking out opiates. It does just enough to block wi thdrawal 95 percent, but leave the addict something to overcome. Once again it was shown to be neither a substitute narcotic nor an antagonist (blocker).

    Glick was now completely hooked on Ibogaine research. He converted one-third of his lab to his own mini-Staten Island project, spending a few hundred thousand in NIDA block grants.

    Next Glick studied Ibogaine and D-amphetamine (remember "dexies"?), since amphetamine produces dopamine surplus via the most straightforward route (increased release, versus increased neuronal firing rate on morphine, etc.). Rats will inject amphetamine directly into the nucleus accumbens. Also, lesioning there decreases amphetamine-induced DA release and hyperactivity.

    Nineteen hours after the pre-treatment, dopamine levels were back to nor-mal; but both metabolites (DOPAC, HVA) were still down. When D-amphetamine was given, DA levels were doubled in both the nucleus accumbens and striatum of pre-treated rats, while metabolites decreased. Pre-treatment also increased locomotion across a broad range of doses, and after the first hour, made it peak sooner.

    How, if pre-treatment doubled DA release, and DA causes the pleasure that makes drugs addictive, could Ibogaine interrupt amphetamine abuse? The answer lies in the well-known unpleasant " wasted" feeling produced by too much amphetamine. As Glick said later in Interactions of ibogaine and D-amphetamine: in vivo microdialysis and motor activity in rats (with I.M. Maisonneuve and R.W. Keller, Jr.), released DA activates other autoreceptors, so that one too-hig h dose can produce an averse reaction to subsequent low doses.

    How? Glick proposed Ibogaine might do this by sensitizing the neurons, or via his elusive "long-lasting Ibogaine metabolite."

    Next Glick's group went back to measure, more exactly, what happens with dopamine and behavior when morphine is given one hour, nineteen hours, one week and one month after Ibogaine pre-treatment. As explained in Acute and Prolonged effects of Iboga ine on brain dopamine metabolism and morphine-induced locomotor activity in rats , they first recorded the effects of morphine on locomotion. Then, instead of teasing traces of DA and its metabolites from between the neurons with dialysis, this time they killed the rats and determined total DA tissue content.

    The first mystery solved was how DOPAC and HVA are depressed nineteen hours after pre-treatment: within an hour of Ibogainization, dopamine fell a whopping 54 % in the pre-frontal cortex, 51% in the nucleus accumbens, and 42 % in the striatum (where 80 % of DA receptors reside). Nineteen hours later, DOPAC was still at 85% of normal in the nucleus accumbens and 83% in the striatum; the pre-frontal cortex was normal. Aweek after Ibogaine, striatial DOPAC was still 90 % of normal. (Glick was so surprised he checked this finding twice.) After a month, everything was normal.

    Now Ibogaine itself inhibits motor activity, but only during the first hour. A week after Ibogaine Glick's rats were more active, which indicates the initial DA drop wasn't a result of simple lesioning--say of the nucelus accumbens. But even after a week, Ibogaine (40 mg./kg.) depressed morphine's behavioral stimulation, except at the high dose of 30 mg./kg. Since his second study (Interactions between Ibogaine and Morphine) found expected DA release was depressed in the striatum, but not the nucleus accumbens (which is thought to govern movement), Glick could only speculate the absence of stimulation might result from striatally-induced morphine rigidity. [The alternative explanation--inhibition of visualization in the triggering of craving--is harder to check out in rats. But he was also inclined to see visualizations as an undesirable side effect of Ibogaine therapy.] At one month later, the inhibition of morphine effect finally wore off.

    Yet if the second study recorded no 50 % DA release, and only moderate metabolite increase (HVA), where was the dopamine going? Ibogaine action on voltage-dependent sodium channels could release a little, and block re-uptake a bit, but that doesn't account for 50 %! Perhaps DOPAC decrease at nineteen hours could result from new DA being diverted into storage pools. But to fully explain it, Glick was left either with his elusive, and now very long-lasting, metabolite or "persistent neuronal change."

    Finally, Maisonneuve and Glick tried out Ibogaine on cocaine. Repeating the combo of micro-dialysis and measurement of behavioral stimulation, they found that cocaine challenge (i.e., fresh administration) nineteen hours after pre-treatment boosted and lengthened the usual DA release in the nucleus accumbens, and to a lesser extent, in the striatum. Behavioral stimulation was increased only in the second hour, but that might be because the rats were not yet habituated to cocaine. They could only begin to be habituated in the second hour, when the motor enhancement corresponds to the first point of the cocaine "crash," where the user typically becomes uncomfortable and hyperstimulated.

    In Interactions between ibogaine and cocaine in rats: in vivo microdialysis and motor behavior , Maisonneuve and Glick noted the effect would be the same as a higher-than-intended dose of cocaine--anxiety-producing, ergo, aversive. Just like amphetamine. Of course, how Ibogaine pre-treatment could increase DA release with amphetamine while blocking DA re-uptake with cocaine, was as big a mystery of how pre-treatment could work at all when Ibogaine is completely out of the body after nineteen hours.

    Glick now leaned toward the "long-lasting metabolite" hypothesis. If he could find it, and patent it, it would do everything Ibogaine does sans psychedelic effect. And as Dr. Marvin Snyder of NIDA told a NEWSDAY reporter in the summer of 1990: "We're n ot looking at any drugs with psychedelic effects [for treatment of drug dependency]."

    To be fair, as a veteran NIDA grantsman, Glick was aware Ibogaine had powerful adversaries in high places. He was aware Ibogaine had been plugged in the first draft of a 1989 Senate Judiciary Report on new medications for drug dependen-cy, but was drop ped from the final draft because Dr. Thomas Kosten and another doctor from Yale wrote a letter objecting that it's an "herbal." (Actually, Howard now gets synthetic 99.7 percent pure Ibogaine from Omnichem in Belgium.)

    The centerpiece of the report? Buprenophine, which doesn't work that well, and is addictive...but was developed by Kosten and Herb Kleber. So where Glick told NEWSDAY in 1990 that "lying on your back for two days would be a small price to pay" if Ibo gaine worked, by October 16, 1991, he told the ALBANY TIMES-UNION, "It is doubtful Ibogaine could ever be marketed because of its psychoactive properties and the muscle tremor." He opined that they'd probably wait ten years to develop a synthetic. Glick needed NIDA grants to do anything, and Herb Kleber was Deputy Drug Czar.

    To Lotsof and his supporters, the visualization or "waking REM" (Rapid Eye Movement, as in dreaming) effect was integral to Ibogaine's efficacy. Howard says this phase, which only lasts four-to-five hours, enables the addict to dredge up all kinds of traumatic material while in a "neutral cognitive state," and is essential to their "maturing out of addiction." Certainly, there's no way to learn how important waking REM is by studying rats, mice or monkeys.

    "Originally our critics told us no medication can get at the deep psychological roots of addiction," says Howard. "Well, you certainly can't affect those roots without getting at them.

    "They want crops without plowing up the ground... rain without thunder and lightning. They want the Ocean without the awful roar of its many waters."

    Gradually, though, Lotsof has become reconciled with Glick. In February 1990, when he got more good news from Jacobsen of the Committee on Problems of Drug Dependence, he made certain Glick was first to know. Drs. Aceto, Bowman and Harris of the Medic al College of Virginia had performed research showing that Ibogaine does not cause significant physical dependence. Here was independent confirmation Ibogaine had at least one characteristic of a true addiction interrupter.

    On April 30, 1991, Dr. Stanley Glick gave a one-hour lecture, with slides, at Mt. Sinai Hospital--as a courtesy, since personnel there had been instrumental in introducing him to Lotsof in 1986. As a courtesy, Howard, Bob Sisko and Dana Beal were all i nvited. They sat there as Glick presented an overwhelming profusion of charts, graphs and statistics, a slick show on his phase of the Staten Island Project. But his principal findings were simple:

    *Ibogaine is neither a substitute narcotic nor a crude mechanical blocker like naltrexone.

    *Iboga, but not other indoleakalamines, temporarily bind to the KAPPA-opiate receptor, enough to ameliorate withdrawal but not enough that the addict feelsno withdrawal whatsoever.

    * Ibogaine depressed morphine intake in all but one of twelve rats who were not addicted, but were self-injecting for pleasure. Ibogaine decreases, but does not extinguish, pleasure response.

    * Through the same mysterious mechanisms Ibogaine boosted amphetamine and cocaine effect in a way that could be anxiogenic, "aversive" in addicts upon first trying coke or amphetamines after treatment.

    When the hour was up, and Glick was done, Howard Lotsof walked up to him and said: "Listening to your presentation, viewing your data, I felt like I was present when Enrico Fermi initiated the first nuclear reaction under the Stadium at the University of Chicago."
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    CHAPTER 8: Nico Adriaans

    At the beginning of Glick's presentation, he threw in a slide he considered to be a gag: a headline from an article in the VILLAGE VOICE, entitled: MIRACLE CURE ? Advocates say Ibogaine Ends Craving for Dope. The article was Dana's first big score in a new role: public point-man for Ibogaine. It had taken him thirteen months of prodding the VOICE to get it printed, since the day in late May 1989, when a hotshot freelancer named Max Cantor walked in at #9 Bleecker, aiming to do a big expose on the furious controversy in the annual pot parade between Dana's people and a cabal of Lower East Side squatters who'd been in the news a lot sinceteplce riot in Tompkns Squa Par the Agust before. They claimed to speak in the higher interest of the Parade/Movement, but due to entanglement with a 12-step faction in the squat scene vehemently opposed to Ibogaine, and the fact that some of them now owed their apartments to the eviction of addicts, their opposition to making an issue of Ibogaine hardened. They would rather evict junkies than turn them into non-addicts. But they didn't feel confident to pull off such a bald-faced coup without a figurehead--Michael Caesar, the self-styled "Pope of Pot."

    For ten years, the "Pope" had a simple but effective way of glomming all the column inches available for pot coverage in the New York papers: Open up a marijuana delivery service; offer all the younger anarchists jobs (without the political demands they'd be subjected to at #9, where they were forbidden to deal pot). Let them do hard drugs (Fred was the Pope's lieutenant for years; all his earnings went into his arm.) Then go public in unfriendly media like the NEW YORK POST, get busted, and take all the delivery boys to jail with you.

    So Dana said to Max: "Why write the same stupid article the NEW YORK POST has run four times already--when you can do a real scoop? Let me tell you about the real issue behind the split--Ibogaine."

    The roots of the split actually went back to 1987, when Dana was sitting in the D.C. NORML office talking to the new National Director, John Getman. "Can't you do something about Charlie Rangel?" asked Getman, referring to the head of the House Select Sub-Committee on Narcotics. "We can't budge him."

    "Well," said Dana, "the only time we have enough people to do anything is the annual pot parade. It's a schlep fromWashington Square Park, but we could take a rest in Central Park, and have 't end up at Rangel's office on 125th Street."

    When the first Saturday in May rolled around, though, the bulk of the parade wouldn't go past Strawberry Fields at 72nd and Central Park West. Legalizing pot wasn't really a political goal for them. The parade was an annual occasion to party.

    When the political vanguard of the parade did get to Rangel's office at 125th, they were confronted by a fat white lady police community relations officer and about eight black activists she'd assembled, who were fuming over this invasion of their turf . In a twinkling Dana saw they wouldn't be into a hemp rap. But except for the white lady cop, they were all very interested in an African rain forest cure for addiction.

    The problem was that Dana was implementing a "paradigm shift" here before most of the movement even knew about Ibogaine. By the time he finished revising a book on environmental hemp in February '88 (which started out in 1983 as Hans-Georg Behr's VON HANF IST DIE REDE --"When the Subject is Hemp"--and metamorp hosed along the way into THE EMPEROR WEARS NO CLOTHES, by Jack Herer), he'd realized the purely environmental approach left out all the really good public health arguments. After all, there was now had the experience of twelve years of de-crim in Holland to go on. So he phoned George in Hamburg, who told him all drug reform during the next period was going to be driven by the AIDS crisis.

    So Dana started going to ACT UP.

    As far back as 1986 Beal and the grassroots caucus recommended to the Greens that they approach AIDS activists re medical marijuana, since Chinese medicine, which calls cannabis the Empress of Herbs, specifies it for treating immune disorders. For his trouble, Dana was denounced within the New York Greens in three letters in early '87 sent to 200 people, including three City Councilpersons. [A few months later Dana was busted for pot. All the files of the Impeach Reagan/Bush Campaign were confiscated b y a joint federal-state task force, aborting protests outside Oliver North's appearance at the Iran-Contral committee, leaving the field clear to pro- Ollie demonstrators.

    To add insult to injury, Abbie then told Dana the environmentalists who'd sn itched Beal out wouldn't let him talk to Dana anymore. Beal was placed on five years of probation on marijuana charges in August 1987. He never talked to Abbie again longer than to say "Hello."]

    Dana attended his first ACT UP meeting in early April '88 as an unabashed "Safe Drugs" advocate of what the Dutch call "harm reduction," i.e., "reducing the harms involved with drugs. Ever since the '60's, he'd backed legalizing pot as a means of market separation of pot and hard drugs. By 1988, though, he'd also come to see the Dutch model of separate hash cafes as more do-able than outright legalization. He came to ACT UP hoping to get some ACT UP participation in the annual May parade. But he was shocked to see how many people he knew in ACT UP from Studio 10 days. The whole Bruce Brown generation was starting to drop dead of AIDS. But to ACT UP cynics, all the well-reasoned "Safe Drugs" manifestos of market-separation (which decreased new hard drugs addiction in Holland 40 %) and clean needles (which kept AIDS among i.v. drug u sers there at 2%, versus 67 % in New York City and Newark) only confirmed Dana's status as an outsider who just wanted to push pot.

    In 1988, the ACT UP i.v.-drug user interest group wouldn't even intervene to save NYC's pilot needle exchange program. It was firmly under the control of twelve-step drug-free types led by Richard Elovitch. When Chuck Eaton of the pilot Koch program came to them begging for support against Dinkin's order shutting him down, they told him they considered clean needles to be "enabling addiction." After his experience in the Greens, Dana made a mental note: For two years he would furnish no pot to anyone he met through ACT UP; he advised them to grow their own.

    Anyone can join ACT UP by coming to three general meetings. If you don't cultivate the support of substantial portion of the floor, though, your proposals don't go anywhere. Because a former roommate of Mitch Halberstadt named Steve Ault had vouched f or YIP's service in the gay movement, Dana was befriended by ACT UP founder Marty Robinson. But the first time Dana brought up Ibogaine to the floor as a means of interrupting addiction and the spread of AIDS, Marty came to him and warned him he could get ejected if he did it again. Ibogaine was much more offensive to the twelve-step faction than methadone. Methadone had no credibility: it's addictive, whereas with just one treatment Ibogaine offers a 40 %t chance of complete recovery without depen dency on a twelve-step group for the rest of your life. Just one treatment.

    But Dana is stubborn. In 1989, in the aftermath of Abbie's suicide (due to a combination of cocaine and prozac), he decided to bypass Central Park and go straight to Fifth Aveue to Rangel's office. Pope Mickey, backed by anarchists who charged Dana had forsaken pot legalization in favor of mere de-crim, [allegedly because he owned stock in Ibogaine !?] diverted the first one-fourth and the last half of the parade to Sheep's Meadow, a quiet zone where there couldn't be any sound equipment anyway-- no rally. But the Pope had promised a pound of good weed if they could divert the parade to Sheep's Meadow, and he was only interested in passing out the dial-a-joint number.

    Dana responded by getting more into ACT UP, publishing a pamphlet entitled, "What Is the Safe Drugs Movement?" (with Mitch Halberstadt and Father Frank Morales, the squatter priest) which introduced Ibogaine into the context of Dutch harm reduction. But Ibogaine detractors made him so controversial that people from the Parade and ACT UP both were afraid of being blackballed for working with him. So when, in December 1989, Dana and Marty Robinson co-sponsored a "Safe Drugs" Conference up at 137th St. at City College with Dr. John Morgan, nobody fr om ACT UP came, and only a few people attended from the marijuana movement. (There was also a cold snap that weekend, and power on IRT the subway went out.)

    The conference did endorse a new plan: the May 1990 Parade would start at Rangel's Spanish Harlem offices (at East 109th) and come down town, stopping at the Partnership for a Drug Free America (666 Third Avenue), and ending up at Washington Square P ark. But the confab had another, unanticipated benefit: Dr. Morgan was Chairman of the CCNY Pharmacology Dept. He gave the assignment of seeing if Ibogaine would in fact interrupt drug dependency to his workaholic colleague Pat Broderick, a crack rat scientist.

    Now cocaine makes you high more by blocking out negative feedback (perhaps this is related to blocking dopamine re-uptake) than by sensitizing you to positive feedback as LSD does. This is a tremendous problem when you get into a syndrome like sex-for-crack, because crackheads become numb to useful negative feedback, say-- like soreness in the mucous membranes of the genitals. As old hippies say, "Numb is dumb."

    With re-uptake blocked, your neurons can't produce another squirt of dopamine; and soon a couple of other neurotransmitters, nor-epinephrin (which makes you irritable and paranoid) and serotonin (which makes you more awake--aware of how paranoid and ir ritable you are) come crashing back, just when you feel like your plug has been pulled because your synapses can't get up a squirt of DA.

    Presto: the cocaine crash. You can solve this, temporarily, with another hit of crack. But each time makes it worse. Women who trade sex for crack may do it with twenty different partners a night, and since their negative feedback loops are out, they' re indifferent to the need for condoms. Anyway, a condom costs more than a hit of crack.

    This is very bad for the AIDS crisis.

    In a little more than a year, Dr. Broderick would come back with tantalizing news: in her lab rats, Ibogaine was restoring dopamine in cocaine-habituated rats to normal levels, without depressing them completely, which would cause anhedonia (no pleasu re at all) and paralysis.

    Dana's next move, just after Christmas '89, was to fly to Hamburg. Dana had already spoken to Hans-Georg Behr about Ibogaine when George stayed at #9 in late 1983, trying to find a publisher for his hemp book. Now Beal told George it was time to move I bogaine to the top of the agenda in Germany.

    George's political party, the Green Alternative Liste, controlled the Hamburg state government in coalition with the socialists. In Germany, like Holland and Switzerland, doctors have the right to use experimental therapies without govern-ment approval . George agreed to get the Hamburg Health Ministry to sponsor clinical trials. But somehow with the fall of East Germany (where George discovered indications the communists did their own Ibogaine trials in humans from '85-88) approval was held up on the federal level, perhaps under U.S. prodding in the context of the overall trade-off for the absorption of the Eastern states.

    Back in the U.S., Dana kept trying to get the VOICE to publish Max Cantor's article. As the months went by, Max had to write three major updates. One that was never used was devoted to an attempt to get the badboy of Rock 'n' Roll, Johnny Thunders, to take Ibogaine. Thunders had approached Dana about doing his new single one the homeless at the annual RAR concert. But Dana, who was in touch with the whole scene of junkie musicians through John Spacely, refused to barge in a change the schedule unless Johnny backed Ibogaine--say, by being treated.

    Thunders said yes, at first. But at the initial meeting with Sisko and Howard, he balked--he thought Ibogaine would be too much like LSD, which he didn't like. He and Stive Bators and Cheetah were allon mucho methadone. By exaggerating his heroin habit, Cheetah claimed to have talked a program into giving him enough to get a full opiate high.

    Spacely, on the other hand, was totally off smack, doing grat on pot. HIs giant Cartoon likeness, smoking a cigarette, was on a wall on St. Mark's place--an ad for Lech's movie, Gringo, which had premiered in the mid-80's. Spacely constantly encouraged John Holmstrom and other Punk magazine alumnae who now put out High Times to run more about Ibogaine.

    But the Voice still wouldn't print Max's story. To ratchet up the pressure, Beal had his friend Charlie Kritsky get an Ibogaine story published by the competition--THE VILLAGE BEAT. And knowing another VOICE writer was pushing yet another story (the same tired story) on Pope Michael, and that the VOICE prefers to throw coverage to advertizers, Dana thoughtfully purchased a large ad for the Safe Drugs Parade May 5. He knew that Pope Mickey was only interested in free advertising for dial-a-joint. The ad specified the parade began with an Ibogaine rally at Rangel's office.

    Yet the breakthrough came from one of the synchronicities that crop up regularly when Ibogaine is involved. On the morning of May 5, 1990, a few hours before the Safe Drugs Parade (going downtown) passed the Marijuana Parade (going uptown) at 42nd Street, Bob Sisko did his most important treatment yet: the founder of the Dutch junkie liberation movement. And videotaped it.

    One day some months earlier Nico Adriaans, a community field worker for the Addiction Research Center was talking to Charlie Kaplan, the head of the center, which is part of Erasmus University in Rotterdam. And Kaplan mentioned Ibogaine. A little later, Nico was putzing around Kaplan's desk, and he came across A Summary of Nine Case Histories , by Bob Sisko. Nico was fascinated, because besides being a salaried government worker, he was also an addict, doing three-fourths of a gram of high-g rade Dutch heroin a day. In fact, Nico was the founder of the Dutch Junkiebond (union), with a role parallel to Dana's as founder of the marijuana movement in the United States.

    So he asked Kaplan, What about this Ibogaine? Can you get any? Do you have to go to the States? And one day at the end of April 1990, he had an appointment with Sisko, which he didn't know about, but was made by Charlie. And he told Sisko how, after the Dutch had acheived civil rights for potheads in 1976, the mayors of the four big cities in Holland--Amsterdam, Rotterdam, the Hague and Utrich--in 1979 came up with a proposal for forced therapy for heroin addicts. When they had to back down because of the outcry from civil liberties advocates, the mayors amended their proposal to lock in the kids who were using.

    Nico's background was organizing the other kids when he was in an orphanage, so he was against that also. He and some other friends on the junkie street scene put out a leaflet and got almost 100 addicts together for the founding meeting of the Junkie Bond. At the meeting they wrote down ideas for a manifesto for junkie liberation, and a separate bill of rights. And they composed a telegram, which they sent to the mayors, telling them the plan for civil commitment of users was unacceptable.

    They began to crash meetings and hearings, to pressure city councils and the Health Ministry. But the cops still harassed the junkies, because in those days the dominant idea was still, as in the United States today, that you have to hound the addict, so he can't feel safe and secure. First you have to break them down so they're on the street as prostitutes or thieves--so they will "bottom out" sooner, andthen they will accept your therapy (which is so lame to begin with that it's the last thing they would choose to do voluntarily).

    Yet unlike junkies in the United States, who have historically aligned themselves with wealth or power or at least a cop in order to make a separate deal for themselves, the Junkie Bond made an alliance with the squatters movement. The squatters were very knowledgeable about real estate, and they had found out certain members of the Dutch criminal underworld had made a lot of money on heroin, and decided to get out of "the business" and into real estate. To wash the money, white as snow, they employed the services of a certain Schlauffenberg's Bank.

    So the junkies and the squatters got together and xeroxed the brightly colored Dutch currency into black and white (black money), and made up little bags of salt and talcum powder, which looked just like bags of dope. After tipping off the media, about 100 people went to the headquarters of the Schlauffenberg's Bank and went running through the lobby and the halls throwing the little bags and the black money up in the air.

    A funny thing happened. A few days later there was a big police raid on the headquarters building of the Schlauffenberg's Bank. The cops found all sorts of illegal things, double books, proof of money-laundering. The Bank officers were all busted, but of course, not one of them did a single day in jail. After that, however, someone told the police to lay off the street junkies, and life became somewhat more tolerable.

    At a certain point there were about twenty-five Junkie Bond locals in Holland, and a few in Germany, in Frankfurt and so-on. The first needle-exchange was set up by these groups, in 1981, to fight the spread of hepatitis. The first AIDS education in th e world was done by these groups. They formed an organization of parents of users; and from all the clergy, lawyers and social do-gooders who became involved, the Broad Front for the Reform of Drug Policy.

    The government even gave the Junkie Bond a subsidy of 25,000 guilders a year. But as Dutch government employees, they were of course expected to get off dope. Because of international pressure, Dutch authorities still sought to de-tox methadone clients instead of giving them as much as they wanted. One of the first things the Junkie Bond did was to write a Black Book of the experiences of thirty-fix methadonians, how they were forced to cut down, etc. The struggle of the '80s was pretty much to get the freedom to use.

    Why, in this most liberal of all societies, would Nico Adriaans be looking for a better way to quit?

    Cold turkey is the junkie's regular companion, just as junk sickness is a part of their mornings. When the monkey on your back turns into a 600-pound gorilla, you have to cold turkey just to be able to afford your habit. Nico had tried to quit many times, but he couldn't take withdrawal for long: "First you go on a holiday; then you think, 'Just five more minutes,' then you say, 'Shit, it's for the fishes.'"

    By the time he saw Sisko's Nine Case Studies he was simply tired--really tired --of dope. "It's not the running, because I hardly run. It's not the stealing; I didn't steal. It's not the dope, 'cause I liked the dope--I had good time with it, bad times--but I just don't like it anymore."

    So that he would know what to expect, Sisko had him read BWITI: An Ethnography of the Religious Imagination in Africa , by James F. Fernandez, especially Chapter 18, on the normal experience of initiates who eat the raw root bark of the Ta bernanthe iboga bush in Gabon.

    The night before his treatment, he did up his last shot, about 150 milligrams of 50 %-pure Dutch heroin. Then he didn't eat anything in the morning, he just had a little tea. Soon after the allergy dose (10 mg.), Nico did the first half of his Ibogaine, and within ten minutes recognized (as an LSD veteran) the first little vibrations. After the second half of his dose, thirty minutes later, he became aware that he no longer had any junk sickness. He noticed the edges of objects beginning to oscillate. He w as just asking for a cup of coffee when he became slightly confused; then suddenly his mind cleared: he knew.

    "Certain sounds would suddenly become like synthesized voices," he said later, "and I felt sea legs. So I went to bed, behind the curtain, trying to meet my ancestors... And then at a certain moment I lost all control of time, and it really banged into my head."

    He experienced the sensation of cosmic impact (but not pain) that the Bwiti call "the splitting of the skull." And the visualizations began: "On the surface of my eyes, the moisture, like the surface of a bubble, started running all over each other, becoming blue, yellow, becoming blue, yellow, depending on how thick the tears were. And I laid down on the bed--very easy--and the people around me were very encou raging, understanding."

    But the rush was the most overwhelming of his life: "There you are--O God, O God, O God, God, God. Oh, man! What an experience, Ibogaine!" Behind the curtain, the room was darkened. "On the walls I saw things that could remember me on the original tradition, as how I have read it: in the images I saw, [archetypes] like the woman in the tent, the Priest...and it's hard to explain, because you don't know [in the Gnostic sense] anything anymore [now that you've come down] but I am certain...I be introduced by, by--shit!--by the Bwiti..."

    Just to Whom he had difficulty even articulating, until interviewed again, nine months later, in Feb '91:

    "At the end of the visions, I really had, the only way how I can describe it is I had a meeting with God, or the Supreme Being.

    "There was clouds. And it was blue. And then, up there somewhere, some sort of a rectangle opened up. And there came a lot of light... And all the time increasing, increasing, increasing... And it felt like, you know, there's something impressive ther e.

    "And then a Voice came to me, and said to me, asked: 'Do you KNOW , now?'

    "And I only could say (lowering voice): 'Yes, I know now.'

    "And then the Voice said: 'So you know !' in a way it would say, like, 'So you know ; ACT like it!'"

    Then there came a long phase where the visualizations were less and less, but he still thought a lot about those things; and then a period of nausea, but not like cold turkey, "which feels like your stomach is being scratched out," but more like the purgative effects of the Ibogaine.

    Finally, when the trip was mostly over, he experienced a bit of withdrawal--hot and cold flashes, sweat--but no running nose, no diarrhea, intestinal contractions or muscle clamps. Said Nico: "You're still not totally in control of your body, your legs don't want to move; you have to turn around in your bed all the time; you want to be left alone, you still don't want to talk."

    Most of all Nico is amazed, when Sisko interviews him on video, when he realizes two and a half days have gone by and he feels no need to go out and score dope.

    He relishes the taste of a cup of coffee. He's been up for forty-eight hours, and yawning, so he tries to steady himself with a cigarette. And after one drag, he tries to spit the taste out of his mouth and throws it out the window!

    The tobacco tastes terrible. It's sickening. Nicotine and heroin, remember, have exactly the same effect on dopamine receptors (increased rate of neuronal firing--Glick). With Nico's tobacco "tolerance" stripped away, nicotine is sickening enough to overwhelm any pleasurable tobacco taste. His pattern of rolling a cigarette whenever he starts to fiddle with his hands is undisturbed. The nicotine lives up to his expectation that it will "focus' him to finish the interview (indeed, with a single drag, much less than usual). But Nico has inadvertently kicked cigarettes, despite only intending to quit heroin.

    Not only that, during his truncated withdrawal, his girlfriend came, and they made a date for him to slip out and do some dope. But at the appointed time he couldn't summon up that familiar craving he'd been using to organize his daily existence for all of his adult life: "The Ibogaine let me stay in the bed.... I couldn't want to go out."

    Four times he repeats parts of a poem, by Ginpo Zenzi, which exactly expresses the futility of fighting withdrawals with dope:

    "It is a simple fact:

    Whatever you resist, will persist.

    If you are resisting suffering, you suffer more.

    If you are trying to deny your confusion, you remain confused.

    If you are striving for peace ,you find yourself constatly disturbed.

    If you are seeking after clarity, you are in a muddle.

    If you do not want to be angry, you are going to walk around angry.

    If you do not mind being angry, you will never be bothered by anger.

    Because you will constantly be pushing it away.

    Having no options, For or Against,

    Just being open to whatever comes,

    You are free."

    He cautioned that Ibogaine is an ordeal; but as to whether it should be developed as a cure for addiction, Nico said: "Yes."

    "I think that drug use...is a part of humanity. Throughout the history of mankind, over the whole globe, all continents, every people, every nation--has, have had--and is developing new drugs, or mind-altering states. And so I think it is very important, what you have done now here in my case, to write a good report, about how you recruited, who you met, what the problems were. "

    Nico was a convert. He took to wearing dashikis and studying Jung. And Sisko left him with a small supply of Ibogaine. After treating Josien Harms, his girlfriend, the two of them decided to put Ibogaine to the hardest test. What would happen if they gave Ibogaine to worst-case junkies in Amsterdam's Central Railroad Station, with no Bwiti information, no orientation beyond "Take this, it will stop withdrawal."?

    They gave it to a methadonian couple who were doing heroin also. The man was doing 180 milligrams of methadone a day (three times the normal U.S. dose). The woman believed she was possessed by devils, and was on anti-psychotic medication for that. At f irst Howard was disappointed when he heard the man was still on 30 milligrams of methadone after Ibogaine.

    "Au contraire," said Nico.

    "The people running the methadone program had never seen anyone go from 180 to 30 milligrams in one jump. It would be fatal. Best of all, the woman discontinued thorazine. She no longer believes she is possessed by devils."

    Nico and Josien went on to spread the gospel of Ibogaine throughout the junkie liberation scene of Europe, although they found 70 % of the movement considered it to be a diversion from the basic goal of legalizing heroin. But back in the Unite d States, the videotape of Nico's treatment, which Dana spent months laboriously re-editing, turned out to be the key that unlocked support among both AIDS activists and the legalization movement. Dana sent hundreds of copies of it all over the world.

    One of the first to see it, raw and unedited in Sisko's living room, was the VOICE writer Max Cantor. Now he really started hassling his editors, and the combination of that pressure and the purchase of a VOICE ad for the May 5th Safe Drugs de mo, led on June 4, 1990, to the production of MIRACLE CURE.. It was Dana's first big media score for Ibogaine, and he scarcely cared that Max, for "balance," repeated the anarchist canard that he owned "hundreds of thousands of dollars in Ibogain e stock."

    [Hundreds of thousands of stock in a company with a capitalization at the time of $600,000 would leave nothing for the twenty-six actual investors! In truth, Dana realized in 1988 that stock ownership would undermine his effectiveness as a public heal th advocate, just as taking Ibogaine would open him up to charges he was a Timothy Leary who wanted to legalize his favorite drug. He could be faulted for having a political agenda, but not a hidden one. He made no secret of his belief that Ibogaine cou ld plug the gaping hole in AIDS prevention efforts caused by the deficit of treatment for addicts.]

    Two weeks later Nelson Mandela landed at Kennedy Airport. At the last minute a stop--the first speaking engagement on his U.S. tour--had been added at Brooklyn Boys and Girls High School. Because ROCK AGAINST RACISM was the only one with the equipment to do it on such short notice, the T.K. Forcade rock and roll assault sound stage was pressed into service, and Dana ended up being one of the roadies.

    When Mandela was done with his speech, Dana tapped him on the back with a copy of the VILLAGE BEAT article (he'd given away all the VOICE reprints). As Mandela turned to see what it was, the security on stage in front of the two of them parted. The mom ent was captured on television all over the city: Dana Beal handing Nelson Mandela the Ibogaine information. They shook hands. And then, gesturing to the piece of paper but encompassing the stage, ROCK AGAINST RACISM, the Staten Island Project, the entire organization he'd spent his life building since 1965, Dana said: "We worked for twenty-five years on this."
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    CHAPTER 9: Jon Parker

    Later that afternoon, June 22, 1990, Dhoruba bin Wahad experienced the crowning moment (at least 'til that point) of his life. Black radicals in Harlem had demanded Dhoruba--not Charles Rangel, David Dinkins or Jesse Jackson--must give the welcoming ad-dress at 125th Street. Only an ex-political prisoner unjustly imprisoned for nineteen years for a crime he didn't commit was qualified to greet Mandela, they insisted.

    The politicians, he said, "do not want me to give you this address, because they do not want our South African brothers to know there are Black political prisoners held in the United States!

    " There is a common thread and a common humanity that we all share. My Brother, I have spent 19 years in prison in the United States for my political beliefs, and you, sir, you were the symbol that helped sustain me and other African American politi cal prisoners!" And they shook hands, and were seen embracing all over the world.

    Dhoruba Moore, now bin Wahad, had been released on February 19, 1990--his conviction overturned due to prosecutorial misconduct--and that very day Dana had given him the news about Ibogaine also. Once, when Dhoruba was still in prison and Tanaquil Jon es was being evicted, Alan Thompson stopped it by parking the soundstage in front of her building; so in the next few months, Dhoruba began to work together with RAR.

    February 1990 was also the month Dana met the pioneer of needle exchange in the United States, Jon Parker. Parker had already been driving down from Boston every week for more than a year to exchange clean needles for dirties with his "regulars" at th e corner of Delancey and Essex. Now he was pulling together survi-vors of the small city program cancelled by David Dinkins, John Morgan's group and ACT UP for a test case. A month earlier, he'd just won the first test case in the country in Boston, and he was on a roll. He was determined to overthrow needle prohibition wherever it existed.

    Parker created a situation where the i.v.. drug users committee of ACT UP had to play catch up: In March, 1990, Dana accompanied Richard Elovitch up to the front of the ACT UP meeting for the only time. Together they moved the floor to endorse a prot est at Delancey and Essex, where eight activists including Parker would court arrest for needle exchange. But the minute Beal started talking civil rights for drug users, Elovitch ruled him out of order.

    The protest went as planned; the case of the Needle Exchange 8 began wending its way through the courts. In June, Dana gave copies of the VOICE article to Parker and everyone else doing needle exchange at the new site, Rivington and Attorney, a few b locks from the original site. But most of the others weren't as pioneering as Jon. And Ibogaine didn't have the endorsement of Ernie Drucker and the experts favored by Elovitch and ACT UP honcho Larry Kramer. They just didn't get it.

    One evening in August, when Parker was in Thailand setting up needle exchange for the Thai government, he had a flash: If needle exchange is only 35 percent effective in stopping the spread of AIDS, and Ibogaine is 70 percent effective for interruptin g addiction and injection for three to eighteen months or longer, then Ibogaine is a breakthrough technology. Any medical breakthrough against the AIDS pandemic must be used, the sooner the better. When he got back to the U.S. and informed Dana, Beal aske d him to speak at the November 10th Stop the Drug Wars March in Washington.

    By August America was gripped by the worst pot drought in history, as Bush interdiction efforts--which only seemed to proliferate the more compact hard drugs--virtually eliminated bulky, smelly marijuana from the market. An ounce of moldy pot became m ore expensive than an ounce of coke, and even THE NEW YORK TIMES noticed. There were back-to-back famines in '90 and ' 91, with only a few months break during the winter.

    On August 4th, 1990 Dana flew in and spoke at a rally for his best friend in San Francisco, Dennis Peron, who'd been busted for pot in January. The pot belonged to Beal's second-best friend in S.F., Jonathan West, who was using it to fight off his AIDS. The stress of the case was killing him. In nine months the most beautiful man Dana knew had turned into a concentration camp survivor with KS lesions on one eye. And with the famine, because the only pot Jonathan could get was moldy, his lungs were trashed. He lived just long enough to plead guilty in September to possessing the four ounces of pot in January, which saved his best friend, Dennis Peron, from five years imprisonment as a predicate felon. Ten days later Jonathan West died.

    Nonetheless, outside of San Fransisco the marijuana movement still wasn't ready to deal with"safe drugs" AIDS. When Dana was heckled by a group of rednecks and off-duty cops at the annual Woodstock Reunion concert two weeks later, hemp activists present decided the thing to do was to have him do a lot less speaking.

    Two weeks after that he was banned in Boston from a "marijuana freedom fighter" rally, to keep him from bringing up Ibogaine instead of hemp. So he joined the Hemp Tour and talked Ibogaine from Philadel-phia to Madison, Wisconsin. The hempsters hit back by spreading the phony factoid about him owning "hundreds of thousands in Ibogaine stock" everywhere he went.

    But the lowest blow came when "freedom fighters" put Baumann's phony Ibogaine death story into HIGH TIMES without checking out the ultimate source: a German supermarket tabloid.

    We now know, based on Glick's work, that one possible way to boost the effect of 400 mgs. of Ibogaine to get an overdose is to give it with amphetamine. In fact according to Goutarel, Claudio Naranjo submitted a patent application in 1969 for a drug composed of the total alkaloids of Tabernanthe iboga roots combined with amphetamine. MDMA is an amphetamine. After the controversial Baumann session, it was determined that 6 doses of MDMA were unaccounted for. Baumann's prefered drug for his intrusive brand of therapy is MDMA--which makes the patient putty in the therapist's hands. Ibogaine subjects just want to be left alone.

    Justifiable suspicions that MDMA had been administered with or after the 400 mgs. of Ibogaine were not dispelled, and if anything increased, when the Swiss Psychelytic Association agreed to stop working with Ibogaine in order to preserve research access to other psychedelics in Switzerland. "The treatment of addiction," Baumann pronounced, "is beyond the competence of the psychiatrist."

    To say the least, the move by Baumann to clear MDMA by blaming everything on Ibogaine, and the rush by Rick Doblin (America's foremost MDMA proponent) to reprint a story from a supermarket tabloid, should have set off alarm bells at HIGH TIMES. Especially when the approval for MDMA had just been withdrawn by the FDA over safety concerns.

    John Spacely, a consistent Ibogaine booster who tried to mediate between his friends at High Times and Beal, asked them to lighten up with their coverage. But he was closer to the problem. It was around that time he informed Dana that Stiv Bators, who'd wandered out of his place drunk a few nights earlier and been hit by a car at 9th Street, had walked away unaware of serious internal injuries because of the methadone analgesia -- and died a day later. Happens frequently. Nasty combination, methadone and alcohol. Three out of 623 subjects in the LAMM (longer-acting methadone) trials diad -- two from impairment of their body's ability to process other shit they took while they were on LAMM.

    Advocates of environmental hemp were not alone in suspecting Ibogaine, if it worked, would disrupt any agenda they might have. Jon Parker had agreed to speak at the November 10th Stop the Drug Wars March even though he would have to drive all the way down from Boston to Washington two weekends in a row. On November 3rd he had to be at the annual Drug Policy Foundation awards dinner to collect a $50,000 check for his victories on behalf of needle exchange.

    The foundation's deputy director, Kevin Zeese, had specified that doing a Stop the Drug Wars March the day after his conference would be considered a "hostile act"; so six months earlier Dana reluctantly rescheduled it from the 4th to the November 10 th, even though it meant the DPF crowd would not be able to attend. And the one thing Zeese, his boss Arnold Trebach and their big-bux backer Richard Dennis all asked Parker not to mention his speech was Ibogaine. The minute it was not a drug to be lega lized but a treatment to be approved, they were all for ten years of painstaking tests and bureaucratic footdragging. Or else they bought the Baumann story, and were willing to sacrifice a potential addiction interrupter on the altar of Ecstasy.

    At the awards dinner Jon and his mother shared a table with Howard, Norma, Sisko, Dana and Boaz Wachtel. Jon's mother, a poor Irishwoman from South Boston, saw her son tell a roomful of doctors, lawyers, scientists and even a sprinkling of U.S. judg es how--after spending his adolescence in juvenile detention and much of his adulthood dealing drugs or in prison--one day he was sitting in a shooting gallery in New Haven watching dozens of addicts clean their needles in the same glass of bloody water. The year was 1987, and Parker was a pre-med sudent at Yale, where they were teaching him AIDS could be spread through shared water89and cottons, and not just needles.

    Jon Parker got so mad about that glass of bloody water that he started the first U.S. needle exchange, because he knew giving them a sharp new needle was the only way to get the addicts in where you could get the information out. And now his mom was seeing him honored before a roomful of experts with a $50,000 award.

    The next day, the day Dana had moved the demonstration from--Sunday, November 4-- turned out to be unseasonably warm, a beautiful 65-degree day. November 10th was cold and wet. The third speaker at the Capitol was Dhoruba bin Wahad.

    "The War on Drugs that's being waged in the Black Community is a racist excuse for the militarization of the police and the eradication of Black people in this country. The CIA, the FBI and other government agencies have been the major importers of h ard drugs into the Black Community ever since the end of World War II. As the head of the CIA, George Bush helped import drugs into this country, and he continues to collaborate with tyrants and dictators who profit off of hard drugs and the the exportat ion of hard drugs.

    "In the Black Community, the term for the importation of drugs and the murder of our youth is genocide. I think that, if you are steadfast in your struggle to decriminalize certain aspects of drugs, if you are steadfast in your position that there should be an emphasis on treatment and not on criminalization, you can begin to make a difference in the war on the Oppressors who import drugs.

    "Finally, I want to say to you, that the struggle to free poltical prisoners in the United States is a struggle against racist and arbitrary repression-- that if you do not stand up for the freedom, and dignity, of political prisoners who went to pri son and sacrificed their lives for the liberation and empowerment of their people, then one day you might be a political prisoner, and there'll be no movement to support you!

    "So you must make a stand. You must take a position. You must take a position to free all political prisoners in the United States and you should take a position that opposes the War on Drugs in the Black Community. Finally, I'd like to say, stay str ong, be strong, and fight the Power!"

    Halfway through the next speaker, word came that the Capitol Police were busting Dhoruba and his bodyguards just out of sight 300 yards away. The entire crowd--600 people--went running over to surround the cops, chanting "Let them go! Let them go!" Th e cops, outnumbered, backed down. Jon Parker was part of the action that freed Dhoruba. Later he confided to Dana that twenty years earlier, like many working-class white kids, he'd thought the Black Panthers were incredibly cool. That militancy was part of the reason he chose a name for his organization likethe National AIDS Brigade.90

    On Thanksgiving Dana had dinner with Marty Robinson. Marty, whose AIDS had progressed, was wheezing. But he was very proud he'd brought his own pot; the drought was still on. Dana took one look at the pot and said: "This is really moldy. It would giv e me bronchitis, and I'm healthy. Throw that away. Let me give you something good." But the drought wouldn't ease for another month, so of course he accepted Dana's gift, but kept his own, and got sicker. That grey mold causes aspergillosis in peo ple with AIDS.

    Ten days later Parker came to the ACT UP floor with info that a rule mandating nonjury trials for misdemeanors in NYC had expired. He wanted to clog the courts with new needle exchange protests. The rest of the Needle Exchange 8 prefered to wait for t heir trial in the spring. Parker won the vote, but on the day of the action, December 12, no one showed up but Sisko, Howard and some other Lower East Side denizens including Pope Michael. The cops broke Parker's wrist.

    Dana went straight from the protest to a speaking date in Providence, Rhode Island, and then to Boston, to try to repair relations with the legalization move-ment that had cancelled his speaking gig a few months earlier. But the Boston "freedom fight ers" still wouldn't parlay, so he stayed with Jon and Andrew Hoffman. By the end of January he'd been up and back three times talking to everyone. And then he learned Parker was in trouble.

    On January 24, 1991 with part of his $50,000 award, Jon opened a needle exchange office in Roxbury just down the block from the dope spot where he'd been doing street needle exchange. Neighbors already uptight about the dope spot flipped out. They were joi ned in daily pickets of the AIDS Brigade office by the Rev. Ellis-Hagler, who'd been feuding with Jon ever since he'd kicked Jon's nascent needle exchange group out of his church three years earlier.

    After two days of picketing under the banner of Treatment on Demand, in the midst of a screaming match (where inflamatory things were said about Jon's mo-ther, who was dying), Ellis-Hagler decked Jon on television. Once the daily pickets took on the coloration of black/white violence, the majority of the needle exchange decided to dump Jon, keep his money and discontinue needle distribution out of the office.

    Mind you, in principal all factions involved were in favor of treatment on demand. Dana decided to broker a truce by getting all sides to stifle the needle exchange dispute in favor of a broad front to get Boston addicts Ibogaine as soon as possible. Because Ibogaine was the only affordable effective treatment available in the pipeline "on demand." But there was one fly in the ointment: The Clean Coalition (the storefront minus Jon) overlapped with some of the people who'd banned Dana from speaking in September. And if the lie that Dana owned "hundreds of thousands of dollars in Ibogaine stock" started getting pushed around Treatment on Demand, the whole initiative could be torpedoed before it got off the water.

    The pot famine in Boston was still going strong, though, and as Dana circulated among AIDS activists promoting an Ibogaine coalition, he kept getting inquiries about good pot, because all the PWAs could get was moldy. As a matter of fact, cheap ($75 an ounce, versus $200 in Boston) non-moldy stuff was now available on the Lower East Side. Hoping to cement relations with people who'd just learned about Ibogaine, from him, Dana agreed to make inquiries.

    When he got back to New York, Howard called and told him to look at the New York Post. Charles Kinsky was dead. He had been down on his bed. Charles, whose rock'n'roll fashion business was struggling, had turned to tge last resort of many a countercultureal businessman in the City, and tried to make ends meet by finding a buyer for a large amount of fronted hashish. It wasn't any good, and way too expensive. His buyers turned out to be junkies -- the very people Charles was trying to help. Junkies with guns. They ultimately went to prison for decades. But the Ibogaine project had lost a vital activist with unique celebrity contacts.

    Dana was in shock, yet he still thought to call Dhoruba, to ask if he knew anybody put in a good word with Treatment on Demand. "You mean the folks picketing the needle exchange?" asked Dhoruba, "Hey, man, I just got back from Boston, and I spent the weekend with them!"

    As a movement of Black accupuncturists, Treatment on Demand was chockful of ex-Black Panthers, and the biggest star--top of the line--they could bring in from outside to rally their troops was none other than Dhoruba bin Wahad. He'd been arriving in Boston just as Dana was leaving.

    Dhoruba's main focus, though, superseding his original mission of stopping hard drugs, was to free the 250 political prisoners in the U.S. To do that, he had to stay out of jail himself. Three months earlier Dana's people--led by Dennis Peron, Ben M asel, Jack Herer, Aron Kay and, yes, Jon Parker, had kept the cops in D.C. from snarfing him up.

    Besides, you don't take on a Panzer division with rocks and bottles, or even a machine gun. Not when you have the atomic bomb. Ibogaine, not picketing, is the way to stop hard drugs. What Dana needed was for someone to vouch for Ibogaine, plus an intr o to Treatment on Demand--and not through the Needle Exchange side, but by someone with impeccable credentials on the other side. Dana asked Dhoruba to propose a freeze on a protests outside the needle exchange, and a broad coalition around Ibogaine.

    Dhoruba came down to East Third Street, where they sat around Sisko's kitchen table as Howard told him about their journey to meet Omar Bongo, and "Gabon's gift to the world." The next weekend, February 17, Howard, Sisko and Boaz drove up to Boston wi th a very prestigious introduction to Treatment on Demand and Ellis-Hagler from Dhoruba, who vouched for them but said they'd have to convince people about Ibogaine on their own. Dana traveled up separately on the train and brought Andrew Hoffman to the m eeting.

    Actually, they were a bit overwhelming. Dhoruba suggested Dana go back the next week alone. Meanwhile, the AIDS activists wanted to know, where's the pot? Parker, who'd just had his own people roll over on him and stop needle distribu-tion from the of fice, was paranoid about driving pot back from NYC, even though he drove the thousands of needles down from Boston every week.

    On Saturday, February 23, the morning of the ground invasion of Kuwait, Dana got up and headed out to La Guardia with two and a half pounds of pot strapped to his back. (The night before the source, who'd lost numerous friends to AIDS, upped the shipm ent from a pound so he wouldn't have to do it again soon: "I'd been holding this for two weeks already," he complained. "Tell them they can take as long as they want to pay.") Dana was flying because he felt he had not been sharp enough the week before, a fter spending the whole night on the train. His main mission was to get to Roxbury by 11 A.M., in time to meet with Black treatment professionals from all over New England. He wasn't even thinking about the pot as he went through the metal detector at the Pan Am Shuttle. The airline, after Lockerbie, with the tightest security in the business. Traveling under his own name, which is on the ADEX list of people to be picked up in the event of a national emergency (See composite of FBI files, page right). On the morning of a full national security alert. Dana was pat-searched and busted.

    He didn't get to show the Nico tape to Treatment on Demand for three more weeks. It wasn't until April 23, 1991, that Moses Saunders, the executive director of Treatment on Demand, wrote Lotsof a letter, placing Treatment on Demand foursquare behind t he project: "We are very pleased to participate in the research initiative around the drug Ibogaine."

    Dana would have loved to have gone public and fought the pot charges, like Dennis and Jonathan. But that would blow his nascent Ibogaine coalition. So he decided to delay, because with Bill Kunstler always on a murder trial, cases usually took more than a year anyway. The best the Queens ADA (a certain Karen Rankin) would offer was one-and-a-half to three years in an upstate prison. So Dana finished his last Safe Drugs demonstration May 18, and used it to springboard a July 10th protest called S TORM NIDA FOR IBOGAINE.

    The pot bust forced him to work full-time, to get Ibogaine fast-tracked before the eighteen-month sentence came due. Oddly, the timing was perfect. His probation officer, infuriated that he fucked up three weeks before she was set to terminate his p robation from the '87 bust, forbade him to travel. That kept him from attending Lotsof's initial April 12 meeting with NIDA Medications Development, where they basically told Howard Ibogaine wasn't ready yet to go on the list of medications being develope d for treatment of drug dependency: "Don't call us, we'll call you." And Bill Kunstler got a judge to reverse the P.O. so Dana could travel as long as he informed Probation first.

    Then at the end of June at the annual meeting of the Committee on Problems of Drug Dependency (CPDD) in Florida, three papers were presented showing the Ibogaine effect is real. Patricia Broderick said that hundreds of neuroscientists came to rapt attention, straining to hear her findings that Ibogaine did indeed show efficacy against cocaine addiction: "You could hear a pin drop in that room." It was a good omen.

    On July 1, Dana trekked up to the Rainbow Gathering in Vermont, trying to drum up participants for the July 10 NIDA zap. But as soon as he left, two New York squatters, Lori Rizzo and Barbara Lee, got up and denounced Ibogaine to the full Council, claiming it doesn't work. Barbara Lee'd moved in with Seth Tobocman, a roommate of John Penley, who owned Ibogaine stock -- so she knew better. But in two years since Dana decided to make an issue out of Ibogaine, it had become a litmus test of loyalty for their in-group to say it didn't work, as a way of attacking the new harm-reduction-oriented strategy.

    From Vermont Dana travelled to the July 4 White House Smoke-In, where he spoke four times encouraging people to get out to Rockville the following Wednesday at 8 AM, to picket NIDA at the Parklawn Building. He even gave copies of the Storm NIDA leaftlet to Park Police in Lafayette Park, who furnished it to NIDA Medications Development the next morning.

    NIDA-crats had no idea how many people were coming, but they did know ACT UP brought almost a thousand people a year earlier to Storm the N.I.H., in the same building at 5600 Fisher's Lane. On Friday, July 5, the first call came in at 2:30 PM from NID A counsel Lee Cummings to the phone number on the leaflet, at #9 Bleecker. On July 9 Charlie Grudzinskas, head of the MDD, faxed Howard a letter stating that they had reconsidered and were placing Ibogaine on the official list of drugs to be evaluated fo r treatment of drug dependency. And they agreed to meet delegations from the ad hoc Harm Reduction Coalition representing ICASH, the AIDS Brigade and others, at 11 AM after the demo.

    The action was small, a leaflet zap with banners, really. But every secretary or researcher in the FDA, the NIH, NIMH and NIDA could take a copy of the PharmAnalytica, which began
    Daily Brief. Executive Summary. Nov. 12, 1990

    International: Drug Addiction Event: A rainforest Alkaloid, Ibogaine, has been report- ed to act as an addiction interrupter across a wide spec- trum of abused substances including heroin, cocaine, amphetamine, nicotine and alcohol. Significance: There is a large potential market for pha r- maceutical products for use in addict detoxification. Analysis: The use of pharmaceuticals in combatting ad- diction is well established, though often of limited success. The claimed effect of Ibogaine is qualitatively dif- ferent from that of establi shed treatments.
    Two thousand leaflets went out. No longer could some little group in the building bottle up the information. The entire bureaucracy knew. On thegovernment side at the 11 AM meeting were Lee Cummings, Charles Grudzinskas, his deputy Frank Vocci and Mon a Brown for NIDA public relations; for the coalition, Bob Sisko and Dana Beal, and Eric Sterling of the Criminal Justice Policy Foundation.

    The main government demand was for rigorous follow-up data, since they wouldn't look at it in humans at all without an FDA green light; but they were skeptical because they hadn't seen it work on humans. "What if there was a secret ingredient?," Vocci asked. Grudzinskas also held up a story from a German supermarket tabloid on the Baumann death. "It might have been a drug interaction," Sisko responded as he asked for a xerox. "But in Gabon, out of thousands who take it, every year there are one or two deaths, usually women or physically slight males. With the root they can't really control the dose."

    The NIDA side confirmed Ibogaine was now on their list for evaluation, but refused to issue a statement, although Mona Brown confirmed it to NEWHOUSE NEWS the next day. When they were walking out, though, Lee Cumings did say that if it worked, Ibogaine would be like polio vaccine replacing the iron lung.

    With some concrete progress to show for his efforts at last, Dana began really going to every committee of ACT UP looking for a sponsor. He became the Ibogaine man. He stopped putting medical marijuana stuff on the literature table of the Monday night meeting for eight months. He had a new Ibogaine re-print every other week. Finally, he joined the Treatment and Data Committee--the oldest and biggest in ACT UP--just when T&D was looking to open up relations with NIDA.

    On October 20th, Max Cantor was found in his apartment, dead of a heroin overdose. He'd been sucked into the scene he was investigating -- junkies and anarchists around Tompkins Square Park cannibal Danny Rakowitz.

    Before his arrest in August, '91, Rakowitz definitely sided with Jerry the Peddler and the anti-Ibogaine faction from Tompkins Park, so it made a weird kind of sense for Max (who never quit looking for Charlie Manson) to fish around Rakowitz for a larger Satanic conspiracy -- except that the only Satanists on the scene were a few Aleister Crowleyites sadistically feeding his paranoia. And they were the ones into heroin mystique, so that Max should have known better. But he was always a garbage head--that was why he gravitated to Pope Mickey. He was scheduled to be flown to Holland f or Ibogainization. Howard begged him to throw away his needles, because he recognized Max was out of control, but Max was one of those yuppies who think reality doesn't apply to them.

    Dana phoned Grudzinskas and told him the writer of the VOICE article had OD'ed, and asked him how many more have to die. He got a new meeting for October 29th. Treatment and Data was in the midst of a big split after getting ddI and ddC approved. They voted to send a representative to the meeting, and much to the surprise of most present, one of the real luminaries of ACT UP, Dr. Iris Long, jumped at the opportunity.

    Iris Long is one of the early heroines of the AIDS crisis. She's in the book Best of Intentions.. You could tell they were impressed when Frank Vocci asked her to autograph his copy. Their response was to pre-empt ACT UP's entrance by walking into the room with a time-line already set, for clinical trials (Phase I human toxicology) in one year. It included:96

    A) Radiolabeling Ibogaine for autoradiography studies to locate and quantify Ibogaine receptors, followed by displacement studies to identify agonists and antagonists and determine binding characteristics;

    B) Toxicology studies to determine neurotoxicity and to determine if Ibogaine is cumulatively toxic;

    C) Pharmacological and metabolic studies; D) By March or April, stability testing, dose ranging and dosage form development;

    E) Cognitive studies;

    And by August 1992, the filing of their own Investigative New Drug (IND) application with the FDA, leading to clinical studies by late fall, 1992.

    Besides Iris Long and the harm reduction reps from the July meeting, the coalition side included John Morgan of CUNY and David Goldstein. The government had the same reps as before. They did confirm Ibogaine psychoactivity would not be an impediment t o tests in humans, and agreed to include HIV-positive addicts. And they were warned that the competitive bid regulations they were invoking against dealing through Howard Lotsof with OMNICHEM of Belgium (the only source in the world with 99.7 percent pure synthetic Ibogaine HCI in stock) might be a real stumbling block. They said it would be easier to go through SIGMA, their regular supplier, which turned out not to be able to get Tabernanthe iboga out of Gabon. That set everything back five mont hs.

    Still, Iris Long said this time-line was about on par with current AIDS drug development times. Bringing ACT UP had turned the trick. Ibogaine was fast-tracked.

    As for Jon Parker, he's re-established the AIDS Brigade in a storefront in South Boston. In June, 1992, he turned his thesis on Needle Exchange to get his degree from Yale Medical School. In it he said the one innovative treatment modality the AIDS B rigade had come across addicts using in the field--the single new discovery in drug treatment he thought could make a difference against AIDS--was Ibogaine. Jon still drives down from every week to do AIDS Brigade needle exchange at the corner of Essex a nd Delancey, just after noon on Saturdays.

    Of late he's been working with Jennifer, who was treated with Ibogaine for heroin addiction in Holland in August, 1991, on the trip when Bob Sisko got his retreatment. With the sense of purpose she derives from the AIDS Brigade, Jennifer's treatment is succeeding.
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    CHAPTER 10: Carlo Contoreggi

    Howard Lotsof actually first contacted Charlie Grudzinskasbefore he was appointed head of MDD in January, 1991. Scanning a publication calledThe Scientist in November, 1990, he noticed an interview of a Lederle exec on regulatory changes needed to develop new drugs to treat drug dependency. It paralleled Howard's own thinking, including orphan drug provisions and the suspension of product liability (since all new daily-dose medications will wind up in druggies who can croak from street drugs a nytime they relapse). Howard was so impressed he phoned the interviewee, Grudzinskas.

    Near the end of their first conversation he told him: "You know, my company has a really effective, single-dose, broad-spectrum treatment for addiction."Howard sent him Ibogaine material and they talked again. During their third phone conversation, Charlie told him he was leaving Lederle to become head of Medica- tion Development at NIDA, and told him to send a letter requesting a meeting. but after he was in office, so it would be official. "I want to get in first. Send the letter after I get app ointed, in January." That letter led to the April 12th meeting.

    But the old boy's network had given Grudzinskas a deputy to watch-dog him, named Frank Vocci. In 1987, Vocci wrote the guidelines for emergency Schedule I classification of new hallucinogens, etc, as drugs of abuse. He was the one who asked about fl ashbacks, freak-outs, etc., as if Ibogaine was just another LSD analog. Both ACT UP and Howard, meeting with him separately, had to assure him in Grudzin-skas' presence that this is a neutral, cognitive experience; that it's waking REM, not hallucinatio ns, and so-on. But Vocci watched Grudzinskas' back, and kept him firmly in the NIDA loop whenever he tended toward running MDD as a private company, not wanting to tell public interest groups what was going on.

    One of the points of contention at the July 10th meeting was the restrictions on Carlo Contoreggi. In March of the previous year, Bob Sisko had opened his own line into NIDA, but through NIDA's Addiction Research Center (ARC) at John Hopkins in Baltim ore, not MDD in Rockville. At that point Medications Develop-ment was still being formed out of NIDA pre-clinical research in response to Sen. Biden's language in the 1988 Omnibus Anti-Crime Act, mandating a seach for a "magic bullet" to cure addiction.

    Sisko had come to Dr. Contoreggi following up on Howard's contacts with ARC Medical Director Bob Lange, who'd at least shown a willingness to listen. He and Carlo are the ARC medical officers. If some one has a bad reaction in a clinical trial to one of the medications ARC is investigating as a treatment, instead of having a researcher who often has years of effort invested in a pet drug treat the complications, an independent physician comes in, treats the complications, and writes up a report. Bo th Lange and Contoreggi are watchdogs. But Lange is the boss: Carlo is the one who actually runs down and treats the crackhead who's having a seizure. So he's seen a hundred different drug cures in action. And both he and Lange knew almost everything NID A was testing was not living up to initial claims. In fact, they were bombing out.

    Sisko brought Contoreggi one addict to look at, before and after treatment, since Ibogaine isn't legal in the U.S. and Carlo wasn't willing to fly off to Holland based on a rumor. The same junkie interviewed in the VILLAGE BEAT as "Dragonheart." He w as a rock promoter snorting $500-a-day of heroin. When he walked into Contoreggi's office before Ibogaine, he was in bad shape--pale, emaciated, bent over. And during the interview, he progressed from nodding out to the chills and shakes of withdrawal. Th e only way he could finish the battery of questions and tests was for Carlo to give him an on-the-spot injection of morphine.

    Carlo had to admit Sisko had brought him abona fide addict. When Dragon- heart came back two weeks later, Contoreggi couldn't believe the difference. "This tall, straight athletic-looking guy walks in. No pallor. No trace of withdraw al. In fact he's radiating good health, looks like he's been working out. There's a bounce in his step, a sparkle in his eye. The thing is, I'm a clinician--an M.D., not a rat scientist. I knew we had nothing in development that could do that. It's physic ally impossible in that timeframe."

    Addicts with money smoke heroin, by frying it on a piece of tinfoil and sucking up the vapor with a straw. They call it "chasing the dragon." During the second interview the ex-addict told Carlo how before treatment, he felt the Dragon had his heart i n its claws, but nowhe had the Dragon's heart. He wanted his case-name to be "Dragonheart."

    The scientist in Carlo Contoreggi was hooked. But then his enthusiasm came to the attention of Bob Lange's boss, Dr. Jerome Jaffee, the overall head of the Addiction Research Center.

    Since one third of NIDA's budget goes to the ARC, Jaffee was definitely part of the old-boy network. He'd come up with Herb Kleber, who twenty years earlier had Contoreggi's job. After the conclusion of Ted Koppel's Night-Line town meet- ing, Septem ber 8, '88, Dana buttonholed Jaffee and asked: "When are we going to have Ibogaine?"

    "Never," said Jaffee, "We have test results showing it doesn't work." His air of smooth assurance was so great that even Dana was rocked back. A doubt was planted in his mind that wasn't dispelled until the day several months later when Fred told him he'd taken it, and it did work. And of course, Jaffee and Kleber had nothing whatsoever to show it wouldn't work in humans. What they had is a rat study with a wrong paradigm, designed to have the experiment fail, and then to publish the results in orde r to make it appear that Ibogaine had no value.

    In 1990 Jaffee and Sharpe published a study entitled Ibogaine Doesn't Work.They concluded Ibogaine administered subcutaneously (under the skin) failed to reduce naloxone-percipitated withdrawal in morphine-addicted rats, except for depressing o ne sign: grooming. Since that contradicts the findings of Dzoljic, Ka-plan & Dzoljic (1988), Aceto, Bowman & Harris (1990), and all the findings of Stan- ley Glick's braintrust, Glick decided further work was necessary to resolve this.

    Jaffee and Sharpe implied that all the other researchers had mistaken the temporary depression of motor activity caused by Ibogaine-induced tremor for genuine attenuation of withdrawal. After all, immediate effects of Ibogaine include drastic reductio n of bar-pressing for water. But the morphine in Dzoljic's experiment was implanted., not self-injected, by the rats, so Glick's Albany Medical College group got together with the Capitol District Center for Drug Abuse Research and Trea tment, and did a definitive, two-stage experiment to resolve the descrepancy.

    In Part I, rats addicted after five days of morphine were given interperitoneal-ly (i.p.: in the gut) 20, 40 and 80 mg.-per-kg. of Ibogaine thirty minutes before one mg.-per-kg. of naltrexone HCl. Glick found that wet-dog shakes, grooming, teeth-cha ttering and diarrhea were all depressed 50 to 70% or more. Weight-loss and head-burying were marginally affected. At 40 mg.-per-kg. of Ibogaine, flinching was also depressed more than 50%.

    But not only might Ibogaine-induced tremors during the first two hours be skewing the results, their unmistakable visibility made a true double-blind study impossible. So Glick & Co. ran Part II of the experiment with the lowest completely efective do se--40 mg.-per-kg--given four hours before naltrexone, so the tremor would be totally dissipated. Wet-dog shakes and grooming were still depressed more than fifty per cent. Teeth-chattering and diarrhea were virtually knocked out. (Weight-loss and he ad-burying increased slightly).

    Now in the fine print, Jaffee and Sharpe had covered themselves in the fine print of their paper, warning that discrepancies between their results and all others might be due to species variations in the rats, subcutaneous versus interperitoneal or intercerebro-ventricu lar (directly into the ventricular spaces of the cerebrum) administration of Ibogaine. Glick added a different mode of injection of, and a longer exposure to mor-phine, plus use of naltrexone instead of naloxone. Still, he writes, every researcher found evidence Ibogaine lessened morphine withdrawal in animals. Even Sharpe and Jaffee found lessening of one sign--grooming--indicating Ibogaine should 100continue to be investigated for treating opiate dependence, whatever the explanation.

    But this study, Effects of Ibogaine on Acute Signs of Morphine Withdrawal in Rats: Independence From Tremor (S. D. Glick, K. Roseman, N.C. Rao, I. M. Maison-neuve & J. N. Carlson) wouldn't even be accepted for publication until November, 19 91. In August, 1990, Jaffee had his paper published and in hand, and as Carlo Con- toreggi's ultimate boss, ruled that he could not do any more pre- and post-treatment evaluations of Ibogaine, under pain of being fired on the spot.

    At their July 10, 1991 meeting with MDD, the reason become clear to Dana and Sisko. Vocci took the line that there was no urgency to get Ibogaine into clinical trials, because there was no hard evidence it worked in human addicts at all, and that NIDA couldn't help in developing that evidence. Medications Development was enjoined from even looking at a Schedule I drug in humans, no matter what it might do to stop addiction, AIDS crisis and all. Even pre- and post-treatment evaluation in humans would r epresent tacit NIDA approval-- MDD complicity in an end-run around FDA.

    That was the reason why, in the timeline presented presented October 29th, Vocci proposed doing the entire 1971 Dhahir toxicology study over again in the the timeline presented October 29th. It was also why ACT UP argued strenuously that Ibogaine must be considered an AIDS drug, either due to impact on prevention or because narcotic depression of the immune-system may well be a co-factor in the progression of AIDS.

    Dr. Peter Hartsock of NIDA, whose New Haven study broke the back of resistance to needle exchange, and tangled with the Kleber/Jaffee crowd continuously, said their method is to obstruct from the shadows with whispers, to stab in the back. Pretty clearly, the ir strategy for stopping Ibogaine was to keep it in rat studies forever, hoping it could be made to appear to fail there, when the real question is why in works so much better in human addicts than in rodents.

    By Oct. 29th 1991 the harm reduction coalition had more than three dozen human case studies, enought to tell the MDD that 25% walk away from hard drugs forever after one treatment; on 25% it's effective less than a month. Of the middle 50%, one third (ab out an additional 15%) experience "shallow re-entry syndrome": they try using drugs again, but find they just don't like them anymore, so they too are drug-free after six months, giving an actual single-dose success-rate of 40%. The 35% remaining can b e kept substantially drug-free with treatments every six months and adjunct support groups like Narcotics Anonymous. (Of course, if you could put AIDS into remission every six months with two days of chemo, the media would tout it as a cure.)

    There are also indications that after three or more treatments the interrupter effect may "take" (like a successful organ transplant), due to the "maturing out" of the addict, which Bob Sisko relates to the use of iboga in Gabon to initiate adolesc ents into adulthood. Of course, whenever he's start talking Bwiti, as in "accessing your hereditary archive," Vocci and Grudzinskas would just roll their eyes.

    Meanwhile, at the beginning of October '91, Dhoruba Bin Wahad came out for hemp in front of 20,000 people at Ben Masel's Annual Harvest Fest in Madison, Wisconsin. A few days later, Oct. 9th, on appeal by the Manhattan District Attorney, his convictio n was re-instated by New York's higest court. The rules had been changed in the middle of the game. Merely showing prosecutorial misconduct was no longer enough to keep him free. Now his lawyers had to prove the evidence withheld, the outright fabrication s, would have materially affected the outcome of the trial. He flew to Paris, then Ghana; it looked like he might stay in Africa, in exile.

    In November, 1991, on election day, Dennis Peron's San Franscisco ballot initiative for medical marijuana for people with AIDS passed by the largest per centage of votes in city history--80%. The national media made a big thing of it, and as far away as Washington, D.C., pollsters and politicians sat up and took notice.

    At the beginning of January, 1992, Herb Kleber left his Office of National Drug Control Policy (Deputy Drug Czar) position, ostensibly to protest Bush continuing its 70-to-30 ratio of law enforcement to treatment.

    Actually he was taking a better-pay ing, more politically-secure job as head of Columbia University's Substance Abuse Division, preparatory to become Number 2 man at a new think tank called the Center on Addicition and Substance Abuse (CASA) under Joe Califano, who stopped pot decrim as HEW Secretary in 1979, and blocked early U.S. adoption of the Dutch harm reduction model. Since all subsequent Dutch reforms like needle exchange flowed from decrim of pot there in 1976, this Carter administration decision was arguably responsible for half o f all AIDS cases in the U.S.

    Curiously, although SUNY, CUNY, Cornell and virtually every university in and around N.Y.C. are now engaged in Ibogaine research, Columbia has since 1986 refused even to do rat studies "on the advice of their attorneys." (Or under the influ-ence of te nured faculty like Gabriel Nahas. His marijuana pseudo-science, sponsored by the U.N. Office on Narcotics when it was headed by the daughter of Lyndon LaRouche, whipped up pot hysteria in the '70's, until de-bunked around 1980 when every finding turned ou t to be faked. There is a definite mentality that opposes Ibogaine simply because it comes from the harm reduction side, and because it isn't effective against pot). The President of Columbia, Michael Sovern, is on the Board of CASA. And despite having He rb Kleber as Assistant Director for Medical Affairs, CASA's charter specifically excludes funding biomedical research, in favor of prevention through education and long-term residential treatment.

    Prominent on CASA's board is Jim Burke, head of the Partnership for a Drug-Free America, whose stated goal is mobilize the Advertizing Industry to fosterintolerance of illegal drugs and those who use them. Alcohol and tobacco are never102 targeted in their ads, perhaps because their corporate sponsors include Anheuser-Busch and RJR-Nabisco, along with the biggest banks, pharmaceutical companies, and top media like Capitol Cities (ABC). (See Partnership list, next 2 pages). Their ads equating marij uana and hard drugs are omnipresent on television and in the papers, which get tax write-offs. CASA seems to have been formed as a think tank to fine-tune their message, after some of those ads turned out to be wildly inaccurate. (One showing the "brainwa ves of a teenager on pot" as totally flat, was actually from a middle-aged drunk in a coma after a car accident.) Currently they say pot has no medical value whatsoever, and that people who smoke it are cop-killers, regardless of their medical condition .

    It is highly ironic that in the name of a Drug-Free America, the Robert Woods Johnson Foundation, which bank-rolls both Partnership and CASA, supports Dr. Herbert Kleber--the man who is suppressing Ibogaine in favor of the addictive drug buprenorphine .

    At the end of January '92, Herb Kleber's successor at ONDCP, Ingrid Kolb, signaled a possible thaw by writing a letter to Assistant Secretary for the Health and Human Services (HHS) James Mason, chiding him for keeping the applications of PWA's for medical marijuana in limbo.

    Dana Beal noticed in news accounts that her title was Acting Director for Demand Reduction. He thought of people he knew who before Ibogaine were doing $200-to-$300-a-day of smack, who after a couple treatments may-be do $5 worth twenty times a year. That's a lot of demand reduction. Perhaps the medical marijuana letter was a sign this Kolb woman would be rational.

    So Beal called Ingrid Kolb and asked on behalf of ACT UP for a meeting on "promising medications in the NIDA pipeline for treatment of drug dependency." He brought along Alan Thompson of RAR and Joey Tranchina of the West Coast AIDS Brigade. Joey tal ked to her about clean needles; Ingrid deferred to NIDA, saying the data wasn't in yet. After thanking her for the medical marijuana letter, most of the meeting was about Ibogaine.

    No one in the entire bureaucracy had ever told the Acting Director for Demand Reduction they had a prototype addiction interrupter in the works, potentially the magic bullet.

    Dana opined he could end the drug crisis, and cut transmission of AIDS as much as 25%, for $2 billion, or enough to treat the one million worst-afflicted addicts. Alan Thompson told here how, in the twelve years Rock Against Racism had known about and supported the Ibogaine Project, he's never been able to put together a band of his own without a junkie in it, and how one musician friend after another died of an overdose. On the way back to New York City, he thanked Dana for enabling him to press his case at the White House.

    That very morning, February 13th, Dhoruba had returned from Africa after a great internal struggle with himself, to fight his case all over again--appearing in court just as the ACT UP van was leaving for the meeting, too late to go along. Dana went into overdrive to set up a subsequent meeting that would bring in Dhoruba, actualizing the coalition between ACT UP and the Black treatment movement, but also to substantiate Dhoruba's role and keep him out of prison to continue his work.

    The first date Dhoruba, Ingrid Kolb, Grudzinskas and Vocci could all meet was April 10th. Meanwhile Dana spent his days boiling an Ibogaine tape centered on the Nico interview down to 60 minutes.

    It was still February when he got a call from John Spacely, in the hospital. When Dana came to visit, Spacely told him he had MAI. A couple of weeks later his HIV results came back positive. His T-cell count was 36. Ibogaine might have saved him in mid 1981, sitting around talking about it with Dana. But it was too late the minute he shared a needle with someone around Bruce Brown. On the other hand, all the years he smoked pot since he stopped doing dope, John Spacely had been free of opportunistic infections, in effect cushioning the decline of his T-cells with medical marijuana. And at first he was able to triple his T's with herbal extracts and vitamins.

    ACT UP Treatment & Data sent a letter to James Mason de manding that he reverse his ban on access to medical marijuana for people with AIDS; he refused to have a meeting about it with ACT UP. A few days before Dana was to report on this to the floor, he called Marty Robinson to ask if he'd make a special trip in from Park Slope and come back to the floor one time because of his strong feelings on this. Marty reported that he couldn't smo ke any more, but that he'd gotten his hands on some marinol. Marty'd already promised to testify in Beal's defense. But he was far, far sicker than Dana had expected. "Those boys can't do anything for me anymore," he said of ACT UP.

    "But Marty," said Dana, "the Ibogaine got through. T & D backed it. Iris Long got NIDA to fast-track it. That conference we did at City College--it led to research showing Ibogaine works against cocaine--against crack. You made the difference, Marty -- You freed the addicts. You freed the slaves."

    "That's nice." Marty mused.

    "But what do I do about ACT UP and medical marijuana?" Dana queried. "I'm not gay. I'm not HIV positive. "

    "You will the one who gets medical marijuana through," said Marty. Dana hung up the phone in distress. Fifteen minutes later Mark Rubin called back. "Marty is sicker than he let on. If you want to see him again, best come over within the next week. " Dana decided to see him after the T&D meeting Wednesday night. Mark called him Wednesday morning to tell him Marty had died.

    Up in Boston, Jon Parker had resumed needle exchange, this time outside the main city hospital several miles from Ellis-Hagler's base in Roxbury. Ellis-Hagler picketed anyway, so that Parker would get arrested only to be immediately released. Dana w ent to Ellis-Hagler trying, unsuccessfully, to get a rep to the April 10th meet-ing. He talked to Treatment-on-Demand's Moses Saunders, who said they'd known for five years that they needed something like Ibogaine. He confided they knew needle exchange w as a done deal--they just wanted to keep the pressure on to get more money for treatment. But at least on days they were meeting with Dana theyweren't picketing. And ACT UP New York was willing to fund the D.C. trip if it had a chance of replacing confr ontation with cooperation.

    In the event, Dhoruba was satisfied to be accompanied by an ex-Young Lord, Father Frank Morales of the Episcopal Arch-Dioscese of New York. The other partici-pants on the ACT UP side were Dana Beal, Betsy Lenke, Jeff Eberhardt and David Goldstein for ICASH. Besides Kolb, Vocci and Grudzinskas, the ONDCP also had John Gregrich, on loan from the Justice Dept. The meeting started a bit late due to traffic congestion, so there was really just time for Dhoruba to lay out 2 demands:

    1.) The biggest obstacle to new chemotherapies for addiction is community re-sistance, due to experience with the toxicity and extreme addictiveness of metha-done, which was forced on the Black community without their say-so. He demand-ed an independe nt, scientific, inner city-based Afro-American study of Ibogaine--an immediate community-based trial by people with enormous hands-on experience, who are as skeptical as anyone. This would bring folks who are unwilling to use maintenance drugs into Medica tions Development; and from the beginning, rather than too late to make a difference.

    2.) Community-based programs that can re-socialize addicts and stem the spread of HIV without undermining the fight against high-level drug dealing or government corruption are getting the shaft, because criminalizing users maximizes income from forfe itures. The system has become addicted to the cash flow it's sup-posed to be eliminating. Dhoruba demanded that 100% of the $400 million-a-year from forfeitures be retargeted, from the financing of new seizures to treating hard-core addicts. That way, i n 5 years the one million most serious addicts who consume 70% of all hard drugs could be treated with Ibogaine or some other fast-acting addic-tion interrupter, for a net demand reduction of 35%.

    To point #1, Vocci responded that it would take 18 months to write new regs for community-based trails; but Kolb and Grudzinskas suggested clinics with follow-up capability in Roxbury and Harlem apply to be among the first for funding, and offered to provide grant application guidelines.

    Vis-a-vis point #2, John Gregrich confirmed that the great bulk of forfeiture money was going to finance new forfeitures, except for $9 million which Ingrid said was all that Congress left of her request for $90 million out the $400 million for trea ting inner city addicts.

    Dana, Betsy and Jeff of ACT UP raised 3 additional matters:

    ACT UP asked about, and MDD agreed to furnish data on, sample size and subject being studied (but not location and identity of researchers) in 13 animal 107

    studies. ACT UP reiterated the importance of high (99.7%) purity to insure absorb-ability. MDD had only 300 grams of Ibogaine; they were getting 400 grams addition-al from Lotsof. And despite half-hearted attempts to invoke NIDA's Office of Treat-men t Improvement (OTI) as the proper route for lobbying, Vocci and Grudzinkas confirmed the only early clinical access to Ibogaine would be through them.

    ACT UP also pointed out that proposed guidelines on undesirable interac-tions of street drugs and new maintenance drugs made no provision for Ibogaine, which is not a maintenance drug and can be screened from interactions with any other drug during th e brief forty-eight-hour procedure. Grudzinskas responded that Vocci had written those guidelines, and asked to be furnished with a set of parameters defining what an addiction interrupter would consist of.

    Finally, Dana had touched base with Carlo Contoreggi, and he urged that MDD and FDA re-consider, and allow Dr. Contoreggi to resume pre- and post-treatment evaluation of addicts being flown to Holland. MDD budged, slightly. They offered to test post-treatment for gross neurological disfunction. Jeff pointed out that would provide for no baseline comparison. David Goldstein cited Dhahir (1971), as showing there would be no gross neurological disfunction.

    At the end of the meeting MDD still refused to mesh through Contoreggi with Lotsof, the patentholder, because of the treatment he was doing in Holland, a hang-up that had already set back procurement of supplies six months. As ACT UP said in a subseq uent letter to Ingrid Kolb:

    "The ban on pre-treatment evaluation...is bothunscientific and legally inconsistent with the Administration position on freedom of travel. ...It is clearly legal for U.S. addicts to fly to Holland, where the procedure is approved as an experimental th erapy. And NIDA wants them evaluated, not prosecuted, when they return.

    "[This] ruling...has become an obstacle to NIDA...consulting...the folks who know the most about the procedure: Howard Lotsof and NDA International. In fact, Lotsof is not only com-plying with the letter of all applicable laws and regulations, but in refusing to make ENDABUSE available for casual research or for any other reason except fighting addiction, he is pro-actively fullfilling the intent of the law, which is to fight drug abuse."

    But just for insurance, Dhoruba and ACT UP also met that morning with Tim Westmoreland, special AIDS advisor to Congressman Henry Waxman's Committee on Health and the Environment. Tim promised to get language into the pending NIDA re-organization act , mandating community-based trials. Dana in-tended to keephis promise to Treatment on Demand, to bring Ibogaine to Roxbury as soon as possible, no matter what.

    Bringing Dhoruba into the negotiations did impress the feds. A few weeks later Los Angeles was burning. For a month or so there was a mood in the Bush Administration to take Black concerns a bit more seriously. Dana sent MDD the requested paramete rs defining an addiction interrupter in early May:

    1.) An addiction interrupter must virtually eliminate withdrawal symptoms.

    2.) An interrupter must drastically attentuate craving for 3 to 18 months.

    3.) An interrupter must block the customary pleasure response that the addict is trained to expect, so his drugs of abusewon't work for the first few weeks.

    4.) An interrupter will stimulate the "maturing out" of the addict. The initial REM-like period, involving the firing and retreival of memories and the auto- matic re-editing of memory as a whole is the key to how interruption "takes."

    Beal admitted these effects are specific to Ibogaine, but pointed out that interrupter we know must provide the "yardstick" for comparison, just as methadone is our yard-stick for evaluating all the new maintenance drugs in the MDD pipeline.

    When he contacted Grudzinskas for his reaction, Dana asked who could do the now-approved post--treatment evaluations. Charlie turned him over to Vocci, who said he should call Contoreggi. But Vocci didn't call Carlo and givehim any kind of authoriza tion.

    Just prior to April 10, 1992 meeting, the Queens Judge in Beal's medical marijuana case had tried to force him to trial; and Bill Kunstler informed the court they would bring a defense of medical necessity. The first trial date was the end of June, but the de fense wasn't able to get its witnesses together, so Kunstler filed a motion to dismiss based on medical necessity instead. The clock was running out for Dana, but he had time for a few more moves.

    June was the month he tried to set up a meeting with Joe Califano at the apart-ment of his friend Flo Kennedy, on E. 48th St. five blocks from the CASA office. Flo Kennedy had been the lawyer for legenday jazz junkies Billie Holliday and Charlie "Bird " Parker. Herb Kleber refused to allow Califano to meet with Flo and ACT UP when he found the meeting was about Ibogaine.

    But Dana's next move was a winner. Howard had a couple of paying treat-ments in Holland a few weeks before the International AIDS Conference in Amster-dam in late July. Beal persuaded him to stay on and do a prototype treatment semi-nar, with Dutch a ddict freebees, in conjunction with the Conference. Then Dana in-vited folks to it who were coming to Amsterdam anyway for the AIDS Conference: Joey Tranchina, Moses Saunders, Dr. Lester Grinspoon, and the real catch, Carlo Contoreggi.

    Carlo was ready to quit his job. He'd come up with proof bleaching needles just wasn't as effective as needle exchange, and at the eleventh hour the order had come down from Bob Martinez himself forbidding Carlo to present his data at the Internatio nal AIDS Conference.

    All Contoreggi had done was to sit addicts down with their works and some bleach, and tell them to start cleaning. And a lot of them didn't do a thorough job, leaving microscopic bloodclots HIV could live in for ten days or longer. So why not just give them clean works? It's safer for everyone. This directly contradicted the Bush/Martinez/Herb Kleber line. Of course, they'd been against bleach, too, until Jon Parker started overthrowing needle prohi-bition from Maine to Delaware.

    "Don't quit," Dana told him. "We need you to stay put while we change everything around you. Instead of defying them directly, go to Amsterdam and sit in on some treatments with Howard. That'd bereal civil disobedience. Let me worry about how t o make it kosher with Grudzinskas and NIDA afterwards."

    Contoreggi flew to Amsterdam at his own expense, and came back raving about what he'd seen. "I've treated junkies with more than a hundred drugs, and nothing is like Ibogaine. All signs of addiction are just--gone. You know, on other medicatio ns, junkies always keep asking for dope, nonstop. Instead, after 24 hours, this guy was asking for an Egg McMuffin.

    "He wanted an Egg McMuffin!"

    When Howard Lotsof and the treatment team flew back from Amsterdam, Dana had them booked for an August 4th presentation set up by accupuncturist Rommell Washington at Harlem Hospital. For 3 1/2 hours, thirty treatment profes-sionals peppered Howard, S isko, Geerte and Dana with questions.

    But the clincher was a talk by Dhoruba Bin Wahad, putting Ibogaine in the context of a 25 year strug-gle. He said the Ibogaine team, with the forces they were taking on, were some of the bravest people he knew. No, he said, Ibogaine doesn't violate Muslim teachings. The Koran says any medicine that works can be used to heal the sick. And the word went out in Harlem: the senior surviving Black Panther had endorsed the Project. Doors began opening all over the place.

    "Why didn't you invite me?" said Carlo when Dana phoned him afterwards. "Look, I have to come up the weekend of Sept 14th for my radio-medicine boards."

    Dana thought a minute and said: "I'll see if I can arrange authorization from Grudzinskas for you to talk with some people who've been treated when you come up--to do a little post-treatment evaluation."

    Then he called up Grudzinskas and explained that Vocci'd never got around to the call authorizing Contoreggi to do post-treatment evaluations, as promised in May. He got back to Carlo and told him to expect a call from Medications Develop-ment giving the go-ahead.

    "Well, if Grudzinskas calls, I'm going to go public, all the way," said Carlo.110

    "What do you mean?"

    "If I get my foot in the door, I'm going to shove it open all the way. I'm going to tell them everything I saw in Amsterdam."

    The upshot was that Charles Grudzinskas gave post facto authorization for Contoreggi's Amsterdam observations. And invited him down to Rockville to brief fifteen neuroscientists at the MDD on what he'd seen. In Carlo, they finally had one of their own who'd seen it, and could explain the significance of what he'd seen in technical language they could understand. Overnight, Carlo became the govern-ment clinical expert on Ibogaine in humans. Vocci formally made him part of the MDD's Ib ogaine Project.

    The man who, like Galileo Galilei, said, "Si il mouve," ("But it moves.") was now in the loop.
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    CHAPTER 11: Geerte F.

    Howard Lotsof first did an interview on Dutch pirate radio while Geerte (pronounced Heartuh ) F. was attending the 1988-89 Semester of Art School in New York City, where she was renovating Umbrella House, a squat on Ave C. Both Geerte and the pirate radio people considered themselves part of the international squatter's movement.

    The pirate radio was in a large squat in Amsterdam. It was affiliated with Hi-Res, a smaller squat with a lot of computers. All the squats in Amsterdam had problems with heroin, Three people from Hi-Res, Chris Schwart, Reinhardt Hecht and Simon, had c ome across published references to Ibogaine, and they wanted their friends and the people they lived with to be treated. But they also wanted the squatter movement to be the group of people to tell the world about Ibogaine. So they were looking into how t o get their own supply, how to get people to eat it, and just doing research.

    Hi-Res had to wait until Sisko came to Holland in October, 1989, for two volunteers to be treated--Geerte and Ron. In June, Geerte had returned from New York, where she had learned of Ibogaine in the squat scene, to live with her drug-addicted boyfri end, Ron. She was not using when she made arrangements to treat Ron, but started doing it with him during the three months she spent waiting for Sisko to come. There's a videotape of Chris Swart interviewing Geerte and Ron, helping Sisko with the intake procedure for the first Dutch addicts ever treated.

    Ron had been addicted for 12 or 13 years. He had been doing 85 milligrams of methadone every day for twelve years, with one exception--15 months spent in spent in a rehab center to avoid going to jail. He actually followed the program on this rehab fa rm and he was clean under his own power.

    But this particular program was merely suppressing Ron's aggression, so that for those 15 months, Ron longed for the day he could get out, and rebel. So one day after he came out of rehab he copped smack, and fell back to using drugs right away--alc ohol, pills, speed, cocaine and anything else he could get his hands on.
    Ron had gone into treatment to get out of going to jail. But he learned a lot from the program anyway--which helped him with the Ibogaine treatment. It gave him the experience of being clean, which helps when you're suddenly given Ibogaine. Addicts h ave literally forgotten what it's like to spend a period of time without heroin.
    Ron's treatment worked out very well. The day before he was a total wreck, completely chaotic idiot. He took the Ibogaine and he laid down for a day. He was very peaceful, quiet and happy. He came out like he'd been in the laundry machine, like a comp letely different person. That night he sat up and smoked a joint, drank a beer and he was totally happy and balanced.
    Geerte was treated the day after Ron. She took the Ibogaine at 8:00 AM on an empty stomach. Sisko kept coming into the room to see if she had laid down yet, to have her walk a bit to check if she appeared wobbly. This only made Geerte determined to w alk in straight lines. She kept telling him the Ibogaine wasn't working. She even ran around a chair to show she had full coordination.

    In reality, she was resisting the effect because she didn't know what to expect from the Ibogaine--trying to prove that if she didn't want to be knocked out, she wouldn't get knocked out. It involved intense will power. She had had many mind-bending t rips on LSD and mushrooms, maybe 30 or 40, but she didn't like what this was doing to her, because when she closed her eyes she saw things--

    "...Patterns in the beginning, about an hour after you take the Ibogaine, maybe 10% as vivid as LSD. But if you close your eyes, you see all kinds of stuff happening, really rapidly, too. As soon as you close your eyes, you go into a REM sleep thing."

    The minute she experienced it, the eyes-closed stuff was familiar. Her mind recognized it as REM-like. What she saw was all these cartoon images--what a child's mind is formed out of in this century. She had been told she'd see a chronological movie of her life, "...but all I saw was these weird cartoon figures coming past. I have a vision of walking through my brain, as if walking in a giant computer-like file-cabinet. There are long narrow drawers with selected, collective information. Somebody in the hotel turned on the radio, with commercials, and I just got-- like all the commercial jingles I ever heard came out of this little drawer in my brain. It came out as one long song, and I visually saw the song.

    "Can you imagine all the jingles you ever heard on the radio all coming out as one thing. Like a harmonica. The trip is hard to explain. You're existing on ten different levels at the same time. You don't have any control over it and it just happens t o you. Something you just can't comprehend-- you begin to comprehend it when the experience is over.

    "You really feel that something is changing in your mind, and I kept saying to Ron, who was in the room when I got treated: 'There should be a doctor here: we should take a scan of my brain at this very moment. This is really too intense, it can't be happening.'

    "It felt like re-programming. I thought, "This is not good. This is way too much. Nobody should experience this because it's way too intense." Weeks after the treatment you start to understand why you experienced the things you did.

    "I would sit down on the bed and I'd hear a drum, like someone drumming in the next room. It's not like you hear this drumming in your mind and you can just stop it, like it's just a mind thing. No, it's really happening and you can't stop it. Lik e a African drum. Next thing I know I'm walking in Africa. Literally walking in the jungle with bare feet and snakes around me. Jungle leaves around my face and I thought, "What the fuck is going on?" But then I open my eyes and I"m still in the room. It 's like an out-of-body experience, but you just open your eyes as soon as you want to snap back into your body, and you're there."

    The visions of Africa made Geerte uncomfortable-- "For the first time in my life, I accepted being born white in the 20th century in northern Europe." She also found the room irritating. The sheets were really bright red. She didn't like Sisko coming in to check up on her, saying "Maybe we should put some more Ibogaine into you." He seemed like a threatening pigmy from the forest, trying to stuff this root down her throat. Then he would leave to fall asleep, snoring in the next room. She felt they s hould be there for her. Ron was there, but he was taking showers and telling her how great he felt. He was sitting there talking and she said, "Shut up. I'm in the middle of this experience here. Go for a walk or something."

    Ron had gotten treated on a Sunday, a really quiet day. It was Monday, and all of a sudden people were cutting trees in front of the hotel, painters were painting windows, people were cleaning the hallways--there was all this noise. Sounds really get intensified on Ibogaine. About three or four hours into the treatment, Geerte decided to split.

    "I tried to puke up as much of the Ibogaine as I could. I thought it would stop the effect. It didn't, but I told myself it did, that it should be wearing off in half an hour. It wasn't, I was full-blown into it. But I wanted to go home. I dressed and wrote Sisko, who was still sleeping, a note: "Have fun discovering new cultures in Africa with your freaky friends. See you another time."
    On the trainride home to Utrecht, the Ibogaine was active--"I saw a lot of people who I experienced as being 'dead in the head.' " At home she threw up again, which made her feel cheated-- "I was not supposed to have withdrawal now." She went out to her dealer's house, where she smoked some heroin, and felt much better, though still trippy. Throwing up brought relief, but everything tasted and smelled bitter from the Ibogaine.
    Late that night, as the heroin effect wore off, she lay down on the couch "in a dreamlike, half-awake state," and the Ibogaine effect resumed as a rapid re-birthing experience. She saw herself as a fetus emerging from her mother's womb, felt "an114 in credible devotional love coming from my parents." This enabled her to accept mistakes her parents made during her growing up: "For the first time, I can feel respect for my parents, which shapes our whole relationship into a harmonious reality." Many ot her dream flashes appeared.

    Researchers had known Ibogaine potentiates morphine analgesia, but here was a new finding--opiates potentiated the completion of Geerte's Ibogaine experience. She awoke the next morning completely refreshed, newborn and hungry as a wolf. She gave h er heroin away, and with Ron, started evaluating the experience. New things kept falling into place. It was as if all information in their brain filecabinets was shaken out of its drawers onto one big pile, looked at "objectively" and re-filed, untwisted from emotional trauma.

    It took time to realize they're not getting sick, that there's no need to get money to run to the dealer anymore. The days went by--one incredibly energetic and active, the next one needed to relax. A withdrawal never took place-- just some occasiona l yawning and minor chills. Initially their junkie friends were skeptical, until they realized Ron was selling his 65 mg. dose of methadone every day, for weeks in a row, and spending the money on camping gear to go to India, not drugs.
    "In a normal withdrawal," said Geerte, " you need all your motivated energy to go through being sick, which burns you out completely." This time their motivation was reinforced, and together with all of the visual experience, Ibogaine put Ron and Geer te on a path directed towards their goal. Some of their junkie friends found this positive attitude irritating. Others wanted to experience Ibogaine too. It was frustrating not to be able to give it to them.

    The presence of hard drugs in their environment was neither threatening or particularly attractive: It just didn't matter. Once when Geerte tried heroin to see what it would do, it didn't get her stoned. It seemed to re-activate the Ibogaine. Up unti l four months after the treatment, she experienced colors and light very intensely. Geerte lost interest in drugs in general; she found the effect of Ibogaine went far beyond their effect, though not necessarily in a pleasant way.

    Ron stayed heroin-free until they reached Pakistan. Someone who's been a hardcore addict for twelve years finds it hard to resist a gram of smack for 4 dollars a day. Geerte carried all Ron's smack in her underwear for 3 months, because she was least likely to be strip-searched. And she stayed clean--

    "For years we'd been hunting it every day, and all of a sudden I was walking around with grams at a time and not touching it, because it made me nauseous, and felt horrible. My first Ibogaine experience also made me stop smoking, for six months. It wa s great."

    Upon returning to Holland from Pakistan, India and Nepal, Geerte decided to go back to school in New York. But she had six months left in Holland, and she was so happy to be clean that she didn't want to hang around Ron, who was back to being a full- blown addict. She moved from Utrecht to Amsterdam, leaving Ron. There, all the friends that she told about her experience would come over every day, or call, asking, "Where's the Ibogaine? I want to get treated."

    She'd been back a month, in March 1990, when she came into contact with Chris Schwartz again. He said Sisko had phoned and wanted to treat this guy Nico, who had founded the junkiebond in Rotterdam more than a decade earlier. Geerte realized this me ant the international coalition was going to continue doing treatments in Holland. Right away Geerte flashed on the idea of setting up her own addict self-help group to talk to people who were going to be treated, to prepare them. Then they could meet aft erwards to do follow-up, and write up reports.

    Chris introduced her to Simon and Reinhardt, who taught her how to work the Hi-Res squat computer. She started with all the information about Ron's and her treatments. She designed questionaires. She did research with Simon about how to get their own supply of Ibogaine. The pharmaceutical companies told them they couldn't give any to people who were not scientific researchers.

    Simon, who was English, had contacts in Cambridge with friends who had a laboratory there who said they could produce Ibogaine HCl. As they negotiated, the deal went sour because the Cambridge chemists refused to provide a sample. They just wanted to send the whole shipment, and they wanted cash--about $100 a gram.The squatters were willing to do benefits to raise the money, but at the same time they didn't want the media to catch on.
    Then all of a sudden Chris, Simon and Reinhard decided to write a big article for the major newpapers, to tell them about the existence of Ibogaine.

    It was May. Nico had been been treated by a team including Geerte. Sisko stuck around a little bit and then he left us 9 or 10 doses of ibogaine to set up a group to start treating Dutch addicts. The first to be treated was Nico's girlfriend, Josien. She was a total heroin prostitute and looked like a holocaust surviver. The only thing she would do is smoke heroin--smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke...and be a prostitute to get the money.
    Within a week she was like a new person. She bought a mountain bike and started working out, got totally into vegetarian food... in 3 months she became this big, fat momma. Nico, Josien, and Geerte sat down, read everything on Ibogaine, the whole Afr ican ritual, and figured out how to involve the ritual in treating the next group, Geerte's friends from Utrecht:

    "We'd have the person come over the night before his treatment and introduce ourselves as momma and poppa Iboga, because the addict is the child going through re-birth. We would tell them about the African ritual the night before the treatment so tha t they'd totally know what they were going to face. We'd tell them the Africans use it basically to guide people into adulthood so they become more responsible people, and that's what we'd be doing. Making a person more responsible in life, so that he'd have control over drugs instead of drugs over the person.

    "If the person was a shooter, we would let him or her take their last shot, then let her or him destroy their syringe, symbolizing the destruction of their addiction. The same went for smokers and snorters--use up their last dose, then destroy the par aphernalia."
    "Each treament was a full moon and sun cycle. We had a room with two doors, which was perfect. We'd move someone in through a door with a moon painted on it, into the room where they would have the experience, and then after treatment guide them out t he doorway decorated with a Sun.

    "We'd treat the person with much love and care. Momma and Papa Iboga would keep checking up on the person. All the treatments, about 10 in a row during June, July and August of 1990, worked out fine. They were all my circle of friends, because I t hought if they were all going to go home alone, and they didn't know each other, then they wouldn't have any help or recognition from each other. Before they were treated, I visited them at least five times, to prepare them mentally as best I could. I made all these trips to Utrecht.

    "Finally, I would introduce them to Nico and Josien, and we would do the treatments at Nico and Josien's house in Rotterdam, which was good because it was another city, and they couldn't just run out to buy heroin. But if people did want to go cop a fter the treatment, we'd first talk about if that was what they really wanted. If so, we'd help them cop.

    "We weren't anti-dope, just anti-addiction. We were pro-choice. It was perfectly set up, and all these people from the same generation just clicked. We all used to be members of the revolution but weren't any more. We were all idealists who had falle n into cynicism, and related in a similar way."

    Geerte kept going back to Amsterdam after each treatment to put it on the computer. She wrote up each treatment from minute to minute, from intake to after-treatment. "During each treatment we took notes: 9:00 AM--person takes this much Ibogaine. 9 :15 AM-- person vomits up a little Ibogaine. You could read exactly how the treatment would take place, what we said to the person, etc."

    But then, after 8 more treatments, Hi-Res--Simon, Chris and Reinhardt--all wanted to go public. Geerte, Nico, Josien objected strenuously. They were afraid publicity would cause the Dutch government to make Ibogaine illegal. What if health authoriti es broke in the midst of a treatment? Geerte said: "First we've got to treat 50 people and get all the data so we can throw out some numbers."

    Geerte, Nico and Josien wanted it kept underground; Hi-Res wanted it in the news. So Geerte erased all the data from their computer, took all the information she had laying around, and moved out of the squat.
    When she came back to pick up more stuff, Simon told her he had a back-up of all her data on the hard disk, and he was going ahead and making it into an article for the newspapers. Geerte shot back: "You never used heroin. You never used Ibogaine. N ow you want to treat people and tell the newspapers what it's like? This is insane!"

    The Hi-Res report, consisting of the information on the hard disk, was released to the newspapers. But most of the newspaper people said, if this was really happening, we would hear from the drug re-habs, we would hear from Erasmus University. We wou ldn't hear it from some people who aren't even junkies, who haven't even experienced Ibogaine themselves.

    Chris, Simon and Reinhardt continued to do radio programs about Ibogaine, but the report was premature. It passed around the squats without igniting any kind of serious movement. Geerte, Nico and Josien decided to cut Hi-Res off from all subsequent t reatments. This was in June, when they had done about 6 treatments.
    After 8 treatments, Geerte and a friend in Utrecht were seriously talking of an Ibogaine support group. One day Nico's boss, Charlie Kaplan, walked in to Nico's house and suggested that everyone who had tried ibogaine should start a focus group and g et a doctor involved. Soon they were meeting once a week as a focus group, being examined by a doctor, sitting down and talking about their Ibogaine treatment and the aftereffects.
    At this point Nico and Josien were totally clean and happy, and so were the others. Some had used heroin in the first weeks after the treatment but didn't become re-addicted. Geerte's treatment was already more than 6 months old, and Ron had found out she'd done heroin here and there, without becoming re-addicted. Yet via the focus group, Geerte found out something very important--

    "I kept having contacts with my friends all through the months after my treatment and they basically all slowly but surely fell back into their addiction. The people who were dealing the heroin were very powerful, socially. They had friends in the foc us group going back ten, fifteen years--they went all the way back to hippie times together. They had been through all kinds of shit and they had this intense bond.

    "The leader of this group was a heroin dealer, and in a way I was fucking with him by treating all his customers. I tried to stay friends so I wouldn't have a war with him. He himself wasn't healthy enough for a treatment--only had half his lungs lef t, from TB. Like most people in his scene he used to be an anti-heroin acidhead and pot-smoker.

    " In the end he won. After the Ibogaine people discovered they were alone, and the one thing they had in common was that every day, they used to sit at this guy's table and get together--and that contact would happen through smack, (which was his mon ey). In the end they all fell back to maintain their social contact, and because the Ibogaine effect was wearing off."

    The problem was that after treating people who lived in Rotterdam, Utrecht and Amsterdam, Geerte would have to take several train trips just to get the focus group together to talk. Some didn't even have phones. When she finally lost the war with the smack dealer, she realized it couldn't just be her, Nico and Josien doing the treatments. It had to be on the clinical level, by re-habs who could follow through with employment, housing, support groups, everything. Or the underground movement would have to grow--which it wasn't doing because all the people who were treated just wanted to get on with their lives where they'd left off when they became addicted.

    A lot of things happened fast right after Nico got treated--the snowball effect. After Josien got treated, she, Nico and Geerte went to see Professor Dzoljic, who was the first to experiment in rats with Ibogaine and morphine self-administration. Dzo ljic was interested in the activities of the treatment group, but not involved in the actual treatments.

    Then, after Hi-Res succeeded in getting one small town newspaper to publish a story about Ibogaine, Charlie Kaplan was fired as head of the Addiction Research Center at Erasmus Universtiy. Charlie was the one who got Sisko and Nico to connect, but he never officially witnessed a treatment. However, he made the mistake in answering questions from this reporter about his involvement without proper clearance. The headline said A Cure For Addiction. But when they called Erasmus University and asked ab out one of their professors being associated with these treatments, Erasmus didn't want to be held responsible, so they dissociated themselves and fired Charlie.

    So Nico's boss was fired. It was the middle of the summer. Nico started to put all Geerte's focus group data in his personal computer. Charlie did manage to get a German scientific researcher involved, doing a project for a thesis, and because she was genuinely interested in junkies. Nico really wanted to start a whole new life--without junkies--but he didn't because his field researcher job was well-paying. Just before she left for New York, Geerte's best friend died on the operating table of dir ty needles and bad heroin. She had to take care of his wife.

    When she brought the work she'd done on the Hi-Res computer to Nico so he could enter it on the computer at Erasmus, they found they had a basic disagreement--
    "What we really have to do is sit down with the drug rehabs and tell them Ibogaine is out there," said Geerte, "so they come foreward with the interest and the money for the next treatments."

    Nico did not want the rehabs involved: "If I wanted to be treated, I'd want tobe treated in a situation like we treated out friends in--in a house, treated by ex-junkies, not by some doctor in a clinical situation."

    "I agree that should be happening," said Geerte, "but it also should behappening on a bigger level. We can't treat thousands of people. They can. We should be working on two levels instead of one."

    "I don't believe in clinical settings," Nico told her. "We should keep the ritual involved with it.."

    Geerte agreed on some level, and sought consensus-- "We could train the rehabs."

    "No." Nico insisted. "If you haven't had the Ibogaine experience, you can't know how to treat other people, becaue you don't know what they're going through. You're going to doctors with all these inputs connected to you. They're going to hook you up with all these machines, all kinds of experiments."

    Nico did two more treatments--the couple from the Rotterdam Central Station--just when Sisko was treating some one else in another part of Rotterdam, so there were three treatments going on at once, with available paraclinicians completely overstretch ed. This woman at Nico's couldn't sleep and he didn't give her any sedatives. She was up for three or four days in a row, totally psychotic. Nico went out to get a doctor on a bicycle. He didn't even have a phone. He didn't come back for a whole day, whi ch totally exasperated Sisko.
    Sisko concluded that if Nico--who was already refusing to bring in the drug re-habs, or share data on any of the Dutch treatments--wouldn't cooperate with Sisko in doing treatments, he would cut off Nico's supply of Ibogaine.

    This episode, when Geerte heard about it in New York, convinced her treatments must be done by a team, since no one person can really understand a personality. "You have to do it as a group, and not do a treatment here and there at the same time. Nico should have kept working with Sisko, but Sisko cut Nico off, and from that moment on, nothing happened, the whole year I was in New York, from Sept. '90 to June, 1991.

    "In June, 1991, I walked back into Nico's house and asked-- where's my data, where's my computer work? Turns out the guy has done hardly anything, hasn't set up the focus groups, hasn't kept up any of the people we treated. He's sitting there talking about going to big annual international conferences to talk about Ibogaine, going to Zurich, to needle park..."

    "I don't want to hang out with the junkie scene any more," Nico was saying. "I just want to treat addicts"
    "This is not the right attitude," Geerte interjected. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to work with you if you're in this state of mind." Geerte was living at Nico and Josien's house with Adam, her new boyfriend from New York. Adam was a member of the New York band Missing Foundation. As soon as they got to Holland they got to be junkies again with three weeks because the Dutch smack was so intense. Finally Geerte sat down with Nico and sighed--

    "I don't want be a junkie again, I'm sick of it." And Nico said, "I was cleaning my bookshelf and I found three doses of Ibogaine behind the books."

    "What?" asked Geerte. And Nico was introducing this guy, and saying "I want to treat this dude from the train station...," when Geerte broke in-- "You fucking asshole! Why don't you treat me? I'm the one putting all the years of work into this project , and I'm the one hooked again, and I want another treatment!"

    Adam wanted to be treated as well, so eventually Nico agreed to treat both of them. "I actually started crying right before I took the capsules because I knew..." mused Geerte. "This time, knowing I was about to go through this experience. was a pret ty heavy duty decision. The first time you don't know what's going to happen. But the second time you do--which is more difficult. This time I didn't resist the effects, and Nico really helped me. I took it and in half an hour it started working. I lay do wn on my bed and started tripping immediately. The climax is about four hours after you take it. I think I fainted in the middle of my climax. Adam was treated two days before me, and he did very well. It was July, 1991."

    The disagreement with Nico persisted. Adam and Geerte had to move into their own place in Rotterdam. They founded DASH--Dutch Addict Self-Help. Theystarted going to all the rehabs in Holland, telling them about Ibogaine. Geerte. mailed out Ibogaine pa ckets. But the reaction was pretty lame.

    Adam and Geerte got married. Their honeymoon was the Drug Policy Foundation conference in November, 1991. There they met Eric Fromberg, from the Netherlands Institute on Drug and Alcohol Abuse. They started talking Dutch. He wanted to find out more ab out Ibogaine. When Geerte and Adam went back to Holland, she looked up Fromberg.

    "You should help introduce Ibogaine to Dutch scientists, and to the rehabs," she told him.

    "I'll only do it if I see some treatments," said Fromberg.
    Geerte told Howard, "I have to do some treatments." He said, "Okay, four treatments on the way."

    While they were waiting for Howard to arrive, Geerte and Adam went to Berlin, to the European Interest Group of Drug Users, the conference of the junkie unions in Europe. It was January, 1992, and they were discussing human rights for HIV-infected add icts. Geerte and Adam went around telling all the junkiebonds ofEurope about Ibogaine, and most of them responded, "So what? We don't want to get treated. We want free heroin and methadone."

    "One of the only ones who picked up on Ibogaine," Geerte continued, "was the organizer of the conference, Herman, who was HIV positive. We wanted ibogaine to be one of their projects, but only Herman supported it, and they wouldn't elect me to anythin g. At the end of the conference, Herman publicly said he would promote Ibogaine. We came back and we thought-- 'If the junkiebonds won't do it, we'll have to work harder than ever, and DASH will be on its own!'" Geerte and Adam went ahead and turned their house into a clinic.
    "I was in the middle of an art show when the treatments took place, in early April. Things were very hectic. I had sleep spaces set up for Howard and Norma. I had three treatment rooms--rooms for doctors and everything." DASH supplied two people for t reatment, Lanna and Grinnato. Howard and Norma brought a 19 year old male crackhead who couldn't stop touching the cold sores on his face, and Carol Baker, an HIV positive woman dually-addicted to methadone and heroin.

    The treatments went off without a hitch, with Fromberg present throughout, along with two people from Dutch treatment groups and two doctors and Professor Bastiaans. This time the doctors who were there had authorizations from their respective institu tions to be there. They saw the aftereffects, that these people were actually cleaned out.122

    "Grinato was a second-timer," said Geerte. "His case was the most successful because he was very motivated. He loved his experience."

    Geerte went back to New York soon afterwards. Before she had gone to Holland, she had been forced out of Umbrella House, which she started, as a suspected junkie. The same Lower East Side anarchists who earlier engineered the big split to keep the mar ijuana movement from supporting Ibogaine even broke into Geerte's space to see if they could find bags of dope. She couldn't get her apartment back from Seth Tobocman, who held on to it as a studio while he lived in his own, rented, apartment.

    Meanwhile, in Rotterdam, Nico found out he's HIV positive, and decided to take more responsibility for the project, according to Howard and Sisko. Nico has started involving Ibogaine in his work at the University.
    The next move is for Fromberg to do treatments on 10 methadone addicts, but he has to first inform the government and get funding. Said Geerte, of the doctors who have witnessed treatments in Holland: "All three of them are scientific witnesses that i t works. That's what you need. You can't be a junkie or an ex-junkie, because people won't take you seriously. But they take doctors seriously. Now we need the money to do and track ten treatments, and fight the Dutch bureaucracy."
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    CHAPTER 12: Agent of Coincidence

    One day in late July 1990, when he was stuck somewhere with nothing to do, Dana re-read a book he remembered as having offered a glimpse of Ibogaine's proba-ble impact back in 1980-81, when the project was just starting. It was VALIS, by P.K. Dick , based on Dick's famous near death experience (NDE) in 1974, from which he woke up speaking ancientkoine Greek, understanding his own name as Horse-lover (Philip) Fat (German for Dick). Dana was looking for a passage that reads--

    "The Empire never ended," Fat quoted to himself. That one sentence appeared over and over again in his exegesis; it had become his tag line. Originally the sentence had been revealed to him in a great dream. In the dream he again was a child, searching dusty used-book stores for rare old science fiction magazines, in particular Astoundings. In the dream he had looked through countless tattered issues, stacks upon stacks, for the priceless serial entitled "The Empire Never Ended." If he could f ind it and read it he would know everything; that had been the burden of the dream.

    "Prior to that, during the interval in which he experienced the two-world superimposition, he had seen not only California, U.S.A., of the year 1974 but also ancient Rome, he had discerned within the superimposition a Gestalt shared by both space-time continua, their common element: a Black Iron Prison. This is what the dream referred to as "the Empire." He knew it because, upon seeing the Black Iron Prison, he had recognized it. Everyone dwelt in it without realizing it. The Black Iron Prison was the ir world.

    "Who had built the prison--and why--he could not say. But he could discern one good thing: the prison lay under attack. An organization of Christians, not regular Christians such as those who attended church every Sunday and prayed, but secret early Christians wearing light gray-colored robes, had started an assault on the prison, and with success. The secret, early Christians were filled with joy.

    "Fat, in his madness, understood the reason for their joy. This time the early, secret, gray-robed Christians would get the prison, rather than the other way around. The deeds of the heroes, in the sacred dream-time...the only time, according to the b ushmen, that was real.

    "Once, in a cheap science fiction novel, Fat had come across a perfect description of the Black Iron Prison but set in the far future. So if you superimposed the past (ancient Rome) over the present (California in the twentieth Century) and super-impo sed the far future world of The An-droid Cried Me a River over that, you got the Empire, the Black Iron Prison, as the supra- or trans-temporal constant. Everyone who had ever lived was literally surrounded by the iron walls of the prison; they were all i nside of it and none of them knew it--except for the gray-robed secret Christians.

    "That made the early, secret Christians supra- or trans-temporal, too, that is to say present at all times, a situation which Fat could not fathom. How could they be early but in the present and the future? And if they existed in the present, why coul dn't anyone see them? On the other hand, why couldn't anyone see the walls of the Black Iron Prison which enclosed everyone, including himself, on all sides? Why did these antithetical forces emerge into palpability only when the past, present and future somehow--for whatever reason--got superimposed?

    "Maybe in the bushman's dreamtime no time existed. But if no time existed, how could the early secret Christians be scampering away with glee from the Black Iron Prison which they hadjust succeeded in blowing up? And how could they blow it up back in Rome circa 70 C.E., since no explosives existed in those days? And how, if no time existed in the dream-time, could the pris-on come to an end? It reminded Fat of the peculiar statement in Parsifal: "You see my son, here time turns into space." During hi s religious experience in March of 1974, Fat had seen an augmentation of space: yards and yards of space, extending all the way to the stars; space opened up around him as if a confining box had been removed..."

    Now privately Howard, Boaz and Sisko would all sit around reveling in the changes Ibogaine would unleash--"the system-smash," Boaz called it--like a Big Bang without an explosion. But Philip Dick they thought of as science fiction, even though VALIS i s actually a book on gnosticism and the lost plant sacrament of the early Christians, which Dick got to know all about during the '60's while married to the daughter of Episcopal Archbishop Jame Pike's mistress. Pike--the famed companion of Martin Luther King at Selma, Alabama--perished a few years later looking for the missing sacrament in the vicinity of the Dead Sea.

    VALIS, and The Transmigration of Timothy Archer, Dick's even more autobiographical chronicle of Bishop Pike's quest and disappearance, provide a fascinating windown into mainstream--if heretical--Christian thought on plant sacraments.

    Some months previously, though, Howard had cut a deal with the Belgian pharmaceutical giant Omnichem, which manufactures Ibogaine as a by-product of the leukemia drug nicristine, and by coincidence had decided, instead of dumping it, to stockpile this 99.7% pure (semi-synthetic) Ibogaine. So Howard had cornered the world supply of Ibogaine. And Howard, Boza and Sisko, who were now in the process of reconciling--working it out so that Howard wouldn't have to sue Sisko for infringing on his patent--were uncomfortable with the part about secret early Christians, even though no less an authority than James Fernandez notes the affinity of the Bwiti mindset for Biblical-era parable and proverb.

    Moreover, what tied Bwiti specifically to Gnosticism (even ancient Gnosticism seen through the post-quantum eyes of Philip Dick) was that, as Fernandez points out: "For these Bwitists... religion was not a matter of faith... It was a very pragmatic technique for understanding, predicting and controlling--in short a science or pre-science of hidden to things. To believe in something despite lack of evidence or evidence to contrary, which is the Western religious condition, was foreign to their attitudes. Fang had alway had good evidence for their beliefs"--via ready access to plant sacrament, like the Gnostics. In VALIS, in a passaga on Gnostic sacraments, Beal found an Ibogaine parallel which was just uncanny:

    48. ON OUR NATURE. It is proper to say: we appear to be memory coils (DNA carriers capable of experience) in a computer-like thinking system which, al-though we have correctly recorded thousands of years of experiential information, and each of us po ssesses somewhat different deposits from all the other life forms, there is a malfunction--a failure--of memory retrieval. There lies the trouble in our particular subcircuit. "Salvation" through gnosis--more properly anamnesis (the loss of amnesia )--although it has individual significance for each of us--a quantum leap in perception, identity, cognition, understanding, world- and self-experience, including immortality--it has greater and further importance for the system as whole, inasmuch as thes e memories are data needed by it and valuable to it, to its overall functioning.

    Therefore it is in the process of self-repair, which includes: rebuilding our subcircuit via linear and orthogonal time changes, as well as continual signalling to us to stimulate blocked memory banks within us to fire and hence retrieve what is there.

    The external information or gnosis, then, consists of disinhibiting instructions, with the core content actually intrinsic to us--that is, already there (first observed by Plato; viz: that learning is a form of remembering).

    The ancients possessed techniques (sacraments* and rituals) used largely in the Greco-Roman mystery religions, including early Christianity, to induce firing and retrieval, mainly with a sense of its restorative value to the individuals;the Gnostics, however, correctly saw the ontological value to what they called the Godhead itself, the total entity.

    The more Dana got into it, the more he realized having VALIS** in 1980 was like being handed a roadmap to understanding gnostic substances, Ibogaine and Bwiti, back in the very beginning. But the Ibogaine story is replete with these coincidences.

    Take Howard's contact at the University of Miami, Dr. Deborah Mash, who is currently doing the first Phase I clinical (safety) trial with 10 crackheads. Howard met her at the DPF, which mostly gives Ibogaine the cold shoulder because they see it as a diversion from their mission of legalizing cocaine. (Perhaps they fear Ibogaine will prolong prohibition, by fostering the idea the War on Drugs can still be won, if only we had this magic bullet.) But Howard met Dr. Mash at the DPF annual conference. H er work showing cocaine and alcohol combine in the body to form a distinct addictive substance, coca-ethylene, was just what he needed to get his patent for the treatment of polydrug dependency (U.S. Patent #5,152,992, October 6, 1992).

    Deborah Mash happens to be married to the Chairman of the Democratic Committee of Dade County. The Florida primary was very important to Clinton, so Mash was able to arrange a meeting with Hillary. After briefing her for more than an hour on the Ibog aine Project, Mash secured her promise to do something about Ibogaine if and when the Clintons got to the White House.

    Also, the prospect of Mash's IND application for the Phase I trial being ap-proved by FDA--and Howard pulling an end-run on the MDD--has kept up the pres-sure on Vocci to move ahead, despite countervailing static in the system. After tor-pedoing the meeting between ACT UP and CASA, Herb Kleber went into overdrive behind the scenes, activating his cronies salted away in NIDA's peer review process to cut off new grants for Ibogaine in the regular extra-mural system--the mechanism outside the MDD that G lick used to fund all his research. (However--since as many animal studies came out supporting Ibogaine in 1992 as in all previous years com-bined--this was kind of like closing the barndoor after the livestock are long gone.)

    None of this became known for months. What was obvious--after Glick told the ALBANY TIMES-UNION in October of '91 that Ibogaine represented "the strang-est coalition I've ever been involved in"-- was a long dry spell in the papers: noth-ing on Iboga ine being fast-tracked, nothing on ACT UP or Dhoruba joining the fray. Press releases that went out were up against the experts, and in drug-free America, reporters take their cue from the experts. Most of them thought the Staten Island Project was a bout as likely as some Japanese cut off an Island at the end of WW II coming up on their own with the Atomic Bomb.

    But then coincidence intervened again--in the form of a disgruntled ex-Yippie, thrown out by Alice T. fourteen years ago for robbing Studio 10 blind, who, claiming to act still on behalf of Abbie Hoffman and the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS, still makes crank ca lls to 9 Bleecker every morning between 6 and 7 AM. He knows Dana can't go back to sleep. Since 1979 he's been trying to make Beal so fried he can't function. He makes obscene phone calls to the kids, sex calls to Alice, anti-Semite calls if you're Jewish , etc.

    In the last three years or so, he's escalated, putting up stickers on phones all over the city for non-existent whorehouses (Madame Alice, etc.) and sex services (gay dating club, sperm bank) so Alice would get twenty crank calls a day from aggressive weirdos. Alice is unflappable, though, so Hank the Skank escalated again. In April of '92 he put up a sticker that said, "DRUG MULES: Earn Big Bux--Call 212 677-4899," figuring he'd get Dana in trouble with his probation officer. It did cause an invest igation by Telco security. But instead of the DEA, a PHILADELPHIA INQUIRER reporter called up--Andy Maykuth from the New York bureau--and Dana said: "Oh, a sticker. It's put up by a cranker in Brooklyn who's trying to discredit what we really do, which is to work on a cure for hard drugs, an African rainforest alkaloid called Ibogaine."

    After ten minutes Maykuth agreed a crank from Brooklyn wasn't much of a story--"But maybe we can do something with the Ibogaine." Howard was in Lyden, the Netherlands, doing a series of treatments. Dr. Baastians, the Dutch psychiatrist who has to sign off with the Dutch government for each Ibogaine treatment, was too old to travel. Dr. Baastians, who pioneered treatment of concentration camp survivors with LSD, lives in Lyden. He'd just had triple-bypass heart surgery, and since he insisted on sitti ng in on the 24-hour-a-day treatments himself, the strain was so great Howard, Norma and the treatment team thought more than once they might lose him.

    But the treatments were successful, and in early May Dana brought Howard to the floor of ACT UP with one of his successes: Carol Baker, the first HIV-positive person treated with Ibogaine. She'd been dually addicted, using 80 mg. of metha-done to get through the day, and $250 worth of heroin to get through the night. As a successful real estate broker she could afford it. But she had no veins left, and she wanted to live out her life clear of the methadone fog.

    After an uneventful 22 hour treatment and a short nap, she awoke feeling like "her armor had been stripped away." She was one of the first to fly back by way of the University of Miami, where Lotsof had set up his own post-treatment evaluations with D r. Mash and Dr. Sergio Ramirez." I kicked methadone once be-fore," she told ACT UP, "and it was five months of Hell. This time I woke up, I hadn't had a fix in 24 hours, and I wasn't dopesick. It was like a miracle."

    The visualizations weren't like LSD, she said: "You see millions of visions when you close your eyes. But when you open them, you come back to where you are. You realize it was all mental." ACT UP loved it--this little woman with HIV, de-toxed with on e ibogaine treatment. Andy Maykuth of the INQUIRER, sitting in the audience, could feel it. One thing led to another, and on July 4, 1992, in Philadelphia, the INQUIRER published "It's From an African Shrub. Howard Lotsof Says it Got Him off Heroin and C ocaine: TO BATTLE ADDICTION, HE ADVOCATES USE OF A DRUG." It was the lead head-line on page one: a Declaration of Independence for Addicts.

    And best of all, when Dana appeared three days later for another adjournment on his probation violation (in Manhattan Court, not Queens), he could point to himself quoted in it: "Ibogaine kind of knocks you on your butt,which is good because you ca n't go out and get drugs. By the time the ibogaine wears off, you don't have any craving."

    "Your Honor," he said, "I just want to say that because of your ruling allow-ing me to travel and lobby the National Institute on Drug Abuse, this breakthrough treatment for addiction has been fast-tracked by the Federal government."

    Sisko and Howard, though, were disappointed the story focus was still on a small cast of Lower East Side characters--that it failed to tell how in the past 18 months support for Ibogaine had metastasized beyond its countercultural roots. ACT UP was me ntioned way down in the text. Nothing on Dhoruba or Black community support. So while everyone else was in Holland for the AIDS Confer-ence, Dana put together an Ibogaine workbook with ACT UP's xerox document-maker. It had all the available animal studies , the patents, the human anecdotal stuff, ACT UP correspondence with the government, with a couple introductory articles up front. Beal began sending the book plus the 60 minute augmented Nico tape out to every science writer, every drug reporter, every A IDS writer at every newspaper in the country.

    He could add or subtract documents at will with the xerox, so for the August 4th Harlem Hospital gig, he added the African anthropological data, plus 20th Century documents relevant to the genesis of the Project, like the 1955 Harris Isbell letter, s elections of VALIS and the original Black Panther "Capitalism Plus Dope Equals Genocide."

    He was rushing to finish before his trial date of August 7. But then another Ibogaine coincidence intervened. Out in Sonoma, California, Dennis' friend Brownie Mary Rathbun was busted blending 2 pounds of marijuana in brownies for AIDS patients. Aft er Brownie Mary hit CNN, Dana knew that in a few months, the publicity from her case would turn the country around on medical marijuana. He got another affadavit from Kunstler asking for a long adjournment. The Judge gave him until October 1st. He spent the next day waiting for Dennis and Brownie Mary to fly in for the Maury Povitch show, serenely cleaning up pages of the workbook on the xerox.

    A few weeks later he added a section on waking REM, when David Goldstein turned up a new paper by H. Deportere,"Neocortical Rhythmic Slow Activity During Wakefulness and Paradoxical Sleep in Rats." Deportere indicated Ibogaine tremor and behav ioral immobility were clearly a function of stimulation of acetyl-choline pathways--the ones active during sleep and REM (i.e, the Rapid Eye Movement during dreams). Dana threw in an article he'd been saving since Janu-ary from the NEW YORK TIMES scie nce section on dreaming, which contained a paragraph that reminded him of all the accounts of Howard, Nico, etc., of the sensa-tion of travelling at tremendous speeds through space, or down a tunnel, whichsaid:

    Another nerve cell circuit connects to the place in the brainstem where movements like walking or running are triggered... When a group of cells in this region are triggered by an as-yet undetermined chemical signal...the stimulation helps bring on the muscle paralysis typical of REM sleep. At the same time glutamate, a brain chemical that excites neurons, is active. This might explain a paradox of REM sleep...that the eyeballs move and the body twitches even though the dreamer cannot move his slee ping body...

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    Because the gait center of the brainstem is activated in REM sleep, Dr Hobson said, "You are rarely stationary in a dream. You run, walk, skip, drive, fly; you are almost always moving forward." ("Scientists Unravelling C hemistry of Dreams," by Sandra Blakeslee)

    During the ten treatments she did, Geerte says the muscles and eyeballs twitched like that during the entire visualization phase and even the beginning of the next phase, the one Sisko says gave him access to his "hereditary archive"--the ancestors. Ho wever, since Deportere indicated an EEG signature of true REM activ-ity was absent on Ibogaine, Dana modified the characterization of the visualization phase to "REM-like."

    In late August the Queens Judge dropped a bombshell, ruling out a defense of medical necessity--because marijuana only relieves the symptoms of AIDS. Every-one began to assume Dana would be in prison, out of the game for a couple years. And Carlo wa s so intimidated by the opposition in the bureaucracy that he didn't even want to talk about it on the phone.

    Dana sent him the revised work-book. He told him Clinton was going to win the election for sure, and that Mash had already talked to Hillary. And then he pointed Carlo to a passage in the Ibogaine book from VALIS, from the Book of Daniel, which Ph ilip Dick believed refered to Nixon, but due to the vagaries of the xerox had come out across from J. Edgar Hoover's memo (See composite on the facing page.) on stopping the rise of a Black Messiah:
    "In the last days of those kingdoms, When their sin is at its height, A king shall appear, harsh and grim, a master of stratagem. His power shall be great, he shall work havoc untold; He shall work havoc on great nations and upon a holy people. His mind shall be ever active, And he shall succeed in his crafty designs; He shall conjure up great plans. And, when they least expect it, work havoc on many. He shall challenge even the Prince of Princes. And be broken, but not by human hands." "Look at the last line," Dana told him. "What do you mean, not by human hands?" asked Carlo. "Ibogaine, of course... Bwiti, as it were. See--the police state of Nixon and Hoover left us has never been overthrown. But we believe so many changes are going to flow from Ibogaine that in four years, the opposition won't have a niche to come bac k to. Just relax, and let the Ibogaine do its thing." But Carlo was still apprehensive. And the minute he left Baltimore to come up for his radio-medicine board Sept 14th, calls started coming in to his bosses at the ARC from Herb Kleber: "What is Contoreggi up to? Who's he seeing in New York?" Kleber clearly didn't want Contoreggi getting together with ACT UP. CASA had good intelligence on ACT UP. Richard Elovitch had left the organization to advise the American Medical Foundation for AIDS Research (AMFAR) from a new position at GMHC (Gay Mens' Health Crisis), miffed that his seminars with 12-step experts from Columbia's Substance Abuse Division were no longer getting alot of play on the floor. But he still had eyes and ears in ACT UP. Both he and Kleber had a lot to lose if an acknowle dged clean needle expert came in and validated Ibogaine, providing the critical mass to push ACT UP into some kind of mass action. Carlo also had no authorization from Grudzinskas to address ACT UP, and feared doing so as a private citizen might endanger his new position "in the loop.' On Sunday night he talked to a reporter who'd just interviewed Kleber extensively, preparing a piece on Ibogaine, and what he heard freaked him out so much that Monday morning Carlo cancelled his scheduled appearance at the ACT UP Monday night meeting. Dana was able to get an instant vote to zap CASA based on Kleber's interference. But a seed of do ubt had been planted in ACT UP, and the zap was very small. Howard, Boaz and Carlo were all a-dither over a new finding by a researcher at the ARC named Molliver. Molliver had discovered some brain toxicity in rats at 100 mg/kg (injected intraperitoneally, which is twice as toxic as giving it orally, making i t equivalent to 11 times Lotsof's therapeutic dose). Howard was convinced this was a manuever to slow down Deborah Mash's IND at the FDA, so MDD could get their IND approved first--when they were good and ready. But Contoreggi was more excited scienti fically--because such selective toxicity is often a good clue to where a receptor site is. Here was possible evidence of the elusive Ibogaine receptor site, in a part of the brain considered unrelated to the dopamine "pleasure pathway"--all the way back, in the cerebellum. Instead of appearing at the ACT UP meeting, however, that morning Contoreggi went up to Kleber's 168th St. offices at Columbia's Substance Abuse Division to talk to a lower eschelon person who was his contact there. He was somewhat relieved after tha t meeting. But Dana had also leveled with him about the degree to which he was a pot activist, and Carlo was wary of even talking. He had the Ibogaine workbook, though, with the articles on REM. On October 1st, the judge in Queens demanded that Beal produce his lawyer for trial October 9th. No more affadavits. Bill's helpers prepared a massive Clayton motion--essentially a motion "in the higher interest of justice"--that the need of soci-ety as a whole for Dana's Ibogaine work should be balanced with the good he was doing getting medical-grade instead of moldy marijuana to PWAs, and the charges be dismissed. The Clayton, thick as a book, was delivered October 8th. To rule, the judge had to read the appendix, which contained the entire ACT UP workbook, dense with impenetrable rat studies. She didn't want to do that, so on October 9th, she pressured the prosecution to offer a 60-day plea bargain. Dana didn't lik e the compromise, but relented when the judge agreed her earlier ruling against medical necessity pot defenses would not constitute a precedent in other AIDSs cases --in effect nullifying her earlier decision. Bill assured him it would play in the med ia as a victory, a judgement that was borne out when the DAILY NEWS ran an article the next week reporting a big win for medical marijuana for people with AIDS. It even mentioned his Ibogaine work, and the November 20 sentencing date gave him time to do a presentation at the annual DPF Conference. It also gave him time to go to the September 22nd protest by ACT UP, the Green Panthers and NORML at the Dept. of Health and Human Services, against the cut-off of medical marijuana to people with AIDS. Naturally D.C. ACT UP flew Brownie Mary and De nnis Peron in for the event. HHS is just 2 blocks from Tim Westmoreland's office, so that Dana was able to set up a last-minute meeting with Tim, Dennis and Brownie Mary which explored giving states local option on medical marijuana. The HHS zap dominate d D.C. airwaves, and in the superheated pre-election atmosphere, reverberated across the country.. Best of all, after five weeks, Carlo called Beal rather than the other way around. His confidence was waxing as the election neared, and he seemed to feel ACT UP connections might be useful under the new regime. Dana told him that with funding until 1996, Califano and Kleber seemed to have designed CASA to sit out the next four years on the outside, looking in. But then another Ibogaine coincidence took over. All the books and tapes Beal had been sending out bore fruit in the best article yet, in the Science Section of the BOSTON GLOBE. The reporter, Deborah Kong, actually read all the rat studies, so she sp otted the efficacy. She didn't feel it necessary to "balance" the article with comments from skeptics too lazy to look at the data. A short version was reprinted all over the U.S. And at NEW YORK NEWSDAY, where Spencer Rumsey had been blocked by higher ups from getting an article published for three years, the GLOBE piece became ammunition to guilt-trip his editors: "You guys let me get scooped again!" On November 19th, the Queens judge picked up her NEWSDAY and found a massive, four page feature on Ibogaine, which mentioned AIDS, ACT UP and the Black Panthers, even though interviews with Dana and Dhoruba had been cut due to space considerations. Th e next day Bill Kunstler walked into court with Dana and asked that the 60 day sentence be changed to some kind of community service. And when Bill got to the part about the NEWSDAY article, Judge Corrado said: "I read my NEWSDAY yesterday, Mr. Kunstler. " She wanted to change the jail time to com-munity service on the spot, pending a letter from ACT UP Housing Works, the largest provider of housing for PWA's in New York. Dana was out--at least until the DA in the case pressured Judge Corrado to change her mind, In December he talked to Carlo again. Carlo was very excited. The receptor site in the cerebellum tied it all together-- Ibogaine tremor, behavioral immobili ty, acetylcholine pathways, visualizations, everything. The cerebellum governs input from the muscles, joints and tendons; it regulates balance. It lets you know where you're located in space, and what your body's position is in it. It's where you lear n to walk when you're one year old. An Ibogaine receptor in the cere-bellum means that true addiction involves the same kind of deep conditioning of the cerebellum as learning to walk. Addiction doesn't even happen at the so-called common narcotic recept or, where dopamine acts, butthrough the pleasure pathways, in the cerebellum. Addiction involves the same circuits as learning to walk. And just like walk-ing, once you learn how to shortcircuit the conscious brain--once you're addicted--you do it without thinking about it. The addict's feet literally walk him down to the dope spot on their own. But that means there's no "magic bullet" for addiction without going into the cerebellum. Carol Baker said that once the craving for heroin used to lock in, she could never just break out of the routine of going to cop and walk away. After Ibogaine she was always able to divert herself into doing something else--cleaning up, watching television, anything as long as it wasn't going to cop. There's no cerebellar action without the tremor or visualizations, either. The acetylcholine pathways involved in REM, in dreaming--as the SCIENCE TIMES said ---key right into the location in the brain for walking, running, moving, and that's the cere bellum. Ibogaine works through the acetylcholine pathways, therefore there can be no interrupter effect without behavioral immobility and tremor, both effects of acetylcholine. Dana and Carlo each had pre-release copies of a monograph by Robert Goutarel, the father of modern Ibogaine research, and Carlo refered to a passage at the end: "Barrass, B.C. and Coult (1972) demonstrated that ibogaine inhibits the oxidation of 121serotonin by a monoamine oxidase (MAO), ceruloplasmin, and catalyzes the oxidation of catecholamines by the same substrate. "Indeed, Ibogaine is a potent serotoninergic that has the ability to reduce the level of cerebral catecholamines. This decrease in the level of catecholamines, dopamine in particular, explains the results described recently on the blockade of the stimulation of mesolimbic and striatal dopamine induced by morphine or cocaine. The decrease in the level of catecholamines and the joint increase in the cerebral serotonin level result in a suppression of REM sleep and the appearance of hallucinatory phenomena (C. Debru, 1990). "LSD, like Ibogaine, is a potent serotoninergic that inhibits the oxidation of serotonin and catalyzes the oxidation of catecholamines by MAO. "However, there is an enormous difference between these two alkaloids: LSD is active at doses of less than a milligram. Its activity is difficult to control and the hallucinatory phenomena produced belong to a high and angelic domain of esthetic sensa tions, whereas Ibogaine is hallucino-genic only at does in excess of 100 mg, and the domain of the oneirophrenic substance is that of the subterranean world of Freud, of animal impulse and of regression. "Let us note that serotonin is the neurotransmitter of the cerebral parasympathetic system, catecholamines being neurotransmitters in the cerebral orthosympathetic system, and that the negative chronotropic and inotropic effects as well as the arousal -producing action of Ibogaine are nullified by atropine, an acetylcholine antagonist, acetylcholine being the neurotransmitter of the autonomic nervous system. "The long waking dream period that follows the absorption of iboga or ibogaine at a subtoxic dose (or oneirophrenic dose according to Naranjo) appears to be responsible for a temporary destructuring of the ego, followed by its restructuring. "This hypothesis is consistent with the observations made by the ethnologists in their studies of the Mitsogho Bwiti, and may be compared to the hypotheses of Michel Jouvet and Sir Francis Crick (C. Debru, 1990) on the role of dreams in the programing and deprograming of basic behavior patterns, resulting in a new individuation of the human brain. "Normally, the stages of wakefulness of the human brain are: waking, NREM (slow wave or deep) sleep, PGO (pontogeniculo-occipital) waves, and REM (rapid eye movement or paradoxical) sleep. REM sleep is the period of dreams. "Michel Jouvet and Sir Francis Crick consider PGO waves to be the principal coding tool that acts at the cortical level in recording the genetic and epigenetic acquisitions necessary for the individuation of the human brain. "In addition, through random activation mechanisms, the PGO waves eliminate from certain types of neuronal networks an informational overload linked to pathological behavior. This is what C. Debru calls "cleaning out the neuronal circuitry." "REM sleep apparently undertakes a sorting out process among the "residues" stirred up by the PGO wave sleep pattern and disposes of these residues during dreaming. "Michel Jouvet (letter of November 7, 1990) wrote: "The oneiric effects observed in humans and which are produced by hallucinogens do not enable us to approach the dream mechanism directly, because it does appear that these two phenomena cannot be link ed together as one. "We know, however, that the principal difference between dreams and hallucinations resides in the way in which the stages of wakefulness are organized, with the suppression of REM sleep and the intrusion of PGO waves in the arousal (waking) stage and i n NREM (or slow) sleep. "The new organization becomes: waking (arousal) stage, stage of PGO waves, hallucination stage, sleep stage, and it appears possible that hallucinatory manifestations, the waking dream, eliminate "residues" stirred up by the PGO wa ve pattern in the absence of REM sleep."--(Pharmacodynamics and Therapeutic Applications of Iboga and IbogaineRobert Goutarel, with Otto Gollnhofer and Roger Sillans, French National Scientific Research Center) "You were right," exulted Carlo. "Ibogaine is fundamentally different from the 'clear' psychedelics. And Howard is right in that there's no way to duplicate the Ibogaine effect without the visualizations! It is a waking dream--but REM-like, not tr ue REM." What it is exactly is explained in Goutarel's next lines:
    "Near Death Experiences "According to the Mitsogho, the initiate will see the Bwiti only twice in his life: on the day of his initiation and on the day of his death. "This means that the visions at the approach of death, what are called near death experiences (NDE), are the same as those termed normative visions. "We know that at the time of dying, some individuals see their whole life pass before them. In those who are "rescued from death," a spectacular transformation is observed. They no longer fear death, they feel stronger, more optimistic, calmer, and con template their life more positively." The brain is capable of generating another state, which the conscious mind recognizes as "dreamlike." Normally the waking mind has only indirect access to the activities of the acetylcholine pathways. Normally the activity of the sleeping brain only se eps into consciousness slowly--during the few minutes of REM we get every night. But a real emergency can trigger a survival reflex, the NDE, which gets both halves of the brain up and functioning stereoscopically, at the same time. The serotoninergic pathways, organized as the ego, get direct access to all the disorganized acti vity of the cholinergic pathways, which are perceived as "five or six television programs going at once." Ibogaine triggers the NDE reflex. The "splitting of the skull," which releases the visions, is the same as the jerk you sometimes feel just as you're falling asleep, greatly amplified because your serotonin and acetylcholine are pumping at the same ti me, and your DA is way down, which normally doesn't happen. But in the NDE, the conscious mind gets access to PGO wave material: direct genetic instructions from the non-nucleated genetic material in all of your cells. These are the genes that are passed on directly from your mother; they don't lose anything from generation to generation, unless a cosmic ray hits them. You get nothing from your father but nucleated genes passed on through the sperm, which is the ge netic equivalent of an earth satellite. The egg by comparison is a minature planet. Primitive cells that replicate by division, like amoebas, pass all their memory along through these non-nucleated genes. But about a billion years ago some cells invented sex, swapping of genetic instuctions contained in the nucleus via mitosis. Much more complex organisms became possible, but to maintain access to cellular memory, through the acetylcholine pathways, they had to sleep . All the activity of the sleeping mind is summarized several times a night in the REM phase, which when you remember your dreams, makes a "report" from the unconscious to the conscious mind. Sleep doesn't just raise cellular memories to consciousness, though; every night your mind makes a "back-up" of the day's memories all the way down in the non-nucleated genetic material of the cells. Since these little packets of information don't de grade much from generation to generation, you have ancestral memories going back a quarter of a million years. But always through the mother, which is why Fred, on Ibogaine, experienced the concentration camps through the eyes of his mother and not his fa ther. The thing is that these cellular memories might have in them the informa-tion you need to survive in a real emegency, when you have no chance to sleep until the answer just comes to you, in a dream. There's a lot of situations, a lot of scenarios in a quarter million years. So before there was language, before there was writing, we developed the NDE, this trick reflex that allows the conscious mind to access PGO wave activity directly. Ibogaine triggers the NDE reflex chemically, without having to be near death. Ibogaine turns the serotoninergic and cholinergic pathways into a super-augmented, "sterescopic" entity, capable of scanning ancestral memory in the nonnucleated genetic material of your cells: the ancestors.
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    CHAPTER 13: Bwiti

    The first time he could sit down with Dhoruba after he came back from Ghana, Dana told him that before, he hadn't wanted to tell him what to do--but that coming back was the right decision. And he had him read the following passage, and Dhoruba starte d as soon as he read the first sentence, as if he'd been thinking exactly along these lines. It read, in part:


    "The goal of your lives has been reached. I am here to tell you this. Do not fear...

    "A time of trial and delusion and wailing lies ahead because the grim king, the king of tears, will not surrender his power. But you will take his power from him; I grant you that authority in my name, exactly as I granted it to you once before, whe n the grim king ruled and destroyed and challenged the humble people of the world.

    "The battle which you fought before has not ended, although the day of the healing sun has come. Evil does not die of its own self because it imagines that it speaks for god. Many claim to speak for god, but there is only one god and that god is man himself.

    "Therefore only those leaders who protect and shelter will live; the others will die. The oppression lifted four years ago, * and it will for a little while return. Be patient during this time; it will be a time of trials for you, but I will be wit h you, and when the time of trials is over I shall sit down on the judgement seat, and some will fall and some will not fall, according to my will, my will that comes to me from the father, back to whom we all go, all of us together.

    "I am not a god; I am human. I am a child, the child of my father, which is Wisdom Him-self. You carry in you now the voice and authority of Wisdom; you are, therefore, Wisdom, even when you forget it. You will not forget it for long, I will be ther e and I will remind you.

    "The day of Wisdom and the rule of Wisdom has come. The day of power, which is the enemy of Wisdom, ends. Power and Wisdom are the two principles in the world. Power has had its rule and now it goes into the darkness from which it came, and Wisdom a lone rules.

    "Those who obey power will succumb as power succumbs."Those who love Wisdom and follow her will thrive under the sun. Remember, I will be with you, I will be in each of you from now on. I will accompany you down into the prison of necessary; I will speak in the courts of law to defend you; my voice will be heard in the land, whatever the oppression.

    "Do not fear; speak out and Wisdom will guide you. Fall silent out of fear and Wisdom will depart you. But you will not feel fear because Wisdom herself is in you, and you and she are one."Formerly you were alone within yourselves; formerly you were solitary men. Now you have a companion who never sickens or fails or dies; you are bonded to the eternal and will shine like the healing sun itself." (VALIS, Philip Dick)

    There's more, but after that Dhoruba talked with Dana about how in the African tradition, the NDE is considered a medical fact. And then Dana said: "You know, my orientation is primarily scientific. For the first 8 years of the project I wouldn't go al l the way for Ibogaine--make it my main public focus--until I was convinced in 1989, by the evidence. We've only treated a handful of people, but already the world is being changed through them. Maybe there is some kind of force working through Iboga ine.

    "Something is happening. Remember, Bush is Nixon--the forces he represents killed off all the potential Black leaders once before. But God is not mocked. When He's fixing to send a Messiah, He cannot be thwarted. He can send one who can't be killed, and can't be stopped.

    "Because of AIDS, the System is going to have to use Ibogaine. And then Bwiti will be alive in thousands of junkies and crack-heads, and they will be tranformed into the force that overthrows the Oppressors. What I'm trying to say is, win yo ur case, but husband your resources. Neither one of us has to die. The fix is in. Cosmically."

    About a year earlier, Dana was supposed to meet Howard and Norma at Flo Kennedy's 75th birthday party. It was a cold night; they never made it in from Staten Island. But there at the party were Charles Rangel and New York Attorney General Bob Abrams, whose wife Diane is one of Flo's best friends. Beal gave everyone Ibogaine stuff, and renewed his acquaintance with Flo, who he hadn't seen much since the '70's. He also met Flo's friend Lillian Smith, a producer for Phil Donohue. For about 4 months he tr ied to get a show on Donohue about the needle exchange controversy in Boston, with Jon Parker and Ellis-Hagler, but it didn't happen. He got to know who to call at the show, though.

    Howard and Norma wound up meeting Flo Kennedy at a later date, and Flo really hit it off with Norma. Flo Kennedy became a big Ibogaine supporter. She was Billie Holliday's lawyer for her smack busts; today Flo's the executor for the estates of Billie Holliday and jazz junkie great Charles "Bird" Parker. She also became a big Dhoruba supporter--liked his feminist politics--and threw a party for him when he got back from Ghana. The minute Dana got back from the April 10th meeting with Ingrid Kolb, he go t Flo to write up a note to Diane and Bob, about how effective Dhoruba had been as a negotiator, and how important he was to the Ibogaine project. Then he dropped the note and a copy of the Ibogaine tape off at the Abrams' house on East 86th.

    The morning after the rioting began in Los Angeles, he called Flo and said, "You ought to call your friend Lillian, and see if you can get Dhoruba on Donohue."Flo never makes phonecalls, but she told him to leave a message on Lillian's tape, saying Flo recommends Dhoruba. He did that, and then he left a message on Dhoru-ba's tape saying Donohue's producers might call, but that he should call them. With-in hours, Dhoruba was on Donohue with Sister Souljah. Overnight, he was a super-star, the most articu late Black radical since Malcolm.

    In the selections for the Ibogaine workbook prepared for the Harlem Hospital workshop August 4th, Dana included 3 articles on Bwiti--plus the interview of a European after meeting Bwiti, Nico. The thing is, Bwiti cosmogony is not written down except by Europeans. (Why write down your religion, when you can put in a direct call to God any time you require clarification?) But Barabe summarized it:

    "Mebeghe is the name of the divinity in the Fangs (a tribe), a supreme being without mother or father or spouse. It engenders the three divinities by bursting the divine primodial egg.

    "Nzame-Mebeghe, God, is born with his brother and sister but remains pure."Nyingone-Mebeeghe, "sister of God,

    " the female principle of the universe, goddess of fertility and of the night. At the instigation of Evus, she committed Nsem, incest, with None. As punishment, she must carry the earth on her head.

    "None-Mebeghe, the third individual in the divinity, the male principle, has committed Nsem.

    "Ekuran has issued forth from the placenta and the umbilicle body of the divine egg. It possesses thunder and makes order reign."Evus, the twin brother of Ekurana, has been punished with a thunderclap on orders from Nzame. He is the tempter and in itiator of Nsem.

    "All these divinities are represented in the temple, the place of night-time ceremonies, the place for celebrations on the occasion of feasts and initiations (involving consumption of massive quantities of iboga root, often at puberty), the place for funeral dances on the death of a person of standing. The temple may also serve as a meeting room, as a courthouse or a guard house. It is called Mbandja"--("The Religion of Eboga or the Bwiti of the Fangs," by P. Barabe, May/June 1982)

    Note the sexual conservatism: Bwiti is a safe sex-oriented, matriarchal religion, reacting off of a tremendous gonorrhea epidemic at the turn of the Century. The Catholic colonial authorities were prone to harassing Bwiti, so it had a unifying ef fect during the Gabonese drive for independence.

    The important part of the initiation is meeting the ancestors, which every one has stored hologramatically in their memory, on the cellular level. Collectively, they are Bwiti. During initiation, the neophyte often meets a guide such as a trusted pa rent, who accompanies him through the visions. Or if there's a special message for them, a certain number meet the Bwiti, the personification of the ancestors who Evans Shultes described as "the universal African Ancestor."

    Dana decided selections of VALIS had to go in side-by-side with the Nico interview--both because they contain a number of notes which explain the signifi-cance of what's happening to Nico, and because of striking resemblances between the Bwiti materia ls and the Egyptian Gnosticism of the Nag Hammadi Scrolls which Dick locates at the root of all 3 Monotheisms-- "47. TWO SOURCE COSMOGONY: The One was and was-not, combined, and decided to separate the was-not from the was. So it generated a diploid sac which contained like an eggshell, a pair of twins, each an androgyny, spinning in opposite directions (the YlN & the YANG of Taoism, with the one as the TAO). The plan of the One was that both twins would emerge into being (wasness) sim ultaneously; however, motivated by a desire to be (which the One had implanted in both twins), the counterclockwise twin broke though the sac and separated prematurely; i.e, before fullterm. This was the dark or YIN twin There- fore it was defective. A t full term the wiser twin emerged. Each twin formed a unitary entel- echy, a single living organism made of psyche and soma, still rotating in opposite direc- tions to each other. The fullterm twin, called FORM I by Parmenides, advanced correctly throug h its growth stages, but the pre-maturely born twin, called FORM II, languished.

    The next step in the One's plan was that the Two would become the Many, through their dialectical interaction. From them as hyper-universes they projected a hologram-like interface, which is the pluriform universe we creatures inhabit....

    "49. Two realms there are, upper and lower. The upper, derived from hyper-universe I or Yang, FORM I of Parmenides, is sentient and volitional. The lower realm or Yin, FORM II of Parmenides, is mechanical, driven by blind, efficient cause, deter ministic and without intelligence, since it emanates from a dead source. In ancient times it was termed "astral determinism." We are trapped, by and large, in the lower realm, but are through the sacraments, by means of the plasmate, extricated. Until a stral determinism is broken, we are not even aware of it, so occluded are we...

    "The name of the healthy twin, hyper-universe I, is NOMMO. The name of the sick twin, hyper-universe II, is YORUGA. Their names are known to the Dogon people of Western Sudan in Africa. "50.. The primordial source of all our religions lies with the ancestors of the Dogon tribe..."

    The ancestral home of the Fang, before they were pushed south and west to the rainforests of Gabon by the Fulani expansion, was the Savannah of Western Sudan. And according to Fernandez, the destination at the end of the visions for many initiates is a grassy upland resembling nothing so much as the Fang ancestral homeland. There the initiate may find a huge village of the Ancestors, or the clear glass house of their particular guardian angel, or of Bwiti.

    The other members of the Project weren't sure the VALIS stuff belonged in an Ibogaine workbook at all, but Beal kept it in subsequent xeroxes, if only so that readers could see the Bwiti elements in the religion of their childhood. Besides, maybe the other predictions would pan out--like Clinton winning the election: "The grim king, the king of tears, will not surrender his power. But you will take his power from him; I grant you that authority in my name, exactly as I granted it to you once b efore, when the grim kingruled and destroyed and challenged the humble people of the world."

    Would the Grim King, Bush, join Nixon wandering along the beach, wondering what hit him? Destroyed, like Nixon, by an information shock wave? It was important to Deborah Mash.

    On November 4 Bush lost the election, shot down like Nixon, according to most pundits, ("...exactly as I granted it to you once before, when the grim king ruled...") by the last minute disclosures of Special Contragate Prosecutor Lawrence Wa lsh. Bush knew --and most people knew it, but they had forgotten. Walsh reminded them.

    Harris Isbell and the other CIA-era researchers considered Ibogaine and the other indole-alkalamines to be "psychotomimetic." In other words, if Nico thinks he met the Supreme Being, Nico is crazy. But Philip Dick says there are two ways to tell a ge nuine theophany from mere delusion. One sign is sudden healing ("It was like a miracle," said Carol Baker). But second, if you are imparted with information which turns out to be true, and which you had no way of knowing, then perhaps the reve lation is genuine. During initiations, Bwiti routinely see future events-- from Fernandez's informant in Chapter 18 seeing his brother lying dead along the road three weeks later, to Geerte's boyfriend Adam seeing his friend nodding off and falling out o f a 14th story window, exactly as it happened months later.

    In the NDE, in the dreamtime, the shock of future events is sometimes sharp enough for you to get a preview. Time is not as we ordinarily perceive it. Howard Lotsof crossing the street on Ibogaine turned around and saw seven after-images of himself cr ossing the street behind him. The actual, secret sacrament of Gnosticism-- which the wine and the wafer only represent , according to Dick--confers upon the initiate this same augmented perception of time. But the secret is encrypted in the myth of the cup which caught Christ's blood--the Holy Grail--which Dick could not figure out:

    "The leader of the Grail knights, Amfortas, has a wound which will not heal. Klingsor has wounded him with the spear which pierced Christ side. Later, when Kingsor hurls the spear at Parsifal, the pure fool catches the spear--which has stopp ed in midair--and holds it up, making the sign of the Cross with it, at which Klingsor and his entire castle vanish. They were never there in the first place; they were a delusion, what the Greeks call dokas; what the Indians call the veil of maya..

    "There is nothing Parsifal cannot do. At the end of the opera, Parsifal touches the spear to Amfortas wound, the wound heals. Amfortas, who only wanted to die, is healed. Very mysterious words are repeated, which I never understood, although I can read German:
    "Gesegnet sei dein Leiden,

    Das Mitleids hochste Kraft,

    Und reinstein Wissens Macht

    Denn zagen Toren gab!"
    "This is one of the keys to the story of Parsifal, the pure fool who abolishes the delusion of the magician Klingsor and his castle, and heals Amfortas' wound. But what does it mean?

    "May your suffering be blessed,

    Which gave the timid fool

    Pity's highest power

    Amd purest knowledge's might!"
    I don't know what this means. However, I know that in our case, the pure fool, Horselover Fat, himself had the wound which would not heal, and the pain that goes with it. All right; the wound is caused by the spear which pierced the Savior's side , and only that same spear can heal it. In the opera, after Amfortas is healed, the shrine is at last opened (it has been closed for a long time) and the Grail itself is revealed at which point heavenly voices say:

    "Erlosung dem Erloser!"

    Which is very strange, because it means:

    "The Redeemer redeemed!"

    In other words, Christ has saved himself. There's a technical term for this: Salvator salvandas. The "saved savior."

    "The fact that in the discharge of his task the eternal messenger must himself assume the lot of incarnation and cosmic exile, and the further fact that, at least in the Iranian variety of the myth, he is in a sense identical with those he calls--t he once lost parts of the divine self gives rise to the moving idea of the 'saved savior' (salvator salvandas).

    "My Source is reputable. The Encyclopedia of Philosophy, Macmillan Publishing Company, New York, 1967; in the article on "Gnosticism." I am trying to see how this applies to Fat. What is this "pity's highest power"? In what way does pity have the powe r to heal a wound? Would this, then, make Horselover Fat the Savior himself, the savior saved? That seems to be the idea which Wagner expresses. The savior idea is Genostic in origin. How did it get into Parsifal?

    "Maybe Fat was searching for himself when he set out in search of the Savior. To heal the wound made by first the death of Gloria and then the death of Sherri. But what in our modern world is the analog for Klingsor's huge stone castle?

    "That which Fat calls the Empire? The Black Iron Prison?

    "Is the Empire "which never ended" an illusion?

    "The words which Parsifal speaks which cause the huge stone castle--and Klingsor himself --to disappear are: "Mit diesem Zeichen bann' Ich deinen Zauber."

    "With this sign I abolish your magic."

    The sign of course, is the sign of the Cross. Fat's Savior is Fat himself, as I already figured out; Zebra is all the selves along the linear time-axis, laminated into one supra- or trans-temporal self which cannot die, and which has come back to sa ve Fat. But I don't dare tell Fat that he is searching for himself. He is not ready to entertain such a notion, because like the rest of us he seeks an external savior.'

    What is almost overlooked here is that if the healing sacrament of the ancient Gnostics is found--i.e., when the shrine is at last opened after 2,000 years--the living blood of the Savior tranforms any cup it touches, and instantly: the Grail is revealed. This particular passage went into the workbook because the verse of Parsifal Dick says he doesn't understand really encapsulates the central features of Nico's experience, including a line Nico felt w as so important he repeated it four times on the original raw tape:

    "If you are resisting suffering, you suffer more.

    If you are trying to deny your confusion, you remain confused.

    If you are striving for Peace, you find yourself constantly disturbed."

    Conversely, the Nico tape perfectly explains the verse of Parsifal which Dick says he doesn't understand. Suffering is "blessed" which frees you from suffering--as in getting you through the withdrawal instead of prolonging it with more hero in. It is also "pity's highest power" (the only meaningful pity)--to free all whose sides have been pierced (until no veins are left) by means of a healing alkaloid. One addict treated at the same time as Carol Baker had the kind of cocaine psychosis w here he thought bugs were under his skin; he'd at picked his face until it was covered with cold sores and zits. In 48 hours it healed. Ibogaine turns out to be the left half of a Kaposi's Sarcoma drug called Vinblastine (dimeric Ibogaine, fro m the Madagas-car periwinkle), and the common component of another KS drug called Vincristine. It's far less toxic than either one. Contoreggi has submited a protocol to study it as an anti-viral; he's writing another for KS. (Rats pre-treated with I bogaine recovered from electro-shock twice as fast as untreated rats.)

    According to Dick, healing that seems miraculous is a dead giveaway (along with raising the dead, i.e., the living dead of addiction), but Nico's experience also clears up the other thing Dick can't figure out--what "Purest knowledge's might" is:

    "Do you know, now?"

    "Yes I know, now."

    "So you know; Act like it!"

    During the Ibogaine rupture into the dreamtime, the serotonergic pathways react to the 'splitting of the skull'--the shock of the opening up of the cholinergic pathways--by creating the brain's own "windows" program: the movie screen many people desc ribe as opening up on the ceiling or wall, for the visions. It is Nico's "rectangle that opens up," so the Supreme Being can speak to him out of a blue sky. This rectangle is a characteristic "signature" of chaos, one of the higher patterns that emerge s in chaotic phenomena from galactic spirals to conch shells.

    It is Parmenides' "perfect" rectangle. The Greeks used it to build the Parthe-non; we use it in playing cards. Its dimensions are always 3 by 5--Fibonacci's con-stant. It's all through the VALIS trilogy, as the "doorway to the Other Realm." To matc h up the transcript of Nico's meeting with God to Dick's observations on Fibonacci's doorway, side by side for easy reference, in such a way that both verses about suffering also come out next to each other, there was no other place to stick Hoover's Bla ck Messiah memo in the Ibogaine workbook but in between them --across from the Book of Daniel verse about the grim king.

    The coincidence of those 3 sets of pages forming a hexagram like that, on the first time, it's a billion-in-one. On December 23, 1992, Howard Lotsof and Dana Beal watched from the court room audience as Judge Bruce Allen vacated the life sentence of Dhoruba Bin Wahad for a second time. He found that FBI and Red Squad misconduct was so egregious that it met the test--it had materially influenced the outcome of Dhoruba's trial two decades ago. It was so bad it met thetest, even under the n ew, more restrictive rules. Now the Prosecution would have to do a new trial, with no witnesses, evidence that might be mislaid, years after-wards...the vendetta would become too obvious. And against a regular guest on Phil Donohue. You're talking inter national human rights there, buddy.

    But what about the other part of the prediction? ("...not by human hands.." ) To clear the deck, in other words, and let Ibogaine do its work?

    The other really important thing that happened in 1992 was that a significant body of scientific evidence coalesced for Ibogaine's efficacy with cocaine in animals. At the June Keystone session of the Conference on Problems of Drug Dependency, M.R. D ziljic presented data showing that Ibogaine diminished cocaine self-administration in rats 90 percent. (On everything else, they injected til they died.) Henry Sershen from the Nathan Kline Institute of Orangeburg, New York, confirmed a reduction of coc aine-induced dopaminergic and locomotor activity with Ibogaine. And Patricia Broderick published a new abstract on further interactions between Ibogaine and cocaine. A scientific consensus was beginning to gather behind Ibogaine's efficacy with cocaine, as it had the year before with morphine. It was bad news from bureaucrats holding out for a cocaine blocker.

    There is no currently no known pharmaco-treatment for cocaine. All the maintenance drugs turned out to be cocaine analogs. And the problem with trying to find a cocaine blocker, a la naltrexone, is that a dopamine transporter is not like an opiate r eceptor--you can't "occupy" it without inhibiting DA re-uptake, like cocaine itself, which is why all the "blocker" analogs they've looked at so far have cocaine-like effects. Meanwhile, none of it is effective at stopping cocaine--instead the user is now on two drugs. So the prediction that AIDS would force the system to adopt the Ibogaine procedure because there's no alternative turns out to be true as far as cocaine is involved.

    Dhoruba Bin Wahad went out on a limb with the Black community on Ibogaine, He discussed it on WBAI. But especially after his appearance at the Harlem Hospital teach-in, he put the Movement on record for an early community-based trial. He had alrea dy worked through the political implications, and he had always found the people involved to be reliable.

    Meanwhile Rommell Washington moved, from Harlem hospital at 135th St. to Reality House at 125th, where Mark Lamontia (one of the same junkie cohort as Fred) was staying in the program only by telling them he was about to go over to Holland to do thi s experimental drug treatment. Mark, who was on 35 mg. of methadone daily, was in imminent danger of being ejected from Reality House because he was never able to keep his urines free of cocaine or heroin for longer than a week.

    Back in 1980, when Howard and Norma did the Halloween Smoke-in, the one that marched on the SOHO WEEKLY NEWS to demonstrate against Heroin Chic, Mark Lamontia did the logo for the leaflet--a Halloween jack-o-lantern with hands, dropping joints. All t hese good protest intentions failed to keep Mark, Mario and Fred--the whole crew who went to work for Pope Mickey--from getting strung out on smack in '81 and '82.

    Ibogaine was developed to treat that particular crop of kids and now at last, after 13 years, Mark Lamontia was about to go to Holland, to be a subject in a January, 1993 international treatment seminar organized by Sisko, Boaz and Howard. Rom mell Washington signed up to go along to be part of Mark's treatment team. And he got his old boss, Dr. Clark, head of Harlem Hospital's Substance Abuse Unit, to go with them.

    Dr Clark joined in Mark's treatment in 8 hour shifts with Rommell, Hans-Georg Behr, Boaz and the Israelis, Sergio Ramirez and Deborah Mash. "What can you tell us," Mash asked Jan Bastiaans, "about how it really works? How many treatments h ave you done?"

    Mash was tracking all the treatments on remote video, sending samples of Mark's piss on dry ice to the University of Miami by federal express.

    "Only 10 treatments. But you're missing the important thing. It works." And that was the newsflash that Clark took back to Harlem, to the entire Black treatment community--that Ibogaine works, that Mark had come off of 35 mg of methadone in 3 days, with an uncanny absence of withdrawal. (Another subject came off a whopping 125 mgs.!) Fortyfive days later Dr Clark did a complete physical examination of Mark, who was like a new man (of course). Mark's has been the first really rigorous followup: weekly urines, the very thing NIDA MDD has been demanding. You have no idea of what it means to treatment professionals to be able to give a patient something that works. An informational shock wave is sweeping through Harlem, as the word is confirmed by people they respect: It works. It really works.

    Shockwaves are ruptures, flashing across the landscape of things-as-usual. In the high energy state within the wave, different mathematics apply; structure that was latent is manifested along the rupture. Take slime mold--it has an interesting chara cteristic. Ordinarily it's a little individual amoeba, but take away its food, and it signals to all the other amoebas, and they start to cluster in wave patterns and form one differentiated animal. The front is a head, the back, a stalk, the body become s spores covered with hard cases. The cases break away, open up--and out come amoebas. Your ancestors are like that. They exist hologramatically on the147

    cellular level, in all the non-nucleated genetic material of all humans. The non-nucleated material generates a great weak electro-magnetic aura Philip Dick callsValis.

    Holograms are funny; if you break a hologramic plate, the entire hologram-atic image is in every fragment. That's because it's made without lenses, by the direct action of split lasers on a negative. Everything is enfolded in a photographic print that requires the same split laser setup to project a 3-dimensional image. There is no difference between image and object. There is no space, no time, no matter and no mind. Our process of memory seems to work along the same lines, locating the correct m emory in the "print" with the neuro-electric equivalent of the "reference beam" used to read a hologramic print.

    V.A.L.I.S. stands for Vast Active Living Intelligence System. It knows only hologramatically, therefore it perceives the universe as a hologram. It knows everything known to every person, but only in memory. For us to communicate with it is a probl em. Direct communication with creatures via modulation of bio-electric phenomena in the area puts such a load on any nervous system in the neighborhood that it can cause permanent damage. But in the dreamtime, when you have direct access to information stored in your cells, Valis can communicate digitally, via perturbation of non-nucleated genetic material. It can generate the equivalent of a laser reference beam to project a Fibonacci "doorway:" and if the throes of your NDE reflex generate the same chaotic 'attractor' shape, and the two lock together, you have a match, and Nico meets God.

    Therefore, VALIS does not rule, but influences outcomes via sychronicity, maximized through free will taking advantage of coincidence. The only thing that can destroy it is for humanity to completely destroy itself. For the first time in history, h owever, that could happen at any moment. In his notes, in a later paragraph of entry 47, on TWO SOURCE COSMOGONY, Philip Dick writes:

    It was the One's purpose for our hologramatic universe to serve as a teaching instrument by which a variety of new lives advanced until ultimately they would be isomorphic with the One. However, the decaying condition of hyperuniverse II introdu ced malfactors which damaged our hologramatic universe. This is the origin of entropy, undeserved suffering, chaos and death, as well as the Empire, the Black Iron Prison; in essence, the aborting of the proper health and growth of the life forms withi n the hologramatic universe. Also, the teaching function was grossly impaired, since only the signal from the hyperuniverse I was information-rich; that from II had become noise. The psyche of hyperuniverse I sent a micro-form of itself into hyperuni verse II to attempt to heal it..."

    By means of a plant called the tree of life, containing an alkaloid that unlocks the NDE reflex, a multi-ordinal feedback loop is established at the intersection of the

    chaos of the dreamtime and the chaos of society. The Grail, the Blood, the Burning Bush are one: in Bwiti. As the Ibogaine wave flashes across society, strangesynchronicities play across the wavefront. Initiates gain augmented perception of time. Th ere are glimpses of a ghostly order emerging that attracts the chaos to it, like a tornado.

    The little guys in the secret early grey robes have attached a special phase generator to the FDA/NIDA info-input of the Black Iron Prison. Since the entire Prison is a Chaos-generated projection, the little guys are pulsing a strange attractor into t he input--a chaotic shape that exactly cancels out the chaotic phase-signature of the Prison. The shape: the perfect rectangle of Parminides. The impulse has reached the nucleus of the prison, and it is beginning to replicate hundreds and thousands of Bw iti among the prison inmates, which will burst the cells of the Prison, causing massive cell-death and breakdown of the malignant occupying organism in its entirety.

    To the regular Christians such as those who go to Church on Sunday, the little guys have issued the Ibogaine Challenge:

    "Bring us, O Cardinal, three junkies.

    Give them the wine and the wafer,

    And sit with them for forty-eight hours.

    We will bring three junkies also,

    Give them Ibogaine,

    And sit with them for forty-eight hours.

    At the end of the time,

    You have breakfast with your junkies.

    We'll have breakfast with ours."
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    Chapter 14 - "Time is a child at play, playing draughts..."

    When the NEWSDAY Ibogaine article appeared November 19th, and it seemed he might not go to jail, Dana experienced a vague sense of loss. He'd been planning to write a comprehensive report on Ibogaine during his sixty days, and now he wouldn't have a c hance...too many interruptions in the outside world.

    For him to be freed on the spot Nov. 20th, he needed a letter setting forth an offer of a community service job at Housing Works, which was slow to produce it--with the result that the Judge adjourned the matter until Dec. 9th. Charles King of Housing Works got around to writing Beal a letter just before Thanksgiving; but Karin Rankin, the ADA on the case, had been absent Nov. 20th, and now she insisted on the 60-day jail sentence.

    On Dec 9th the community service option was withdrawn by Judge Corrado, and Beal agreed to report to begin serving 40 days of a 60 day sentence just after his birthday, January 11th. Even an 11th hour appeal by Jim Dwyer of NEWSDAY failed to sway the court on the 11th, and Beal was in a bunk on Riker's before the day was out.

    He spent the week reviewing papers in Lotsof's NDA version of the workbook and reading Philip Dick. On the following Tuesday all of his scientific and religious materials were seized and he was flown by airplane hundreds of miles north to the Canadian Border, to a state prison being leased by the city for inmates deemed likely to benefit from a stay in a drug-free residential treatment facility.

    With phonecalls to the outer world limited, Dana raised enough of an uproar that any thought in the prison administration of barring him from receiving the Ibogaine workbook or Goutarel's monograph was quickly quashed, and after 8 days, during which he wrote chapters 1 through 4, the workbook and other materials arrived the very day he needed another look at the patents to write Chapter 5.

    Within days he was reading each of the Glick papers 6 times, writing Chapter 7. But among the packet of materials Alice T. sent was a book whose cover had leaped out at her when she found it, on the browse, at Strand Books--THE THREE POUND UNIVERSE. D ana put it aside, to read whenever he decided to take a break because he needed more basic information about the brain. Plowing through it after he'd finished Chapter 10, Dana noticed an extensive presentation of the findings of Heath, a Tulane University professor who achieved success in treating certain kinds of schizophrenia--a disorder affecting the "pleasure pathway" (dopamine circuits)--with a small electrical implant in the cerebellum.

    Then he hit paydirt, on pps 174-8:

    "The Secrets of the Cerebellum

    IN THE LAST CHAPTER we witnessed startling conversions in the Cerebellum wrought by electrical stimulation of the brain's pain and pleasure centers. We saw that Dr. Robert Heath's brain pace-maker has rescued people afflicted with "intractable behavior pathologies" from a life of padded cells and straitjackets by turning dow n the fear/rage switch in their heads. Now we'll return to Dr. Heath's astonishing gadget: If a continuous low-voltage electrical current applied to the cerebellum can curb homocidal outbursts, does that mean that violence is an inborn neurologic defect? And that it has nothing to do with, say, growing up in a broken home in the South Bronx with a crazy, alcoholic or drug-addicted mother?

    "Wrong. When it comes to producing a violent person, the brain and the social environment interact in such intricate ways that the old nature-versus-nuture debate seems rather like those hair-splitting early Christian councils about the precise proport ion of humanity/divinity in Christ. The story of the cerebellum is a case in point.

    "The first clues came from the famous Harlow monkeys. At the University of Illinois in the 1950s and the early 1960s, psychologist Harry F. Harlow performed a series of now-legendary experiments in sensory and emotional deprivation, raising infant rhes us mokeys in solitary wire cages without toys or companions. After three months even an obtuse observer couldn't miss the signs of emotional damage. The small monkeys sat forlornly in a corner of the cage rocking back and forth like autistic children. Whe n they came of age and rejoined the colony, their social ineptness was pitiful. Unable to decipher the most rudimentary simian social signals, they could barely distinguish friend from foe, self from nonself. They recoiled in terror from the sight of thei r own hands and compulsively mutilated themselves. The males never learned to court or mate, while the females who became mothers neglected or abused their babies. Most important, from our perspective, these monkeys were given to outbursts of inexplicable violence.

    "At first the Harlow monkeys were taken as proof of the psychoanalytic dictum that bad mothering (or in this case, no mothering at all) caused schizophrenia, for the isolated monkeys looked about as "schizophrenic" as is possible for a nonhuman primate to look. But Harlow confounded the Freudians by separating rhesus infants from their mothers and raising them with age mates. These monkeys developed quite normally. What crucial sensory lack, then, was causing the "deprivation syndrome"? A former collea gue of Harlow's, William A. Mason, devised an ingenious experiment in the late 1960s to find out.

    "Mason compared three groups of young monkeys. One group was reared in the usual way with their mothers. A second group grew up with a "movable surrogate," consisting of a motorized, swinging bleach bottle; while a third group of infants got a stationa ry surrogate, a bleach bottle covered with fur and fixed in place. The result? The monkeys reared with their mothers, of course, grew up normally, and the monkeys whose only solace was a fixed surrogate developed a bad case of the deprivation syndrome. Th e monkeys given the movable surrogate,however, surprised the psychologists by being much less screwed up. Was movement crucial toemotional development?

    "James W. Prescott, a developmental psychologist then working at the National Institute of Child Health and Human Development (NICHD), thought so. He managed to get hold of five of the emotionally stunted Harlow monkeys, whose weird stereotypic rocking motions reminded him of some the of institutionalized children he'd seen. Any kind of sensory deprivation must damage the growing brain's emotional systems, he figured. Noticing that an immobile surrogate produced such basket cases, his thought turned t o the cerebellum, the three-lobed structure at the very back of the brain that governs movement and balance.

    "At the time," he recalls, "there was very little data to support my theory that stimulation of the cerebellum might have something to do with emotions. Actually, back around 1800, Franz Joseph Gall, the father of phrenology, said the cerebellum was in volved in pleasure or lack of pleasure, but he was discredited because of the phrenology stuff...

    "Anyway," he continues, "I thought we'd find a neuro-pathology in the isolation-reared animals, so I shipped them to Tulane so Bob Heath could implant them. I suggested that he put electrodes in the cerebellum as well as the limbic sites." Where other investigators had failed to find anything wrong with these sensory-deprived brains, Heath's electrodes detected a great deal amiss. There were abnormal "spike" discharges in the monkeys' limbic pain-and-pleasure areas, very like the pathological EEGs of v iolent human psychotics. And, to be sure, strange spikes also occurred in the cerebellum, where Heath had never thought to look before.

    "The paleocerebellum, the old cerebellum, governs proprioception," Heath explains."That's the input from your muscles, joints, and tendons that lets you know what position your body is in, where you're located in three-dimensional space. It also regula tes balance, your vestibular sense. Now, why do children like to be tossed in the air, hang upside down, and ride merry-go-rounds and roller coasters? Because these sensory experiences feed directly into the emotional system."

    "Hard evidence came from the sad-eyed Tulane lab monkeys in their little plastic restraining chairs. As electrodes in different sites of their brains recorded second-to-second electrical changes, Heath showed that the bursts of activity in the paleocer ebellum set off similar ones in the septum, hippocampus, and amygdala, and vice-versa. The upshot was that the cerebellum, the limbic pain/pleasure centers, and various sensory relay stations were all part of one circuit! This was not just a heretical rew riting of neuroanatomy--the textbook drawings of the nerve tracts didn't show cerebellar-forebrain connections--but it explained to Heath how the isolation-reared monkeys got so weird. Messages from our eyes, ears, and skin, as well as the body-sense sign als processed in the paleocerebellum, stir trains of electrical impulses in the distant emotional centers, setting in motion a giant emotional-sensory feedback loop. (We all can testify to how quickly a Mozart sonata or a good massage travels to our "plea sure center.") Imagine, then, the effects of sensory isolation on an immature brain.

    "We already knew from human studies," Heath tells us, "that if your're suspended in weightlessness you'll hallucinate, have delusions, and experience what is known as depersonalization." Heath sees a curious connection between body sense and sense of s elf in the shattered inner world of psychosis, for a psychotic's body image is distorted along with his ego. "Psychotics, you know, often say they feel unreal or don't know who they are--that's depersonalization," he says. "And typically the lack of self- awareness can be detected long before the classic symptoms of hallucinations and thought disorders appear." Could an impaired cerebellum or faulty cerebellar-limbic nerve connections be responsible?

    "Heath went on to develop the cerebellar pacemaker and implant it in the heads of violent mental patients, some of whom improved dramatically. James Prescott, meanwhile, was embarked on a course of research that would leave him jobless, without funds, and mired in a bitter lawsuit against his superiors at the NICHD... (THE THREE POUND UNIVERSE)

    Later, in a section on the Near-Death Experience, writers Hooper and Teresi found something harder to explain: the autoscopic phase wherein the person finds themselves hovering above their body, looking down on efforts to resuscitate them. Afterward they were able to provide details the near-dead could not have seen from their vantage point on the operating table. Significantly, several experts cited the potential role of endorphins in producing the feelings of "distance and well-being" that charact erize the NDE.

    But the real find was in the chapter on the Brain as a hologram-- that the neuron's code for storing information resembles the interference pattern on a holographic plate, based on a method of breaking down any complex pattern intosets o f simpler wave s--a mathematical operation called the Fourier transform.

    Every fragment of a hologram contains the entire image. Your Grandmother does not reside in a "Grandmother neuron," but everywhere throughout your memory whenever you think of her. And just as many different holograms can be superimposed, so can infin ite images be stacked in our brains. We have the spatial representation that maps the retinal image onto the cortex; then, in the membranes of the cells the image is transformed back into the frequency mode--the "scatter" we'd see if we saw without a lens . The brain's code for storing information resembles the interference of wave-phase relationships of a holographic plate--with the equivalent of a "reconconstruction beam" zooming in on a particular coded memory when we recall something. Scattered, holog raphic information storage explains why stroke victims don't lose discrete parts of their memory: all memory is contained within any portion thereof.

    The waking, or "aminergic" pathways of the brain have been found to resolve sensory input into edges, extensions, and intersections--the neural equivalent of Kant's spatial "categories"--giving us the external world, wherein nothing travels faster tha n the speed of light. But in the Fourier domain, correlations can be performed almost instantly-- just as we can dream a whole ten years in two minutes of REM, or experience our "whole life flashing before our eyes" in a Near Death Experience. Ibogaine s ubjects, given waking access to the cholinergic pathways of the sleeping brain, describe it as being like "six televisions going at once," without the automatic focusing in on one program that takes place during wakefulness. The cholinergic pathways have never bothered to organize themselves into a proper ego, and experience time as "internal" (generated via regular brainwaves within the cerebellum, etc.)--as something the self is "outside of." Conversely, information that becomes available during an Ibo gaine experience may snap into focus months later.

    The real paydirt was in the last chapter of the book--

    "Chaos, Strange Attractors and the Stream of Consciousness

    "A great disorder is an order. Now, And B are not like statuary, posed For a visit in the Louvre. They are things chalked On the sidewalk so the pensive man may see." --WALLACE STEVENS "Connoisseur of Chaos"

    "For five days in a row, a Stanford psychiatrist has been watching the "shopping bag ladies" in the public park. By his calculations each of the women has a stereotypical routine of postures, gestures, and monologues that is repeated over and over ag ain like a musician's set.Later he jots down some equations for dopamine synthesis in the schizophrenic brain.

    "Fiddling with his parameters a little, a scientist in Pennsylvania makes a high-speed computer "epileptic." A Chicago biophysicist studies the "hallucinations" he conjured with digital representations of neurons. In Santa Cruz, California, a mathema tician adds stress variables to ROVER, a computer simulation of a dog's adrenal cortical system. "When we add ACTH," he says, "it responds just like a dog."

    "In La Jolla, rats on LSD, amphetamine, cocaine, antidepressents, lithium, and caffeine wander at random in cages. Each time their tails pass through a photobeam, an electrical blip is transmitted to a computer, which calculates the "frequency" and "a mplitude" of their journeys. Studying the patterns, a neuroscientist reflects, "The stream of consciousness is a random walk, but an order emerges over time."

    "These scientists are "connoisseurs of chaos," practicioners of a science so new it doesn't have an official name, only a nickname--chaos. (officially it is known as nonlinear dynamics, or sometimes as chaotic dynamics.) The Christopher Columbus of cha os was an MIT meteorologist named Edward Lorenz. While working on the problem of long-range weather forecasting in 1963, he proved mathematically that the weather was impossible to predict. This may be big news for Willard C. Scott--and for you when you 're worried about the rain on your parade--but what does that have to do with the brain?

    "Well, years after Lorenz's quiet discovery (known for a decade only to readers of an obscure meteorology journal), it became apparent that the laws he discovered also governed water flowing through a pipe, hurricanes, airplanes in flight, chemical rea ctions, the waxing and waning of wildlife populations, economic cycles, the ebb and flow of hormones in the body--and the 1,000,000,000,000 interconnected nerve cells of the brain.

    "The mind does not easily grasp nonlinear interactions between billions of cells," says Stephen Grosberg, a mathematician and interdisciplinary scientist at Boston University's Center for Adaptive Systems. "That is why we need mathematical models." Sa ys Arnold Mandell, "The machinery of the brain is just too complicated. Two hundred neurotransmitters, each with seventy thousand receptors! How can we ever understand all ther plumbing? We have to get away from the plumbing to see the brain's deep messag es." Of course many researchers have made brilliant careers digging up the "plumbing." Out of Eric Kandell's microscopic scrutiny of cell membranes came the elementary building blocks of memory; from Hubel and Wiesel's single-cell recordings, a map of th e visual cortex. But can this explain how you think?

    "Mandell, Grossberg, and the other scientists you'll meet in this chapter don't think so. If you want to know how New York City functions, would you interview three passersby in depth? Or would you take a helicopter ride over the city and look down on the different boroughs and the major traffic routes, the clusters of skyscrapers that mark the financial centers, the densities of flashing red lights that might mean dangerous neighborhoods? If you are looking for the brain's basic organizing priniciples , its "deep messages," mathematics can lift you above the gritty details. The lingo of chaos is esoteric, and many of its pioneers labor in rarified and otherworldly realms of theoretical physics. But the interesting thing about it is that chemists, math ematicians, biologists, physiologists, meteorologists, and neuroscientists are all tuning in to the same "deep messages." There are some who think chaos is a universal language of nature.

    The Dripping Faucet of the Microcosm

    "ONLY ONCE OR TWICE in a millennium," says mathematician Ralph Abraham, of the University of California at Santa Cruz, "is there a true scientific revolution, a paradigm shift. Newtonian mechanics and the invention of calculus in the seventeenth century brought about the last one. The current scientific revolution will synthesize the whole intellectual discourse of the species." While Abraham makes this prophecy, in a Szechwan restaurant in downtown Santa Cruz, ragged armies of sixties' casualtie s drift by the window, hollow-eyed, laden with knapsacks, like refugees from an Antonioni film. If there is a dark side to the third millennium, these are the people who will gather on mountaintops to witness the end of the world. Abraham and his fellow c haos theorists expect to witness quite the opposite.

    "Up the hill, the University of California at Santa Cruz (UCSC) is a land of sun-bleached, windblown meadows and cool redwood groves. Something of the zeitgeist of the sixties lingers in the air: the students do not look like accounting majors, and it is possible to obtain a Ph. D. in the History of Consciousness. Perhaps it was the right objective correlative (as T.S. Eliot might have called it) for the Chaos Cabal.

    "In 1977 physicist Rob Shaw was just winding up his Ph.D. dissertation on superconducti-vity when a professor asked him to take a look at some puzzling differential equations. He programed them into an analog computer he'd salvaged in the basement of a defunct engineering department and got the shock of his life. By having the computer perform iterations--essentially repeating the same equations over and over again--he fell into a looking-glass world where order spun off into chaos. Soon he lost all in terest in superconductivity (the dissertation was never completed) and took to sleeping in his lab and staying up all night to ponder the enigmatic shapes on his screen. (They were "strange attractors," though Shaw did not know that yet.) When three frie nds, also physics students, dropped by to see what he was doing, they became possessed too. In late 1977 the Santa Cruz Dynamical Systems Collective--or colloquially, the Chaos Cabal--was formed. (Abraham, who had heard the gospel of chaos a few years bef ore, became a sort of chaos elder.)

    "To enter Shaw's office is to walk into the bowels of a dismantled appliance--a maze of meters, dials, plugboard, wires, terminals, plotters, and gauges. "I'm a technotwit," he confesses. He takes us next door to see a contraption that looks like a pre cocious child's project for the science fair. A plastic tub of water is mounted above a brass faucet. The drops from the faucet interrupt a laser beam, which precisely records the intervals between them and transmits them as pulses to the computer next do or. This is Shaw's famous chaotic faucet. "The fascinating thing about a standard faucet," he tells us, "is that it's got this random element in it. The flow is constant, the spigot doesn't move, and nothing has perturbed the system, but you got this chao tic pattern in it that never repeats itself. It's a microcosm."

    "When the Chaos Cabal first presented results like these at scientific conferences, other scientists would shake their heads dubiously and ask, "Are you sure this isn't just a numerical error?" But chaos is not the result of a numerical error. It is a fact of nature.

    "Physical theories since Archimedes, Galileo, and Newton have been built around a stable, linear world, an idealized cosmos of frictionless pendulums, efficient machines, and eternal trajectories. The serene assumption--articulated by the French mathe matician Pierre Simon, Marquis de Laplace--was that you could predict the future in its entirety if you knew the position and velocity of every particle at one moment in time. Alas, this is untrue. Half a century ago, the founders of quantum mechnics said that the subatomic domain was haunted by randomness, and the best measuring devices on earth could not make it less uncertain. Albert Einstein could not accept this idea, objecting, "God does not play dice with the universe!" Well, God does play dice, an d not just with quarks. Waterfalls, cloud patterns, heart arrhythmias, waves crashing against a sea wall during a winter storm, the fluctuations of a predator/prey population, the collective song of your neurons, and many other systems in nature also have pockets of randomness that make them unpredictable. We can write equations for the orbits of remote planets, but the trajectories of tumbling dice forever elude us. Why?

    "Back in 1977 Shaw observed that the realm of chaos was ruled by certain laws. One of these was "sensitive dependence on initial conditions," a phenomenon starkly illustrated at the casinos of Las Vegas. At the moment a roulette wheel is spun, the tini est twitch of the finger controlls the ball's trajectory. Similar infinitesimal influences determine how dice will land. In meterology there is the so-called Butterfly Effect, the idea that the flaping of a butterfly's wings in the air over Peru in Februa ry could affect the weather in Los Angeles in March. Because of sensitive dependence on initial conditions, minuscule measuring errors are magnified into huge ones farther down the line, and prediction becomes impossible. So it is not necessarily your lo cal weatherman's fault if he's wrong about the weather a week from Monday. We are condemned to live with chance.

    "One of the founding fathers of chaos, the German theoretical chemist Otto Rossler, once watched a mechanical taffy puller at work, pulling the taffy and folding it back on itself again and again. In his mind Rossler followed the diverging course of tw o imaginary raisins and jotted down equations for a new "strange attractor." Rossler was observing a second fundamental law of chaos, "rapid divergence of nearby trajectories." Variables that start highly correlated--the mathematical equivalents of the raisins--drift apart and become uncorrelated. After lots of stretching and folding, which a computer does with "iterations," differences in the system widen and a deterministic system become indeterminate.

    "Shaw was to learn, of course, that the terra incognita he stumbled on was not entirely incognita. Edward Lorenz before him had discovered how "sensitive dependence" and "rapid divergence" produced lumps of chaos in the convection currents of the atmos phere. Then, in 1971, a study of fluid turbulence really put chaos on the map. Werner Heisenberg, the father of quantum uncertainty, once remarked that when he went on to the next world, he wanted God to explain two things. One was the mysteries of the qu antum realm: the other was fluid turbulence. Generations of physicists have tried in vain to write equations for the hydrodynamics of waterfalls, cascading rivers, even water rushing out of a faucet, and concluded that those pehnomena, for reasons no one could identify, were just too complicated to predict. But two European scientists, David Ruelle and Floris Takens, showed that a wild river had a form to it after all, albeit a strange one. In the dynamics of turbulent fluids they divined ghostly geometr ic forms similar to the one Lorenz had identified a decade before in the weather. They named them strange attractors.

    So what is an attractor, and what makes one strange? Any physical system--a chemical reaction, the motion of a pendulum, a heartbeat, or the fluctuations in a population of gray foxes--can be plotted as a series of mathematical points representing suce ssive temperature readings, velocity, amplitude, or whatever. In time the points describing the changes in the system are drawn toward the visible geometry of an "attractor" like metal filing toward a magnet.

    "There are three types of attractors, two of which are old ones.The fixed point attractor describes a system at rest, after all the motions have ceased. If you fill a pan with water and shake it up, the liquid will swirl around for a while and then st op. Mathematically speaking, it settles into a fixed point. After all the chemicals have stopped reacting, a chemical system would have a point attractor (equilibrium) structure

    "The second type is the periodic attractor, or limit cycle. The period motion of a pendulum or metronome, the regular beating of a human heart, a smoothly oscillating EEG, or the mood swings of a manic-depressive might all be described by the limit c ycle. The key thing about the fixed point and the limit cycle is that they are regular and predicatble. If you know the initial state, you can plot all the future states.

    "Suppose you heat french-fry grease in a saucepan. At first the grease just sits there. As it heats, convection currents form, periodic wiggles that make a limit cycle. If you turn up the burner a little more, the patterns make doubly periodic wiggles (wiggles upon wiggles). At a certain critical value of heat, however. the grease abruptly "bifurcates," in the lingo, to a strange attractor motion.

    Paradoxical Order

    WHAT does a strange attractor look like? Aiming a creaky school projector at the wall, Shaw shows us movies of the strange attractors captured on the local cathode-ray screens. "This is our local compulsion," he says, as the ten thousand mathematica l points that represent ten thousand future states unfold in an instant, bringing these odd mathematical creatures to life. They are beautiful: baroque spirals, elaborate filigrees, intricate webs spun by non-Euclidian spiders, spaces like amusement-park rides as depicted by Marcel Duchamp.

    "There's a method to this madness, however. At first chaotic behavior seems to follow norules, but in time it assumes a definite shape. Strange attractors may sprout extravagant thickets of randomness, but they never fly out of the "phase space," a det ermined mathematical envelope. And whether you're dealing with water in pipes or clouds or swirls of smoke or jet engines, certain rules and constants always apply when nature "bifurcates" into disorder.

    "By the very nature of our activities," says Shaw, "we try to avoid chaos. What do we try to do with our machines? Keep them stable and avoid oscillations, or if we have oscillations, try to keep those stable. But now we can see that chaos has a lot of order in it.

    "The Old Guard--people like [information theorist] Norbert Weiner--used equations for total randomness as a model for nature," explains Doyne Farmer, a graduate of the Chaos Cabal who has carried the seeds of chaos to Los Alamos National Laboratories in New Mexico. "When you have complete chaos, you can perform probability studies. This is the case with the molecules in a gas, which get pretty evenly distributed. However, there are many situations in nature where orderly things happen in the midst of great chaos. Some systems have a 'clock' inside them thatgoes on keeping perfect time in the midst of very chaotic stuff. For those systems, deterministic chaos, with its strange-attractor structure, is the best model."

    "Paradoxically the study of chaos seems to lead into a higher realm of order. (Farmer's Ph.D. dissertation, "Order in Chaos," describes how order, information, and structure arise in these systems.) Under nature's polymorphous surface lies a finite set of hidden principles. "There are only a few movies, and everything we see around us is the working out of one of those movies," says Ralph Abraham. If you know how to look, the invisible blueprints of strange attractors determine the behavior of rivers a nd jet engines, chemical reactions and cloud formations, heartbeats, the Big Bang, EEGs, and economic cycles.

    "You can use nonlinear equations to model a two-nation arms race, as physicist Alan Saperstein, of Wayne State University in Detroit, has done. "I think," he says, "the idea of a transition from laminar [smooth] to turbulent flow or, if you will, from predictable international relations to chaotic international relations is important." You can look at the economy this way, plotting the often quirky "oscillations" of business cycles. You can analyze the heart as a dynamical system, as a pair of research ers at Montreal's McGill University did, and isolate the conditions under which a normal, periodic heartbeat will "bifurcate" into dangerous heart fibrillations. You can mix together certain chemicals and see the genesis of chaos. You can build a nonlinea r model of the female endocrine system (the interlocking hormonal feedback, loops of which act like coupled mechanical oscillators) to study the premenstrual syndrome. Ralph Abraham did, and he also fathered ROVER, the computer simulation of a dog's stres s response.

    "It is interesting, even comforting," muses W. Ross Adey, a neuro-scientist who is conversant with chaos, "that the laws that determine atomic interactions in cosmic interstellar dust are the same laws that determine the interactions of mole cules on th e surface of brain cells."

    Chaos and the Brain

    "THE WALLS of Don Walter's office, in the basement of UCLA's Life Sciences Building, are covered with graphics of different biological processes. Some, like the computer-graphics portrait of systolic and diastolic rhythms, resemble stylized mounta in chains with Japanese-style clouds around their peaks. As we arrive, his computer terminal is displaying sawtooth waves of blue and violet. "Chaotic spikes," he explains.

    "By running equations for three linked neurons, Walter and Alan Garfinkel, of UCLA's Crump Institute for Medical Engineering, have conjured up a bit of chaos. Orderly chaos."If you link together a bunch of neurons with cross-inhibitory coupling, they w ill fire erratically," says Garfinkel. "And yet there really is a pattern in that chaos that we can tease out with sophisticated methods." As a wallpaper-like pattern on the screen grows more intricate, Walter adds, "you can't predict the thing in detail, but it has tendencies."

    "If three coupled neurons make unpredictable patterns, imagine what 1,000,000,000,000billion interacting cells could do. A working brain is more like the weather or a turbulent stream than it is like a digital computer, accordin g to the chaos connoisse urs. In the classic lock-and-keymodel, one molecule of a brain chemical fits into a specific receptor on a cell membrane. But euroscientists now know that a population of receptors can fluctuate rapidly under the influence of many microscopic conditions i nside and outside the cell. "Instead of receptors, it may be better to think in terms of receptivity," says Alan Garfinkle. The neuron itself isn't a hard, little marble or a microchip in a computer but "a complex chemical reaction in a solution," a "bag of enzymes," prone to the same fluxes as other chemical reactions.

    "There are some predictable things about the brain and some predictable things about people's behavior," say Walter. "You can predict when most people will get up tomorrow. You can predict the brains will get old and clanky and wear out and die. But fo r many brain processes you give up even the ideal of determinism. Chaotic dynamics tells us that many things that look deterministic can't be predicted in a practical sense for more than a short time."

    "Calculus describes a smoothly changing, predictable world, and it's inventor, Gottfried von Leibviz, once declared, "Natura non facit saltum" ("Nature does not make jumps"). But nature does make jumps. When a parameter is increased beyond a critical v alue, metals snap, a smoothly flowing fluid becomes turbulent, chemical concentrations turn chaotic.These are some of nature's nonlinearities. A linear relationship is one in which if x equals y, 300x will equal 300y, and so on, for all possible values o f x and y. "But all biology is nonlinear," say Garfinkle. "Double the dimensions of a bone and the result has eight times the weight but only four times the strength. That makes a thirty-foot-tall man impossible."

    "In the brain, twice the input may mean four times the output--or half the output. Perception, for example, is organized along log (decibel) lines. And whether you're measuring the behavior of an animal or a neuron, the effects of heat, chemicals, or electricity can have decidedly unpredictable effects. "The brain is funny," say Arnold Mandell. "If I gave you two milligrams of amphetamine you might feel very alert; at seven or eight milligrams you might feel sleepy; at twelve, you might be alert again ; at twenty, full of rage; at fifty milligrams, totally out to lunch. So in the brain more is not necessarily more. Sometimes more is just different."

    "If there are universal patterns buried in the brain's "plumbing," if there is a grand theory--perhaps an E=mc2--latent in all the data flowing out of electrodes and radiation counters, perhaps nonlinear dynamics can pry it out. "Now that people like H ubel and Wiesel and Mountcastle have made these marvelous discoveries about what single cells can do and a little about how columns [of neurons] are arranged," say Jack Cowan, the University of Chicago biophysicist whom we met in Chapter 10, "now comes th e next problem. How is it all put together? What are the general organizing principles of the brain?"

    "Cowan has been working on a mathematical model of epilepsy and hallucination. These "bifurcations" occur in the brain, he thinks, when neuroelectric activity, cranked up past a certain threshold, forms "traveling and rotating waves." His abstract pict ures of these crashing electrical wave-fronts are identical to the scroll-like waves generated by the famous "chaotic" Belousov-Zhabotinski chemical reaction. Meanwhile, Paul Rapp, of the Medical College of Pennsylvania, has been tracking "seizures" in a computer. As electric brains grow more complex, he repports, they begin to exhibit failures analogous to epileptic convulsions. Brains and high-speed computers both can be easily tipped into chaos.

    The Secret Messages of Shopping-Bag Ladies

    "THE GRASS was still beaded with dew when Roy King arrived. Like a Margret Mead of the park bench, King was keeping a Ladies meticulous record of several homeless "shopping-bag ladies" in a San Jose, California, public park. One of his subjects w as sitting rigid on a bench, a petrified Pompeiian mummy with a masklike face. From time to time she'd lift her right arm in a stiff salute and rock back and forth for ten minutes, before going catatonic again. Another pushed a shopping cart full of yell owing newspapers and broken appliances around afixed route, pausing at intervals to comb her hair with a dirty blue comb. A third woman obsessively circled a bench, head bowed, muttering the same malignant phrases over and over.

    The tape recorder in her brain seemed stuck in one place, condemned to repeat one terrible message forever, like the "black box" of a crashed airliner.

    "For five days in a row, King timed their behavior with a watch. Each of the women (who were evidently chronic schizophrenics) has a "stereotyped routine of movements, postures, and gestures," he noted. "Their activity had an erratically periodic cours e. The same routine was repeated in the same order roughly every twenty minutes."

    "Most psychiatrists-in-training don't hang out in public parks timing shopping-bag ladies, but King was chasing a theory. The outlines had come to him while he was still in medical school at Stanford in the late 1970s. He was working at an alternative psychiatric-treatment center in San Franscisco, where he was able to observe the "natural evolution of psychosis" in unmedicated patients. Certain rhythms in their behavior struck him as curious. The acute schizophrenics were swaying like pendulums betwe en agitated frenzy and catatonic withdrawal every twenty minutes. The mood and behavior swings of manic patients, in contrast, formed regular ninety-minute cycles, like the cycles of REM and non-REM sleep.

    "What I saw was that people were fluctuating between opposite states," he tells us, "And a light bulb went off in my head. I saw the key to psychotic behavior was not too much or too little of a specific neurotransmitter. It was unstable fluctuations in a chemical system."

    "Fortunately King had a Ph.D. in math from Cornell under his belt. He went to his computer, plugged in the variables for dopamine synthesis and release, and in 1981 "Catastrophe Theory of Dopaminergic Transmission: A Revised Dopamine Hypothesis of Schi zophrenia" was published. (Catastrophe theory is not about earthquakes and towering infernos; it refers to the sudden jumps and phase transitions that nonlinear systems are prone to.) The gist of the theory is that the key to schizophrenia is chaotic fluc tuations in dopamine production. As King explains it, he draws neat diagrams and graphs in our notebook: a synapse with DA (dopamine) hovering in the presynaptic terminal, a curve shaped like a U, a chain of jagged peaks and valleys (dopamine release plot ted against time). When his equations spawned a telltale, U-shaped curve, king did a double take. That classic nonlinear curve said that the dopamine system was unstable, extremely sensitive to small inputs. A relatively minor influence could set off wild bursts of dopamine release that spanned twenty minutes from peak to peak. This exactly matched the behavioral rhythms he'd observed in psychotic patients.

    "The model also said that a schizophrenic's dopamine neurons would start to fire in two different rhythms and rapidly become uncoupled. Could this be the organic basis of the psychological splitting Eugen Bleuler had in mind when he coined the word Sch izophrenia? "I think that in schizophrenia the brain fragments into active and inactive clusters of neurons and different parts of the brain become disassociated," says King. "You might get an asymmetry between the left and right side, say. Schizophrenics often feel that their minds and bodies are split apart. I had one patient who said her left hand was possessed by a foul, fuming substance and her right hand was pure light, ecstatic, blessed. Another patient said his father put a stake through the left side of his head when he was six years old and that the right side of his head was possessed by his mother, who wanted to have sex with him. When he was most psychotic, he said he felt like Humpty-Dumpty, all in pieces. Therapy helped him reconnect the di fferent parts of himself."

    "The principle goes beyond schizophrenia. With equations for norepinephrine and its receptors, King has been studying the abstract geometry of panic disorder. "In panic attacks," he says, "you get these bursts of adrenergic [norepinephrine and epinephr ine] activity that lasts five to eight minutes. You get symptoms like tachycardia, cold sweats, confusion, cold extremeties, fear. I found that the system was very unstable, supersensitive.

    "Why did nature design the brain this way, so that it is so highly sensitve to small changes in input? If the brain were linear, you'd have the same sensitivity in every state. It would seem that an organism in the wild needs to be acutely aware of dan ger. The fight-or-flight reaction has to bevery sensitive." (THE THREE POUND UNIVERSE)

    The authors go on to cite the schizophrenic's inability to concentrate--"sensitive dependence on initial conditions"--and obsession with fixed delusions--"everything reminds you of x; every little thing takes you back to the 'attractor'--as manifestat ions of the 'travelling, rotating' dopaminergic storm along the disordered pathway from the cerebellum to the pre-frontal cortex. (Turn the next page; see Fig. 1: mesolimbic area) Addicts, with their inability to concentrate on anything but the dopami ne reward of drugs, present tell-tales of a similar underlying disorder--the 'fracturing' of brainwave activity into distinct, out-of-phase waves. Schizophrenics, like addicts, are unresponsive to talk therapy. Trying to talk the schizophrenic out of be ing crazy via attempts to deconstruct their fixed delusion is like cross-sectioning a strange attractor--

    "...you get an infinite regress of folds-within-folds-within-folds like a nesting Chinese boxes. Magnify an inch of one fold, and you'll see more folds inside, with the same rich detail repeated in miniature. It is like a map of the English coastl ine each curve of which, when enlarged, contains a smaller version of the coastline, and so on ad infinitum." (Ibid.)

    With his little electrical implant in the cerebellum of schizophrenics, Dr. Heath of Tulane had shown that dopamine circuits are modulated by the cerebellum. Unlike the "anti-phychotic" phenylthiazines, which suppress symptoms of schizophrenia through direct action on dopamine receptors, (at the cost of eventual "tardive dyskinesia" damage in of up to 45% of subjects), Heath's implant showed how such an oscillating loop "fibrillating" in the dopamine circuits (a.) was probably the result of faulty cer ebellar pattern-recognition, since (b.) it can be abruptly interrupted whenever the cerebellum sends a different signal.

    The psychosis returned, however, if Heath's cerebellar inplant was incapacitated. The faulty recognition-pattern that was the template of the oscillation in the dopamine circuits--its strange attractor --still infected the cerebellum, like a persistent computer virus. On the other hand, in African medical tradition iboga was the treatment of choice, par excellance, for schizophrenia--because delusions vanish, and do not return. Like Klingsor's evil castle they are abolished, via so me kind of random recognition mechanism so intense that iboga-generated oscillations overpower competing brainwaves, cancel out the offending cerebellar template, and re-set cerebellar output.

    Even NEWSWEEK (see article, next page) was struck by the gnostic overtones of the Bwiti counterpart of the sacrament myth. P.K. Dick's description of the healing mechanism that defeats The Black Iron Prison--keeping in mind that he totally identifies VALIS with the true, lost Gnostic sacrament--is very specific:

    "VALIS [Iboga] had fired healing information....medical information. VALIS [Bwiti] approaches us in the form of the physician, and the age of injury, the Age of Iron, and the toxic iron splinter had been abolished.

    "And yet...the risk is potentially, always there. "It is a kind of terrible game. Which can go either way... There is a streak of irrational in the universe...

    "I remember something which the great physician of the Renaissance had discovered. Poisons, in measured doses, are remedies. Paracelsus was the first to use metals such as mercury as a medication. For this discovery--that measured use of poisonous meta ls as medications, Paracelsus has entered our history books. There is, however, an unfortunate ending to the great physician's life.

    "He died of metal poisoning.

    "So put another way, medications can be poisonous, can kill. And it can happen at any time.

    "Time is a child at play, playing draughts: a child's is the kingdom." As Heraclitus wrote twenty-five hundred ytears ago. In many ways this is a terrible thought. The most terrible of all. A child playing a game...with all life, everywhere." (VALIS, pps 178-9

    Einstein was wrong-- God does play dice with the universe. In a universe of quantum uncertainty, free will is the evolutionary optimum. According to Hobson and other sleep theorists, random activation of the cerebellar gait-centers during REM (See fig . 2, page left) is as important for forgetting , on the level of reflex, as the random cerebellar activity ofplaying is to original healthy development in children.

    Could ibogaine-induced REM-like activity be triggering or mimicking the brain's own natural 'chaotic' mechanism for interrupting and re-programing stereotypical routines? Both in Lotsof's addicts and among schizophrenics in Gabon, the effect was catastrophic rupture of their strange attractor --replacing their addictive craving or idee fixe , after treatment, with completely altered behaviors. But if a natural mechanism were involved, ibogaine might not be doing anything that different from wha t we experience every night when we have REM. It could be chaotic, but relatively safe, notwithstanding reports from Johns Hopkins of cerebellar damage at a high dose.

    The report was not quite finished when Dana's forty-one days of free room and board elapsed, and he was shipped back to Rikers, to be discharged. He mailed two copies of 11 chapters off to different lawyers, in the form a defendant's affidavit. The judge on his violation of probation had seemed inclined in December to let him go, but it was prudent to have something for him to read, just in case. Beal was sufficiently sure of the outcome, though, to get Bill Kunstler to appear Monday night at ACT UP , to invite the floor to get in on the final victory.

    At the hearing Judge Biehler was most impressed by the leniency of the Judge in Queens, together with a reminder that his earlier decision allowing defendent to travel and lobby federal authorities had resulted in fast-tracking a treatment break-throu gh for addiction. But what really startled him was when half the courtroom got up and left with the defendent, chanting "ACT UP!" He'd never totally believed it was a medical marijuana case until that moment. It was February 24th.

    Just before Dana's release a controversy broke out in ACT UP over using the phonetree for his court appearance. Resistance came from the usual 12-step crowd,together with those who saw drug user's rights as some kind of "outside agenda" as far as AIDS activism was concerned. But Beal and the harm reduction working group reckoned support would be highest when victory was announced at the next ACT UP meeting. They were anxious to get ACT UP to sign on to Harm Reduction Day, May 1st, by sponsoring the f inal medical marijuana rally in Washington Square Park. When it came up, with 5 minutes of discussion, at issue was whether to lend the ACT UP name to the working group's permit application, and so-on. When Dana pleaded that he be the last person in New York state to go to jail for medical marijuana, it passed 60/40, with about a third of the room abstaining. But the Parade coming down 5th Ave. was simply acknowledged in the motion as a "friendly demonstration"--subject to ACT UP discipline once it j oined the medical marijuana rally.

    Endorsement of the parade was deferred til later. What could be seen as cross-endorsement of the Black Treatment Coalition rally in Harlem or the NORML rally at the Partnership for a Drug Free America was too complicated for 5 minutes; and besides, ha rm reduction wanted time to negotiate support of the Lower East Side Needle Exchange for the Clean Needles rally against Herb Kleber and Joe Califano, at West 57th, the Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse.

    That negotiation turned out to be much more protracted than expected. Dan Raymond of LES felt that Clean Needles must be walled off from the whole issue of harm reduction for non-injection drug users, let alone Ibogaine. He didn't even accept Kleber' s pivotal role in beating back needle exchange under Bennett,Martinez and Bush as grounds for targeting CASA. Raymond wanted to conserve LES credibility for direct demonstrations against the government, later.

    Meanwhile, as Dana struggled to get a first version of this report into print, certain folks began a whispering campaign claiming that ACT UP had been tricked into supporting the annual parade, which clearly had been presented as a friendly event in the motion passed March 1st. Publication of the first version of this report, which makes its share of criticisms of Ibogaine's detractors, via the literature table at the ACT UP T&D meeting, was followed by several angry blasts in anonymous diatribes left on the ACT UP table on subsequent Mondays, claiming that ACT UP's name was being used without authorization, that Ibogaine was an "outside agenda," the medical marijuana was a trick, and so-on. Ultimately when May 1st came back up for an action updat e at the beginning of April, Dan rose to disavow the 57th St. Clean Needles demonstration on behalf of the LES needle exchange. But by that time it had been decided not to ask for endorsement of the Parade. Then Dan contacted New Yorkers for Drug Policy R eform, telling them CASA had reversed its opposition to Needle Exchange. New Yorkers dropped out as sponsor of the 57th St. event, which was done by ICASH.

    Discussion within the Treatment & Data Committee had shown the Floor might not be ready to suppport civil rights for drug users--even though the Public Health validity of this position was clear in theory. The floor was fearful, skitterish--upset by t he death of ACT UP spokesperson Bob Rafsky. When May 1st came back up for discussion once more before the event, the best way to respond to one misinformed query was to explain that another group, not satisfied with a harm reduction/Stop the Drug War focu s, had gone so far as to schedule a competing "20th Annual Pot Parade" May 8th. But the May 1st event was in fact the successor to 20 years of rallies on the first Saturday of May. The issues had changed, and nomatter how much May 8th organizers promised people free weed to get them to leave the medical marijuana rally, the attempt to resurrect a bygone formula on May 8th was doomed. They even profited from the word on the street that the May 1st rally had gone on unmolested by the cops, but they only su cceeded in piling 50% more people in a smaller space, where one fight was enough to cause a stampede--almost a race riot. The May 8th organizers and their backers lack the sensitivity of the Rock Against Racism crew on how to put on an event in New York C ity.

    In contrast, May 1st was an organizing success, with good media for Ibogaine and important contacts made among undergraduates at Columbia University--Herb Kleber's back yard. The student underground at Columbia had just lost the final struggle to save the Audubon Ballroom. And the problem of heroin on campus was such that stories were appearing in the Manhattan Spirit about undergraduates running to cop at 110th and Amsterdam Ave. Noah Potter, a member of the BC-STAC 7 (undergraduates busted for o ccupying a campus building to protest demolition of the Audubon), came up with idea of sponsoring a treatment for the campus junkie featured in the Spirit article. Dana thought it would be great to embarass Kleber by treating a notorious case of addictio n right under his nose.

    But Howard and NDA weren't particularly interested in this angle. They agreed to treat the kid from Columbia, but they'd promised exclusive coverage of their next treatment junket to the Netherlands to a writer for the New York Times Magazine, and t hey were far more interested in their upcoming Day One special, scheduled to air nationwide on ABC June 8th. The kid, just graduated from Columbia, could get his life handed back to him, but he would have to get his medical workup together.

    At least as far as ACT UP was concerned, the Harm Reduction Working group had succeeded, in the year since Califano and Kleber refused to meet, in exposing them as Drug War strategists intent on co-opting AIDS as an issue. The problem was that Herb Kl eber was house expert for the networks and NEW YORK TIMES underCASA's arrangement with the Partnership for a Drug Free America. And Kleber's position was that Ibogaine had never been subjected to double-blind trials, and that in the absence of more data, clinical trials were unwarranted.

    Harm Reduction jumped at the chance, then, presented by the awards dinner of the Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse at the Hotel Pierre. Jim Burke, head of the Partnership and Chairman of CASA, was having awards presented to himself and his broth er, Dan Burke (head of Cap Cities/ABC), by Barbara Walters and Joe Califano, and charging very rich people $500-a-plate to be there. A zap was announced at ACT UP, but before it actually went ahead, on the morning of June 2nd, Dana called up Deborah Kopak in, assistant producer of the Day One special set to be aired the next Monday. She felt tit-for-tat retaliation by high ABC brass--scrubbing the special because of the demonstration--was imposssible, but said call back Friday.

    The zap--signs and leafleting--materialized perfectly, peaking with people stationed on all the approaches to the Hotel Pierre just as maximum numbers of guests were mobbing the doors. Before the cops even got there, the cream of CASA's big donors wer e hit with fact-sheets outlining Kleber's obstructions of Ibogaine and refusals to meet with ACT UP. Some time in the middle of the week, the Day One special was reviewed by top brass at ABC. When Dana reached Deborah again on Friday, she said she was sh ocked--shocked--that a fact-check had revealed 2 of the addicts in the piece had done drugs again. Dana was silent for a long moment. Everyone had always told Day One relapse was a fact of life in most cases. The Day One special was put on hold, indefini tely.

    Beal could handle the jibes of cynics who blamed the cancellation on the zap. He was a lot more concerned that the treatment team, now already in Europe, might be pissed off and refuse to treat the kid from Columbia. But he didn't believe Howard would do anything that unethical. Over the week-end, however, Howard called him back and said that the kid's EEG showed a previously-unsuspected propensity for epilepsy. The doctors in the Netherlands wanted a new EEG, or the treatment was off. The Columbia g raduate could not believe this was a problem--he'd never had a history of epilepsy, at all. He insisted on going ahead without all his paperwork, hoping he could make contact with Howard and persuade him to go ahead with the treatment.

    The result was a complete bust--literally. The kid ended up getting busted forloitering in Rotterdam while waiting to make contact with Nico. He never did get to the treatment site. Instead Sisko called No. 9 and read Beal the riot act. In the end Si sko had to come to Rotterdam and babysit the kid til his flight back to the U.S., where he promptly vanished for 3 weeks into the druggie underground up at Columbia, before getting a needle removed from his esophagus (!), and checking himself into a conv entional de-tox up in Massachusettes.

    [When he got out, though, he didn't promptly relapse -- not completely. In preparation for the aborted treatment, he'd read the original twelve-chapter version of this Report, and viewed the Nico tape. He'd been exposed to enough Ibogaine Information to get the Idea, to get the essential message -- "If you are resisting suffering, you suffer more" -- and to understand that the real challenge isn't getting off, but staying off. By the end of August, on his own, he designed his own plan, working two shifts a day, 28 days a month, reprogramming his cerebellum with a straight job, and paying off his student debt in two years. At the end of that time he'd been drug-free for two years. So his Rotterdam quest was not in vain.]

    In reality, Lotsof had far more substantial reasons not to do the treatment--reasons Dana didn't find out about until 3 weeks later. It turned out all the treatments with Bastiaans were suspended. One of Dr. Baastians' own patients--who 167 had not been subjected to the screening of the ICASH protocol--was a German female heroin addict, about 23, whose mother had sought out Baastian's psychiatric services for her daughter--in reality, of course, because he was the other gate-keeper for Iboga ine treatments. The catch was that the daughter never would have gotten past ICASH intake, because she didn't really want to quit. She smuggled heroin into the treatment. Twentytwo hours after an initial dose of 1800 milligrams and 17 hrs after a 600 mg. booster dose, when she was basically recovered and could go to the bathroom unaccompanied, she sat in the toilet and tried to do what Geerte had done in Utrecht--smooth out the end of the Ibogaine with a little smack. Her reaction demonstrated that the morphine/Ibogaine interaction (in line with Glick's findings, cite.) may vary drastically over time. She came out of the bathroom, lay down on the bed, and inside a couple of minutes lapsed into a classic heroin overdose (according to Bob Sisko, who w as paraclinician on watch at 4 am in the morning), with respiratory distress, etc.

    "Medications can be poisonous, can kill. And it can happen at any tiime. Time is a child at play...with all life, everywhere..." The main danger with Ibogaine is uncontrolled drug interactions, especially with amphetamines and opiates. [Additionall y, experienced addicts know the highest risk of heroin overdose comes at the very first use after a prolonged abstinence--and the effect of Ibogaine in many ways resembles a prolonged de-tox.]

    Lotsof, unwilling to submit clients to body-searches, decided to suspend all treatments until he could get government authorization for controlled administration of narcotics to addicts right up until the morning of treatment, so this situation coul d never recur.

    Later, Sisko read Dana a passage from PIKAL, by Sasha Shulgin, which threw an additional light on the differing symptomology of heroin overdose and the deaths that occcur once in a great while with the use of Iboga among the Bwiti:

    "...I'd had an extraordinary day on peyote. and I'd had an encounter with what I called the death door, and that it was beautiful and friendly, but I wasn't tempted to go through it because I knew it wasn't time and there was still a lot I wanted t o do. I said I'd wondered ever since what might happen to someone who saw the way out of life and was tempted; what would happen if he actually went through, or tried to go through?

    "She stared at me and said that, as a matter of fact, she had an answer--at least, she could tell me what happened to one of her clients at the clinic who did just that. She was sitting beside his cot when, apparently, he saw the exit and decided to go through it. What she saw was a young guy lying there, who had stopped breathing. She called out to him, and when he didn't respond, she tried to find his pulse and there wasn't any. He was in clinical death, she said. She dashed out to get help. By the time the staff people got back to him with the injection and whatever to kick his heart back to life, he'd been dead for three minutes.

    "Eve said that, as they rushed through the door, he opened his eyes. He was back. After all the panic had died down, he told her that he'd seen the opening and wanted to go through it, and did, and he got in a place where an entity of some sort told hi m very firmly, but kindly, that he wasn't allowed to stay because it wasn't his time to die, and he was going to have to go back and stick around until it was the proper time. Then--Zap!--he was waking up on the cot with peoplerunning into the room, brand ishing hypodermics and stuff.

    "He also told her he would never again consider cutting his life short, and that he certainly wouldn't have any fear of death, when it was time to go. One of the things Eve concluded was that there must be some kind of--ah- -Overseer part of us that kee ps an eye on things, so to speak. Shesaid she'd never talked about the incident outside the clinic before, especially not to other psychiatrists, needless to say.!" (PIKAL, pps. 294-295)

    The geometry of the opening, or doorway, is remarkably consistent, regardless of how the NDE is accessed. It's dimensions are 1/.618034: Fibonacci's constant. The "golden ratio" of the Greeks, which lurks in chaotic phenomena from spiral nebulae down to the spiral patterns of conch shells. According to Goutarel (See appendix, page 194), the Mitsogho say each Bwiti initiate approaches it two times, on the day of his initiation and on the day of his death. The characteristic strange attractor of the m oment of ultimate rupture? The rectangle of Parmenides.
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    Chapter 15 Molliver's Travels

    Behind the scenes, as is often the case, the postponement of the Day One Ibogaine story was being dictated by other agendas and other schedules. In April, unbeknownst to Lotsof or the treatment activists, the FDA and NIDA huddled to sort out a plan t o deal with the unprecedented publicity of the Day One special. They set a date of August 25th for a formal hearing of the full FDA Advisory Panel on Substance Abuse as to Deborah Mash's Investigational New Drug (IND) Application. Once that hearing was scheduled, there was a temptation built-in for Day One Producers to keep the Ibogaine story in the can, and peg the air-date to the news-interest around August 25th. Even if NIDA, in the person of Frank Vocci, hadn't sincerely believed any delay by the m edia was in the best interest of the project (the longer thereby to put off potential anti-psychedelic backlash), it was highly unlikely that Herb Kleber and CASA would not have found out independently and advised ABC brass of the new timetable.

    Treatment activists were among the last to find out-- not until the end of June did Vocci and Lee Cummings tell Beal of the August hearing. After the Hotel Pierre zap, which Beal and Johann Moore recounted in delightful detail to the floor of ACT UP a s they announced their next action--a zap of the FDA/NIDA on July 6--Amy Bauer objected that only floor-approved zaps were supposed to get meeting-time. So at the next meeting, enough people were fed up with two years of talk and still no addict access, and the July 6th zap passed, 38 to 27, with a third of the floor abstaining.

    Far more important was Dana's decision, amidst the uncertainty surrounding the failure of the treatment of the kid from Columbia, to quit ducking the Molliver toxicity data and get to the press with it first--but as evidence of a new, cerebellar mecha nism of addiction instead of an indication of danger in humans. Another writer, Richard Alan Miller, had already gotten the basic story into print, in the eco-journal GREEN EGG, obviously after reviewing Goutarel's monograph (See Appendix, page 194). He wrote the following, under "Possible Mechanisms":

    "Some new theories have recently been proposed, based on EEG readings of patients undergoing ibogaine treatment\ in clinical situations.

    "Normally, the stages of wakefulness of the human brain are: normal waking state, NREM (slow wave or deep) sleep, PGO (pontogeniculo-occipital waves, and REM (rapid eye movement or paradoxical) sleep. REM sleep is the period where most dreams occur. P GO waves are considered to be the principle coding tool that acts at the cortical level in recording thegenetic/epigenetic acquisition necessary for the individuation of the human brain. In other words, it is the software-writer aspect of the Self. 170

    "In Ibogaine therapy, while the patient is in the near-death dream state, the PGO brain pattern has been found to overlap the standard low alphoid brain state. This precipitates fundamental shifts in instinctual learning patterns, possibly the underly ing cause of ibogaine's erasure of addictive behavior patterns.

    "In addition, through random activation mechanisms, PGO waves eliminate from certain types of neuronal networks an informational overload linked to pathological behavior, thus "cleaning out the neuronal circuitry." REM sleep apparently includes a sort ing-out and disposal process of the "residues" stirred up by the PGO wave sleep pattern. The actual dream state could be considered the "reboot" of the personality rewrite.

    "In essence, ibogaine allows one to reconfigure the genetic and cultural programming one receives at birth, much like changing the config-sys file of a computer. The REM aspect then reboots the consciousness patterns with a new autoexec.bat file for habits, needs, and the manner in which one approaches desires.

    "In humans, the oneiric effects which are produced by hallucinogens do not enable us to approach the dream mechanisms directly. These two phenomena (dreams and halluncinations) cannot be linked together as one item. The principal difference between th em resides in the way in which the stages of wakefulness are organized, with the suppression of REM sleep and the intrusion of PGO waves into the arousal (waking) stage and in NREM (or slow) sleep.

    "The post ibogaine therapy organization of consciousness becomes: waking (arousal) stage, stage of PGO waves, hallucination stage, and then the sleep stage. It is possible that hallucinatory manifestations in combination with the waking dream eliminat es residuals stirred up by the PGO wave pattern in the absence of REM sleep.

    "According to the Mitsogho tribe, the initiate will see the Bwiti only twice in his life, on the day of his initiation and one the day of his death. This means that the visions at the approach of death are the same as those termed "normative visions," as when at the time of dying, some individuals see their whole life pass before them. In those who are rescued from death, a spectacular transformation is observed. They no longer fear death; they feel stronger, more optimistic, calmer, and contemplate their life more positively.

    "This is precisely what was described by the heroin addict described above after hisibogaine treatment. He felt that God had appeared before him and shown him a series of visions on how he arrived at addiction to heroin. Once he emerged from the dream stage, he no longer felt as if he were the same person--because he was not the same person.

    "A more detailed description is needed of the precise form of dream therapy, an important aspect of the initiation of the Bwiti of the Fang. The ibogaine offers a hallucinatory tool for assisting the effectiveness and efficiency of current dream thera py protocols. The added structure of a virtual-space type of platform for the therapist to act as a (shaman) guide is described in a paper called "VR Therapy" by Iona Miller." (GREEN EGG, p. 37, Summer '93)

    Howard had wanted to downplay the implications of Molliver's discovery of a cerebellar site of action because it involved findings of ibogaine toxicity, and Howard had unpublished data from Miami showing no toxicity in primates. However, inasmuch as s erious damage in Molliver's rats was only occurring at sub-lethal doses, Beal couldn't see any reason not to point out that early paraclinical171

    observations of a REM-like mechanism of action with Ibogaine--as well as the effect he was predicting in the gait centers--would be dramatically confirmed if Ibogaine acted on the cerebellum, the seat of movement, coordination and reflex. Just because Molliver had located the cerebellar site by deliberately inducing cell damage with a sublethal dose was no reason to sit on the revolutionary implications of his discovery.

    So it was without any inkling as to the Aug. 25th FDA hearing date, or the suspension of treatments in Holland due to a heroin O.D., that Dana sent his new report to science writers who'd gotten the previous volume at NEWSWEEK and the BALTIMORE SUN, along with the story line-- "Ibogaine Reveals New Mechanism of Addiction." Both writers had previously indicated interest, pleading that their plates were too full at the time. With an article on Howard appearing in the June OMNI, however, the time was no w ripe. Basic interviews were all done with both NEWSWEEK and the SUN before either the August 25 hearings or heroin O.D. became known, and Dana, after ascertaining Ibogaine was not the cause of the death, decided to honor the exclusive of the NEW YORK T IMES MAGAZINE writer who'd been covering that set of treatments. His discussion with Vocci, who refused to meet July 6th, produced nothing either to justify calling off the July 6th zap or changing the articles set to appear in NEWSWEEK and the SUN.

    A day before the NIDA/FDA zap Dana, David Goldstein and Noah Potter met with O'hearn and Molliver at Johns Hopkins. Mark Molliver, from experiments with harmaline tremor 20 years earlier, suspected that Ibogaine must be working in the inferior oli ve, a kind of knot on the brainstem that branches directly up into the inside of the cerebellum. As Molliver explained it, the olivo-cerebellum was in effect one formation. What he'd discovered (See illustration,) was that excitation of the olive by Ibogaine triggered the rhythmic firing, lasting many hours, of a layer of unusually well-shielded super-switcher cells in the cerebellum, called Purkinje cells. Purkinjes are completely interconnected with synaptically rich olivo-cerebel lar climbing fibers which project from the inferior olive.

    In rats treated with a sublethal dose of Ibogaine (100 mg-per-kg, or about 80% of the L.D.50), sustained rhythmic firing of these Purkinje cells caused prolonged tremor and loss as many as 10-15% of Purkinjes. Earlier researchers lacked the sophistica ted technique to detect the effect--because it appeared in very narrow stripes running from front to back in the centralvermis between the right and left hemispheres of the cerebellum. Molliver believes each stripe is, in effect, an individual parallel processor module. The vermis controls the vestibular sense--balance--which would explain the trunkal ataxia (difficulty in standing, coupled with a strong urge to lie down) human addicts experience during the initial phase of the treatment.

    The positive news was that Purkinje cell loss in rats was not a direct toxic effect of Ibogaine, but a secondary, excito-toxic effect. Ibogaine action in the olive was triggering over-production of a natural neuro-transmitter in the Purkinjes, whic h were apparently firing until they died-- a case of death by overstimulation. But no direct toxicity was occurring in the inferior olive, and it wasn't until after the Ibogaine wore off that Purkinjes would start to degrade and leave vacuoles (pits). Thi s lag made Molliver and O'hearn hopeful some blocker could be found that could limit the damage without blocking Ibogaine's anti-addictive effect. If some cell death turned out to be necessary to erase the template of addiction from the cerebellum, as Mol liver at first suspected, he thought a second drug that stopped tremor might block the worst of it.

    One thing Molliver and O'hearn were pretty sure of was that a 5-methoxy group projecting like a key from the upper lefthand side of the Ibogaine molecule specifically "fits the lock"--the receptors in the inferior olive, which activate the cerebellum . But the key difference of Ibogaine from harmaline, when compared side-by-side (See below.) is the perpendicular "porch" on the lower right of theIbogaine molecule; Dana proposed that this must be the part of the molecule responsible for the property of weakly binding to the kappa opiate receptor, which (according to Glick) harmaline does not share. There was discussion of whether the kappa receptor might be involved with the mechanism of the "opium dream"--as distinct from opiate anal gesia produced by mu opiate receptor agonists like methadone--and whether by occupying kappa receptors, the well-known potentiation of opiates by Ibogaine would be accomplished by "freeing up" opiate to occupy more mu receptors.

    Dana, remembering descriptions of Ibogaine's characteristic "oscillating" effect during onset, kept asking O'hearn and Molliver if some form of oscillating brainwave activity might not be the mechanism of "cerebellar reset." Molliver a-greed that if the anti-addictive property turned out not to be due to the equivalentof pharmaco-chemical psycho-surgery, the REM-like mechanism suggested by Gouta-rel and the French would be the next logical explanation. As to the role of PGO waves, he explained they were apparently evidence of neural perception of light.

    But Dana was also remembering something else--something Bob Sisko had said about the hot and cold flashes and sweats Nico perceived as withdrawal symptoms--diminished but still present--as his first Ibogaine treatment was wearing off. "Sweats, hot a nd cold flashes-- are also side-effects of the Ibogaine," said Sisko. "He was just feeling the Ibogaine." If the physical symptoms were the same, must not the brainwave activity be very similar? In wave mechanics there is a phenomena where two closely-mat ched wave fronts heterodyne, cancelling each other out. Otherwise-- "Where do the withdrawal symptoms go?"

    Dana's working hypothesis was that human brain architecture differs enoughfrom rats so that instead of tremor and cell damage, Ibogaine excitation is shunted into the REM circuits, the natural mechanism of nightly tremor and cerebellar "forgetting." S o instead of a model of selective cell-destruction, Dana's basic premise was that a REM-like random activation mechanism triggers or promotes the same kind of healing that takes place when a stroke victim learns to use remaining brain capacity to replac e missing function--an effect not to be interfered with, although it would still be helpful to find something that would block any cell-breakdown after Ibogaine wore off. The big question was whether a level of excitation might be found that would revers e addiction without causing over-stimulation.

    Molliver and O'hearn agreed the focus should be finding a "window" between the lowest effective dose and the dose level where Purkinjes start breaking down, but were not too optimistic. Individual cells were still being lost (less than 1%, but still detectably) at 25 mg.-per-kg. Wasn't oral Ibogaine less toxic than i.v.? No, as a matter of fact the effect of 25 mg-per-kg oral Ibogaine slightly more damaging than i.v., because it hung around longer in the body, and the tremor lasted longer. Molliver felt the degree of cerebellar damage in rats seemed to coincide with length of tremor. His most interesting aside, in reaction to the news that Kaposi's patients were getting some speedlike effect with their vinblastine, was his thought that the Ibogaine -like half of the vincristine or vinblastine might be having psychoactive effects distinct from the lower, toxic moiety. (See page below)

    The leaflet zap and picket the next day, July 6, was 3 times the size of the original action in 1991. It had significant support from Philly ACT UP for the first time. And virtually every worker in the building got an open letter to Dr. Curtis Wright of FDA Pilot Drug asking why, if it was permissible to give vinblastine--an Ibogaine cogener but 40 times more toxic--to treat Kaposi's Sarcoma, it wasn't kosher to use Ibogaine to keep addicts from contracting or transmitting AIDS to begin with.Jonatha n Bor from the BALTIMORE SUN came and left before everybody gottogether at 11 AM for a real ACT UP moving picket. But he interviewed Paul Morcone, owner--"and also a client"--of three methadone clinics, who wanted to give all his clients the Ibogaine opt ion. Before it was over, Terry Toigo of FDA AIDS Coordination came down and asked for a meeting between ACT UP and Curtis Wright.

    The ACT UP side was all for a meeting, but later rather than sooner, so they could ask questions after they were better briefed on the run-up to the hearings Aug. 25. During the delay, in one of those typical twists of Ibogaine coincidence, the NEW YORK TIMES published a story (see preceding pages, 175-76 by Sandra Blakeslee, "Mystery of Sleep Yields as Studies Reveal Immune Tie," which threw some unexpected light on the oft-observed rapid healing effect of Ibogaine. What she dis cussed were new findings--that in auto-immune disorders, the normal synchronicity is disrupted, of the deep sleep wave with a rhythmic contraction of the intestine and the rise and fall of certain sleep-inducing cytokines such as tumor necrosis factor (T NF). And since--as Molliver had explained at the very first meeting--all such rhythmic brainwave activity is generated by the cerebellum, what this all suggested was that something that resets the cerebellum might have a role in fighting AIDS. Especial ly since the inferior olive, site of Ibogaine action, functions as the cerebellum's "clock." Then on August 9th, the BALTIMORE SUN published the first story to explain--not just effects of Ibogaine on the dopamine receptors of Glick's rats--but the new , cerebellar mechanism of addiction suggested by Molliver and O'hearn's work at Johns Hopkins. (See story, pages 179-80) [Authenticating the information-burst as it were (in terms of VALIS... or Bwiti), a quote from Adam Nodelmann on his Ibogain e visions of the assassinations of the Kennedys, King and Malcolm X coincidentally (synchronistically) makes it into print.]

    With things heating up nicely, Dana requested the presence--as ARC medical affairs officer and the only person with comparative information on the efficacy of other addiction medications and Ibogaine--of Carlo Contoreggi. He ended up instead with Vocc i and Grudzinskas for NIDA, and having to ask them to bring Carlo. But he got a meeting for activists with FDA/NIDA on standards of approval for Ibogaine almost 2 hours long--and just a week before August 25th.

    Best of all, the day before the meeting, the second story on Ibogaine and the new mechanism of addiction appeared in NEWSWEEK. (See page 162). Dana handed out color xeroxes to Vocci, Grudzinskas, Contoreggi, and for FDA, Curtis Wright, Dan Spiker, Belinda Hayes, Corinne Moody and Nancy Stanisec. Present for ACT UP besides Dana were Vic Hernandez, Dr. Iris Long, David Goldstein, Jeff Eberhardt and Kiyoshi Kuromiya.

    The ACT UP side pushed for an immediate parallel track process for NIDA MDD's own Phase II trials, on the assumption Aug 25th Hearings would allow research in some form to go forward. Besides reiterating ACT UP's position that Ibogaine toxicity be c ompared with vincristine and vinblastine, Dana said this problem should be looked at anew to see if there was a common neuro-mechanism of action -- by including a small number of HIV-positive addicts with KS in NIDA Ibogaine trials. He proposed that a sm all interagency task force under a clinician (he nominated Carlo) be set up with all necessary authority, to meet night and day, working on nothing but Ibogaine.

    The big counter-argument from the government was their own spectacular disaster with FAIU, a chemotherapy that at first seemed to show promise in clearing hepatitis virus from the body completely. It was safe in dogs, but fatally toxic in humans, who lacked a protective enzyme dogs have. Half the subjects in the first human trial required emergency liver transplants, and several died. Of course it could be equally true that Ibogaine was safe in primates, and toxic only in rats. But NIDA MDD felt there were still too many uncertainties about Ibogaine in humans. Nonsense, said Vic--get ethnobotanists in with data on human use in Africa. Jeff said most of NIDA's problems could be surmounted by doing a large, simple Ibogaine trial.

    The showdown came one week later, in the ballroom of a Holiday Inn in Silver Spring. Preliminary research in animals had produced tantalizing evidence of genuine addiction interruption, but toxicity findings had held up clinical trials for a year- -and might well doom further testing in humans. The FDA hearings in Aug. 25th were covered by dozens of media including ABC Day One, Los Angeles Times, UPI, AP, The New York Times Magazine, CBS National Newsradio, CNN and the NBC Nightly News, along with other Washington, D.C. print and electronic media. The Press Table outside listed more than two dozen names.

    The entire FDA Advisory board was present, as well as representatives of various divisions of NIDA and ARC. The NIDA/FDA medical bureaucracy had its own roped off area in the audience of about three hundred seats. Harm reduction groups including th e D.C. and Philly needle exchanges, ICASH, and ACT UP activists from four cities were there---along with NDA International, their lawyers, consultants, as well as a "who's who" of independent Ibogaine researchers--everyone who counted was there to decide the future of Ibogaine.

    As the principles began to sit around the U-shaped table and the audience filled in, the room took on an electric intensity. The activists were up first, with a series of appeals that Curtis Wright later was to admit made the difference in a very clos e decision. Dana Beal, the first to speak, succeeded in framing the issue with a cogent appeal to apply the same safety standard as vincristine or vinblastine --and let Ibogaine research go forward. Vic Hernandez questioned the basis of putting the origi nal IND on hold at all. Iris Long presented data on the devastating spread of AIDS among women via addiction. Jon Paul Hammond of Philadelphia made anemotional appeal on behalf of needle exchangers: use Ibogaine to make treatment on demand a reality. Jeff Eberhardt handed out a Medication Development Scorecard (see chart, page 182), showing the failure of NIDA's other potential treatments to pan out in testing. Bob Sisko delivered a plea on behalf of ICASH to reconcile harm reduction and demand reductio n with Ibogaine. Howard Lotsof made an impassioned statement for NDA on human rights.

    Then came Belinda Hayes of the FDA, who presented the basic FDA version of the data on Ibogaine. As the hearing unfolded, Glick, Sershon and the independent researchers presented well-designed studies showing efficacy, while MDD animal researchers l ike Steve Dworkin demonstrated the inability of the standard agonist/antagonist model even to measure the interruption effect as distinct from the ataxia.

    But the major controversy was the findings of Molliver and O'hearn in rats, versus Deborah Mash and Sanchez-Ramos in primates. The high point of the morning came with the presentation by Mark Molliver of his findings on cerebellar toxicity. His larg e, color slides showed that Ibogaine toxicity in the cerebellum of rats, which was significant at 100 mgs.-per-kg, appeared to fall off logarithmically, so that Purkinje-loss at 25 mgs.-per-kg. was not even 1% ("You can count the individual cells lost, " said Molliver later.) Yet the level of damage at the higher dose seemed impressive, and ACT UP conceded that 16-18 mg.s.-per-kg. was actually more like the standard dose for addicts--an estimate that stuck with the press.

    The turning point that morning was when Curtis Wright asked Frank Vocci if they were not in fact in possession of as much pre-clinical data as is usual when an IND is approved. Vocci answered unhesitatingly, "Yes."

    After lunch there was a break for Patricia Broderick and Mikhael Dzoljic to present their data--Dzoljic acheived 80% reductions in cocaine intake in rats by determining that the correct regimen of Ibogaine administration was weekly, not daily. During a break just afterwards, Dzoljic confessed puzzlement over the exaggerated concern for a few cerebellar cells--"We lose that many to wear and tear every day."

    The day-long event peaked in intensity late in the afternoon when Deborah Mash presented the Miami primate findings, which directly controverted the findings of Molliver and O'hearn in rats. Deborah Mash's primates showed nocerebellar damage. Urine and blood samples showed none of the telltales of cell damage. But her test group was small--three animals--her slides were not as big and convincing, and you had to ask if she'd looked in precisely the right place: along the back-to-front "stripes" wh ere cerebellum joins together between its right and left hemispheres--along thevermis . Also the monkeys had been sedated with ketamine before Ibogaine administration. Still, in the Miami primates Ibogaine tremor--reallyverging on ataxia--was much short er and less pronounced than in the rat (she observed rats may be "exquisitely sensitive" to Ibogaine). These findings actually swayed Molliver and O'hearn, making them somewhat more inclined to think Ibogaine might be safe in primates, but then she asked if he would estimate Purkinje loss at 100 mg-per-kg. in his rats at 10-15%. Somehow that was the figure that stuck in people's minds.

    Then it was Sanchez-Ramos's turn to present neurological observations on the two addicts whose treatments he'd witnessed in January in Lyden. Both had a neurologic deficit before treatment. Again, it was Wright who asked Sanchez-Ramos to repeat wh ether one of the two treatments he witnessed in Holland hadn't indeed resulted in apparent interruption of a 40 mg. daily methadone habit. "Without apparent withdrawal," he repeated. But ACT UP wasn't allowed to ask Sanchez-Ramos to amplify another off- handed observation-- about the disappearance of a facial tic during the other Ibogaine treament. He seemed to imply animal and human research with Ibogaine would uncover novel neuro-behavioral aspects of habit formation in addiction and other inappropr iate cerebellar reflexes--and that this understanding might even lead to treatments of movement disorders like Tourette Syndrome and Parkinson's Disease.

    At the climax of the afternoon, one of the panelists asked if any addicts present who'd been treated could have a chance to comment. Bob Sisko from ICASH rose and gave his most impassioned argument yet for the accelerated introduction of Ibogaine. Yet , when the Advisory Panel began with their own statements, an intense argument broke out on the significance and ramifications of the toxicity results of Molliver and O'Hearn--whether FDA should permit Phase I human experiments. A collective decision was necessary. Cicero, a psychiatrist, adamantly opposed human research. So did the neuroscientist, Ricaurte, arguably the leading expert on Serotoninergic degeneration. Both Cicero and Larry Brown of the ARTC in Brooklyn got the 10-15% damage-level mixed up with the therapeutic dose--expressing nervousness at addicts having to take it as frequently as every 4 months. On the other hand, the consumer advocate present said the people she was representing would all be dead before Ibogaine became available. Now the advocates of going forward began to speak out. But questions arose for Deborah Mash and the Miami team which they could only answer by presenting still-unpublished data. The open portion of hearing was now ended, and the Advisory Committee went in to executive session, to make its final decision in secret. New York ACT UP repaired in disgust to eat at a nearby Silver Spring diner.

    When they got back to the Holiday Inn, they connected with Lotsof and Mash on the way up to the NDA suite to watch themselves on Tom Brokaw. It was apparent some approval had been given, but not enough. Only later did ACT up learn that projected doses of 5, 10 and 25 mg.-per-kg. had been cut down to 1, 2 and 5 mg.-per-kg. Or that the population of the Miami experiment was limited to thosewho had already previously done Ibogaine safely. In addition a novice reporter covering the hearings picked up and r epeated the panel's errors about a 10-15% loss of Purkinje cells with Ibogaine in the LOS ANGELES TIMES wireservice story. This prompted Mark Molliver to fire off a letter requesting a correction which characterized the loss at the therapeutic level as "v ery slight." The only break was that the following Monday, August 30, ABC finally aired the Day One Special. It had LSD footage from the '60's--but AIDS had been edited out.

    Toward the end of the next week Dana got an excited call and a fax from Mark Molliver (see reproduction). As predicted, vincristine turned out to cause Purkin loss in the vermis of the cerebellum. Up to 80% during a typical course of chemo, in fact. And now Sandra Blakeslee's editors in the Science Section of the NEW YORK TIMES suddenly decided they wanted an Ibogaine article. Just xeroxing up a copy of this report on the ACT UP xerox machine caused a scene with office manager Walt Wilder, who cha rged it was all "social and political background"--not "scientific," (even though Sandra Blakeslee said that as background, it was "the best laid out in advance of any article she'd ever written.") In reality the report was the most effective weapon in t he harm reduction repertoire, but the only way Dana could insure continued access to the xerox was to go back to the floor for support.

    At this point Howard called up with incredible news. New studies were in which seemed to show more cerebellar loss with either cold turkey withdrawal ordelerium tremens from alcohol than with Ibogaine treatment--in fact, more with continued use of alcohol or coke than with Ibogaine. Sandra Blakeslee made a point of mentioning that in her article. But then every week, it was delayed. Just coincidence, but some other breaking science development kept bumping it.

    Dana phoned Molliver again, asking about the tremor of withdrawal. Withdrawal tremor is another excitotoxic feedback loop, perturbing the dopamine circuits, which control movement. Cold Turkey withdrawal zaps Purkinjes. Continued abuse zaps Purkinjes . The least loss is with Ibogaine, which is not paradoxical, given that it apparently eliminates withdrawal. Could Ibogaine be generating a "travelling wave" between the cerebellum and the pleasure pathway that matched the rotating feedback loop of wi thdrawal/craving closely enough to cancel it out? In that case, might the "very slight" Purkinje loss stem instead from the greatly reduced withdrawal syndrome still present during Ibogaine's waning phase?

    Molliver now felt that if Ibogaine activity was indeed REM-like, there might be no Purkinje cell loss in primates at all. To this Wright also added, in further phone conversation with Dana re the cerebellar hypothesis, that the FDA was aware of 1962 r eports in the SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN of abnormalities or lesions in the midline vermis of Harlow's monkey infants--those raised with nonmoving terrycloth "mothers"--who displayed the same characteristic "shy-aggressive" behavior that researchers of the Chica go Project later observed in preschoolers at risk for addiction.

    Shortly after the medical marijuana protest outside the HHS on Sept 7th, Dana announced to ACT UP that Harm Reduction was planning further protests at FDA/NIDA in November. Philly ACT UP agreed on a date of Nov. 14th for a weekend rally; work started on a leaflet for the great Midwest Harvest Festival. But before a final decision to go ahead, Harm Reduction decided to take up the NIDA and FDA offer of a further meeting, to see if enough concessions could be obtained to make the zap unnecessary. This produced not one but two additional meetings. The first was at Parklawn again, to get Vocci and Wright together with Dhoruba bin Wahad, to update prospects for a community-based Phase III Ibogaine trial in Harlem. But this quickly lead to an invitation to the Oct 28th design session for MDD's own Phase II trial at the Sheraton in Rockville.

    The meeting Oct 4 started late and Dhoruba was delayed, which gave Dana Beal and David Goldstein an opportunity to ask about the implications of the August 25th Advisory Committee decision. David Goldstein asked Curtis Wright to explain the exclusion criteria for Phase 1 human trials, especially the exclusion of women of child bearing age. Curtis briefly explained that these are only the initial parameters for the first group of human studies-- but that these had been decided by the FDA Advisory Boar d and they were firm.

    Dana Beal once again objected to the classification of Ibogaine as hallucinogenic, and suggested that a more accurate term might be stimulant-oeneirogen. Curtis explained that all psychoactive drugs legally could fall in only four categories: 1) sti mulant, 2) depressant, 3) narcotic, or 4) hallucinogenic. David Goldstein asked about the use of Nitrous oxide for narcotic withdrawal (7,000 people over 10 years) but Wright and Belinda Hayes indicated its status as a drug of abuse was a mark against it . Ibogaine, on the other hand, they now considered to have a low potential for abuse. Some discussion of community-based trials did go on even before Dhoruba got there. But all MDD funding for clinical trials for was tied up for at least a year finishing LAAM. The reason no independent Ibogaine project was necessary was because only the only other drugs they have under development are LAAM and buprenorphine.

    Wright did let drop one important reason Ibogaine is getting consideration: the danger of TB spreading via daily contact on the waiting lines for methadone. Then he launched into a discussion about the "Alkaline Lake Experiment." Alkaline Lake is an In dian Reservation in Canada with an 80% alcholism rate.Nothing was working, until two natives came along who benefited from the conventional 12-step therapy that was having no effect on the other reservation inhabitants. What these two designed was a new p rogram incorporating the history, myths, and spiritual traditions of their people. They started a movement that cut alcoholism at Alkaline Lake drastically. If Dhoruba could do something like that for Ibogaine, Wright thought it would improve the impact .

    In fact, Wright and Vocci were a lot happier discussing things years in the future than in having Carlo at the Addiction Research Center provide compassionate access for a few addicts right away . They were rife with suggestions of independent research ers who might be interested in filing INDs. Jean-Paul of Philadelphia ACT UP sat patiently for 40 minutes and finally exploded at Wright and Vocci-- that HIV transmission intervention can't wait, that the exclusion of PWA's was another stall. He was hea tedly impatient at the slow pace. The general discussion on these topics was tabled as Dhoruba arrived, a person Vocci and Wright were eager to meet.

    Dhoruba was interested in getting word out in the Black community about the FDA estimate on the probable lack of abuse liability of Ibogaine, which Frank Vocci conceded was relevant. Dhoruba felt Ibogaine would probably be acceptable to the community , but his initial concerns were that its use be community based, and cognizant of the social-revolutionary aspects, and that the sensitivity to medico-political ramifications was there to support the accelerated introduction of this new addiction treatm ent.

    When all was said and done, the only choice the government side seemed to leave the activists was to have them lobby Congress for more money for MDD. What was clear was that there was still no Ibogaine for addicts. The negotiators minus Dhoruba retu rned to the Monday night ACT UP meeting, where they asked the floor to follow the lead of Philly ACT UP and field one more demonstration Novermber 14th to protest further delays. It passed 15-to-one, with 4 abstentions and the proviso that a better flyer be brought back to the floor for approval. On Friday, Oct. 8th, Frank Vocci called Dana Beal and invited ACT UP to an open design session for phase one/phase two Ibogaine trials Oct 28th. The meeting was to be a more sedate affair, no press, a calm hot el lunch buffet where the participants had time to talk privately and exchange information and discuss issues. NIDA was following up the FDA's lead and opening up its process, but with the objective of coopting further protest.

    The day before, though, a highly irregular publication occured in the Wednesday N.Y. TIMES Health Section. Sandra Blakelee's article (bumped once again from that Tuesday's Science section by breaking developments with HIV receptors) materialized as a practical demonstration of how the Ibogaine coincidence factor tends to intervene in things-- as exactly the information to re-define the outcome. Finally... the first complete explanation of Molliver's findings and the cerebellar mechanism of addiction was present ungarbled (although Blakeslee repeated the mistaken analogy to psychosurgery instead of Hobson's theory of REM as cerebellar forgetting).

    To this meeting were invited treatment specialists with years of experience,in one case with 25,000 addicts, NIDA's in-house experts on hallucinogens, and the consultants who were still finishing work on LAAM and buprenorphine. The participants were presented with the draft protocol for a NIDA Phase I/II Trial, prepared by MDD scientists, for discussion and comments. The target date for start of the trials was May of 1994. Frank Vocci proposed the initial trials will be four treatment groups of 6 to 8 people.

    Mark Molliver did a mini-seminar on Ibogaine neuromorphology and function, answering all questions, and presenting new findings of faint traces of toxicity, showing secondary effect of the cerebellar excitation, in the thalamus and locus coeruleus. If Ibogaine was not in fact erasing addiction by very selectively targeting guilty Purkinjes--if the explanation, as Molliver put it, was an "other excitatory mechanism"--cerebellar excitation of the thalamus and locus coeruleus would be consistent with REM -like activity. And increasingly that began to look like the only explanation, as panelist after panelist rejected the selective chemical lesioning hypothesis as failing to account for the cerebellar damage already known to be caused by alcohol, for ins tance. Why wouldn't drinking "erase" the addiction of alcohol, if that were the process involved?

    Right after lunch Curtis Wright gave a presentation on the introduction of breakthrough science and the obstacles to and possibilities inherent in change. Through the late morning and into the afternoon, however, the discussion centered on whether the safety and effectiveness issues should be separated, The fellow leading the afternoon session was especially set on doing Phase I Trials with nonaddicts, despite the fact that the interaction of Ibogaine and the body chemistry of target group has to be studied if it's ever to go into addicts. Even after Mash and Sanchez-Ramos explained that the dose level run-up being discussed was the logical extendion of their Miami trial, there were objections to followup ("Just peeing in a bottle to follow up effect ," was the way Vocci put it). There was a perverse feeling that unless it was being given to non-addicts, any administration to addicts had to be double-blinded. (Several panelist kept bringing up LSD.)

    This split finally manifested itself around the issue of whether dose escalation should be cut off with the onset of ataxia. Howard Lotsof stated bluntly that addiction interruption had never occured without ataxia. This was the point when all the pre paration, the education embodied in the serendipitous publication the day before of Sandra Blakeslee's article (See article, next two pages.) , explaining the Ibogaine visualizations and the ataxia as "REM-like effects," paid off. The panel more or less agreed dose escalation in the first NIDA-sponsored trial in humans should not break off when ataxia started to appear.

    But Dana's plea to remember the larger context of AIDS otherwise failed to resonate. For the second time, he suggested NIDA run a comparative trial of Ibogaine and another apocynacaeus rain forest plant alkaloid which has been in contemporrary use by doctors in New Zealand to interrupt the narcotic withdrawal syndrome. Mitragynine from Mitragyna speciosa or kratom has a long history in Malaysia both as a plant of abuse and to detox addicts. A 4-methoxy substituted tryptamine, Mitragynine is a psyche delic, similar in action to Psilocin. But no one seemed interested in putting mitragynine on the list of medications to be evaluated for treatment of drug dependency. The consensus on that panel had heard the plea to respond to AIDS, but refused to cut an y corners.

    There was another problem. Neither Wright or Vocci possessed the power to negotiate ACT UP's broader harm reduction agenda. They could not discuss clean needles or a waiver to allow AIDS Buyer's clubs to supply medical marijuana. A meeting was needed with the higher-ups, and one way to get that was to go ahead with the Nov. 14th protest.

    Along about Wednesday in the week before the Harm Reduction rally, Nancy Stanisec called up and asked why there was a protest when they'd been so willing to meet. "What do you mean?" asked Dana. "We offered you the cure for crack, and you won't even l et us have a little marijuana for our friends with wasting syn-drome." He demanded to meet with Kessler, Gebbe, Lee Brown and the new head of NIDA, when one was appointed, on a broad harm reduction agenda.

    The demonstration on Sunday, Nov. 14 at the Parklawn building of NIDA/FDA, was largely a media success because of the coincidental appearance that morning of a medical marijuana article in the NEW YORK TIMES, placed onceagain weeks before by ACT UP Harm Reduction, with no inkling publication would be so synchronistic. The angle was a Hasidic Rabbi who defies civil authority to bring medical marijuana to the very sick in his community--a contact made as a kind of consolation prize for the Ibogaine c linic that never happened in Prague. Within days he would be on network talks shows. It made it hard to ignore that day's protest. 65 activists from medical marijuana, clean needle, and Ibogaine groups from five cities demonstrated, with coverage by 4 l ocal TV stations and one radio network. All assembled were also energized and entertained by the massive presence of the mobile Thomas K. Forcade Assault rock 'n roll soundstage, the legendary Rock Against Racism battlewagon, equipped with megawatt spe akers, and full recording capabilities, a serious symbol of activist organization. But although there were twice as many people as there'd been in July, the organizers were worried--there should have been hundreds.

    Sure enough, when Dana called Nancy Stanisec on Nov. 16th she said the Office of AIDS Coordination could not facilitate such a harm reduction meeting, and said we must contact Lee Brown, Gebe and so-on independently. The next day he put in one more c all, to Curtis Wright. He asked flat-out for a waiver equivalent to the needle exchange for medical marijuana. The FDA couldn't be trusted regulating herbs, Dana said, if they didn't clean up their act with cannabis. Wright said the problem was NIDA, that Marvin Schneider, their policy man on marijuana, was unwilling to sign on to anything that might "signal kids pot is okay." Wright said they were very concerned about the uptick of pot use among 8th graders. Dana replied the absence of a corresponding ri se in coke use showed harm reduction education was working; we need more explicit separation of soft from hard drugs--not less. The Dutch had a 40% reduction in their core addiction rate by separating out marjuana; if we could get 40% with Ibogaine it wou ld be a miracle drug. The fact that pot was competitive again with crack is an additional benefit .

    Wright seemed unconvinced. But then an interesting thing happened. ThatThursday, during the first day of the Drug Policy Foundation Conference at the L'Enfant Plaza Hotel, Ric Doblin was suddenly called away to a surprise two hour FDA meeting at the Parklawn Building, with Wright and Dan Spiker. It was such a surprise that Ric didn't even turn up for his own long-scheduled afternoon MAPs organizing workshop. A few people looking for the MAPS session instead found Dana and David Goldstein holding for th on ancient Gnosticism and Ibogaine. One of them turned out to be a sleep researcher and addictionologist from Milwaukee,Ed Friedrichs. When Dana got to the part about REM and healing, Friedrichs became very excited.

    "What you're saying exactly dovetails with my findings about REM and addiction. Most addicts have major sleep disorders, you know--many since childhood. They can't complete REM without waking up--so they never get the deep, post-REM slow wave sleep. I 've been giving them just enough desipramine and melaril to keep them from waking up--and some of them REM for days, but they get a good sleep for the first time and their withdrawal and craving abate.

    "The thing is, the body can't heal itself without the deep sleep that comes immediately after REM. I had a gal in the hospital, an ex-alcoholic with a history of d.t.'s. She was an AA councilor; all that coffee had given her an ulcer, and the y had her in to take out her stomach. Well, she couldn't sleep at all, and after 4 days spontaneously lapsed into delerium tremens. Once you've had d.t.'s, simple sleep deprivation can trigger a recurrence. On the fifth day her stitches popped out and he r wound came completely open. It never had a chance to heal."

    "So instead of REMing," said Dana, "she lapsed into an excito-toxic loop! Which blocked deep sleep, slow wave sleep, completely! After Ibogaine, people don't need REM at first. They awake completely refreshed each time after just a few hours of deep sleep. They have a REM surplus. And they appear to glow."

    "It's simple, really," continued Friedrichs. "The relationship between REM and healing is that deep sleep can't happen without successfully completion of REM. Healing doesn't happen without deep sleep."

    When Ric Doblin returned from his FDA meeting, he said that Curtis Wright had mentioned the ACT UP rally. They offered him two important concessions. First they agreed to approve marijuana as an herb, in line with their new standards for herbs, inste ad of a compound, requiring decades of study of 60 active ingredients and their interactions. Second, they agreed to consider an application for orphan drug status for marijuana, to provide $400,000 to pay for Doblin's comparative trial of marijuana versu s marinol at San Franscisco General.

    Why in a hundred years, we could have approval of practically every herb currently in use!
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  17. Richard_smoker

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    CHAPTER 16: The Passover Plot

    Three days after preliminary drafts of Chapters 14 & 15 were finished, Dana was thinking about the report from PIKAL, of the subject who went through "a door of light," and was clinically dead for 3 minutes on an psychedelic drug, only to sit up on the gurney being rushed to the emergency room. How long could someone be clinically dead and recover? he wondered.

    Quite a while, according to Day One producers. Fortuitously, when ABC finally ran its Ibogaine story, on the Monday after the FDA re-started the Miami IND, it was paired with a segment on people who are clinically
    dead and come back to life. (After so many months of juggling the Ibogaine story, for Day One programmers the NDE connection must have seemed natural.) As many as one fourth of the DOA's hitting the emergency rooms are actually still alive, suspended in extreme shock, their blood moving so slowly that circulation can only be detected by inserting a sophisticated catheter into the vein.

    This opening segment on the NDE featured interviews with people who were completely conscious throughout their ordeal. It fit in with the scenes of the Nganga, in the later Ibogaine segment, spooning root bark into the
    mouth of an initiate lolling, deathlike, in ataxia. To test to see if the dose is sufficient but not lethal, according to Goutarel, the Nganga would next determine if the extremities were sufficiently numb; an effect produced by the other Iboga alkaloids, but a good indicator of Ibogaine blood levels. ABC didn't show it, but Dana, reviewing it in his mind's eye, could visualize the Bwiti priest piercing the hand of the initiate with a sliver of wood. Once they're in the NDE, there's no pain, no jerk,
    no response.

    This revery, a few days before Christmas, was interrupted by a CNN report of a curious admission by the Pope: Christmas had been moved to December to coincide with Roman winter solstice holidays.* The real J.C. was born sometime in late September! What next, thought Dana? Papal confirmation of a Dickian Bible in which Daniel took Peganum harmala to foresee the final days before the fall of the Temple&shyp;in order to discern the intervention necessary to reverse history and re-establish Israel? P.K. Dick believed early Christians had a secret sacrament that enabled them to conquer time&shyp;to remember who they were thousands of years later in another body. But he never identified a particular drug, or related
    its mechanism of action to the crucifixion and resurrection.

    What would it take to be dead and revive&shyp;not after 3 minutes but
    a full day later?

    First Dana asked his friend Ilan Moishe whether the Hassidim had
    any tradition to the effect that Jesus accomplished his crucifixion and
    resurrection with the aid of a drug or drugs which put him into a
    near-death state long enough to fool the Romans.

    "Yes," said Ilan, "What we've been saying the whole time is that
    he was not Moshiach, but a magician." Bob Sisko added that a Jewish
    scholar of the New Testament named Hugh Schonfield had caused a big
    sensation in the 60's with a book laying out the argument, from Biblical
    analysis, for an actual physical basis for the resurrection. The
    Passover Plot became a best seller, part of the same milieu as Bishop
    Pike and Albert Hoffman's book on the Eleusinian mysteries. It depicted
    a Jesus firmly in charge, not only of his own fate but of
    history&shyp;combining the discipline of an Olympic athlete, techniques of a
    Buddhist monk, and a remarkable knack for scripting his Mission
    Impossible to fulfill prophetic gnosis:
    "What we chiefly note is that the plans of Jesus were laid with remarkable care for timing. He had singled out a particular Passover as the season when he would suffer, and had taken every precaution to ensure that he would not be arrested beforehand. During the first half of Passion Week, keeping himself in the public eye by conducting his activities in the Temple, he had aggravated the ecclesiastical authorities to the pitch that they were determined to destroy him as soon as it should be feasible without the risk of tumult; but he was careful not to help them by staying in the city after dark. Not until Wednesday evening did Jesus apply the pressure that decided Judas to go to the Council with an offer to betray him, and by his secret arrangements he saw to it that the arrest would not take place until Thursday evening after he had partaken of the Last Supper in Jerusalem with his disciples.

    All this suggests that he intended that his crucifixion should be on Friday, which would be the eve of the Sabbath. Calculating that it would require some hours on Friday morning for the Council to obtain his condemnation by Pilate, which could not be withheld as the charge was treason against the Emperor, and knowing that in accordance with custom he would not be left on the cross over the the Sabbath, but would be taken down well before sundown when Sabbath commenced, Jesus could roughly reckon that he would experience crucifixion for not much more than three or four hours, whereas normally the agonies of the crucified lasted for many days...

    "Jesus...relied on the Old Testament Oracles, and what these intimated...was that while there would be a conspiracy of the rulers to destroy him (as in Psalm ii), yet by the mercy of God he would be spared complete extinction of life...' Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me; thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of my enemies, and thy right hand shall save me. The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me. The bands of the grave compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me. In my distress I called upon the
    Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple. He sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of great waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy. God shall redeem my soul from the grasp of the grave. My flesh also shall rest in hope. For thou wilt not leave my soul in the grave; neither wilt thou suffer thy holy one to see corruption. Thou wilt show me the path of life. Come, and let us return unto the Lord: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will
    bring us up. After two days will he revive us; and on the third day he will raise us up, and we shall live in his sight. The king shall joy in
    thy strength, O Lord...He asked life of thee, and thou gavest it him, even length of days for ever and ever.

    "If Jesus was convinced from the Scriptures that he was to suffer on the cross, but not to perish on it, there is no reason why he should
    not have been concerned to make what provision he could for his survival. We have had ample evidence that Jesus used his intelligence to assure the fulfillment of the predictions. He believed that as Messiah the spirit of wisdom and understanding had been conferred on him, and that it was God's will that he should employ these powers of the mind to accomplish what
    must come to pass. He did not expect, indeed it was alien to his nature, to sit with folded hands waiting for things to happen whether in a natural or supernatural manner. His whole ministry was purposeful, masterful and practical. He plotted and schemed with the utmost skill and resourcefulness, sometimes making secret arrangements, taking advantage
    of every circumstance conducive to the attainment of his objectives. It is difficult to credit that he had neglected to do anything about the supreme crisis of his career, when it was imperative that he should outwit the forces arrayed against him and wrest victory from the jaws of death.

    "...If we follow the Fourth Gospel the ordeal lasted barely three hours, from a little after midday to about three o'clock in the afternoon. But this obviously was not enough. If he was to cheat death it was essential that well in advance of the time, which could not be much
    after five o'clock, when in any case he would be taken down because of the incoming Sabbath, he would have to give every appearance of being dead. Otherwise his actual death would be expedited by the soldiers in charge of the execution. Further, help must speedily be forthcoming. Unless his body came into the possession of friendly hands there would be
    no possiblity of his recovery...

    "This person is identified as Joseph of Arimathea. He is one of the great mysteries of the Gospels. He is represented as a wealthy man, and a member of the Sanhedrin; and since he is said to have been waiting for the Kingdom of God he would have been a messianically-minded Pharisee. He enters the story unheralded, and after his task is fulfilled
    he disappears completely from the New Testament records...

    "...Jesus could have got to know him through Nicodemus, mentioned only in the Fourth Gospel, during the three months from the previous October to January when he was at Jerusalem working out the details of the Passover Plot. He needed highly placed individuals on whom he could count to give him inside information on what measures were being taken against him by the Council, and also to advise him about relations
    between the Council and the Roman governor, procedures on political trials, and other pertinent matters with which he was unfamiliar, but which had a bearing upon his course of action and affected his plans. Evidently Joseph was deeply impressed by Jesus and was ready to co-operate in frustrating the intentions of the Sadducean chief priests. Luke says that he had not consented to their counsel and deed, and John describes him as a secret disciple.

    "It transpired that Joseph had property in close proximity to Golgotha, the hill of execution. Part of this was under cultivation as a kitchen garden, and also on the site was a new tomb cut into the rock...

    Two things, however, were indispensable to the success of a rescue operation. The first was to administer a drug to Jesus on the cross to give the impression of premature death, and the second was to obtain the speedy delivery of the body to Joseph. No other manner of survival could be entertained by Jesus, since he was adamant about the fulfilment of the prophecies which demanded his suffering.

    "Considerations of safety and secrecy...dictated that as few people possible should be in the know or involved...He dealt individually
    and singly with Judean individuals who were in a position to carry out the various parts of his design. His was the mastermind, and those to
    whom he gave his instructions neither worked together nor were acquainted with more than their specific function.

    "The first stage of the present action was the cross. We are told that there were bystanders there, and one of them saturated a sponge with
    vinegar, impaled it on a cane and put it to the mouth of Jesus. He did not perform this office for either of the two robbers crucified with
    Jesus, which he might well have done if his intention had been purely humanitarian. The incident took place, according to Mark, after Jesus had cried, 'My God [Eli in Hebrew], my God, why hast thou forsaken me?' Mark
    gives the words in Aramaic, which Peter would have used in describing the crucifixion; but Jesus no doubt quoted from Psalm xxii in Hebrew. This prompted some onlookers to suppose he was calling for Elijah. The man who
    acted, who was sent there by Joseph to administer the drug, said: 'Quiet! Let us see if Elijah will come and take him down.' The man here showed his initiative by taking advantage of an opportune moment for his intervention, which no one would suspect was favourable to Jesus. Mark gives no reason for his action, but the Fourth Gospel says that Jesus called out, 'I am thirsty,' which could have been a signal. There was nothing unusual for a vessel containing a refreshing liquid to be at the
    place of execution, and it presented no problem to doctor the drink that was offered to Jesus. The plan may indeed have been suggested to Jesus by the prophetic words, 'They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.' If what he received had been the normal wine vinegar diluted with water the effect would have been stimulating. In this case it was exactly the opposite. Jesus lapsed quickly into complete unconsciousness. His body sagged. His head lolled on his breast, and to all intents and purposes he was a dead man.

    "Directly it was seen the drug had worked the man hastened to Joseph who was anxiously waiting for the news. At once he sought an
    audience with Pilate, to whom he would have ready access as a member of the Sanhedrin, and requested to have the body of Jesus. Pilate was greatly astonished, as well he might be, to hear that Jesus was already dead, and being on his guard in view of all that had happened he sent for the centurion in charge of the execution to obtain confirmation. When this was forthcoming, he readily gave the necessary permission. It has been noted by scholars that Joseph asked for the body (soma) of Jesus,
    which could indicate that he did not think of him as dead. It is only Pilate who refers to the corpse (ptoma).

    "Joseph hurried to Golgotha with clean linen and spices. The Fourth Gospel says he was accompanied by Nicodemus. It also reports
    another circumstance. In view of the need to hasten death because of the Sabbath the two robbers had their legs broken with mallets, but Jesus was spared this treatment because he was believed to be dead already. To make
    sure, however, one of the soldiers thrust a lance into his side. This incident may have been introduced to historicise certain Old Testament
    testimonies. The passage suggests that some doubt was thrown on this new information when it was published. If it is correct, the chances that Jesus would recover were heavily diminished. Much would depend on the nature of the wound. The reported emission of blood shows at least that life was still in him.

    "As arranged, Jesus was conveyed carefully to the nearby tomb. The women of his following, who had been observing everything at a distance, saw where he was taken. Sorrowfully they made their way back to the city, proposing to return on the morning after the Sabbath to pay their tribute by anointing his body. It is evident they were not expecting any resurrection.

    "Jesus lay in the tomb over the Sabbath. He would not regain consciousness for many hours, and in the meantime the spices and linen
    bandages provided the best dressing for his injuries... But if the body of Jesus was taken from the tomb by his friends on Saturday night, we should be ready to agree with the Gospels that the immediate disciples of Jesus knew nothing about this, and they would be quite sincere in indignantly repudiating any contention that they had been guilty of
    perpetrating a fraud.

    "Christians are surely right in protesting that the Church could not have been established on the basis of a deliberate falsehood on the part of the apostles, and therefore there must be another explanation for the removal of the body than an intention to pretend that Jesus had risen from the dead....We are left with the perfectly natural and fully justifiable reason that Jesus was taken from the tomb at the first
    possible opportunity for the entirely legitimate purpose of reviving him.

    For this action at least two persons would have been needed...

    "...A plan was being followed which was worked out in advance by Jesus himself and which he had not divulged to his close disciples. What seems probable is that in the darkness of Saturday night when Jesus was brought out of the tomb by those concerned in the plan he regained consciousness temporarily, but finally succumbed. If, as the Fourth Gospel says, his side was pierced by a lance before he was taken from the cross his chances of recovery were slender. It was much too risky, and perhaps too late, to take the body back to the tomb, replace the bandages left there, roll the stone across the entrance, and try to create the impression that everything was as it had been on Friday evening...

    "Jesus may not have overlooked that he might taste of death in spite of measures he had secretly taken for his survial. He could have
    interpreted Isaiah liii in this sense. 'He made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his deaths [plural].' Two deaths, two burials were thus foreshadowed. He would die as it were on the cross, and yet again after the cross. But whatever would happen his faith assured
    him that in some way God would raise him up and receive him until his coming in glory with the clouds of heaven....We are entitled to imagine him...regaining consciousness after he was taken from the tomb, and using these precious minutes to beg his friends to deliver a message to his disciples. He would repeat what was so much a part of him, the Scriptures
    relating his suffering and revival. 'Tell them these things,' he may have urged. 'They must believe. Tell them that when I have risen I will meet them in Galilee as I said, and afterwards enter into glory.'"
    Stone, May 7, 1994​
    Hugh Schonfield,
    The Passover Plot, pgs.153 -167

    So writes Schonfield, no expert on ethnopharmacology (perhaps imagining the action of a long-acting narcotic). Dana, familiar with the effects of a class of drugs perfectly capable of effecting "miraculous healing" (the "Ibogaine glow") as the sequelae of an NDE was not so sure Jesus might not just have stuck around for the traditional 40 days. Long enough to impart the account of his descent into virtual space, his contest with the Adversary, as specified in the Scriptures. In fact,
    numerous occasions to slip him booster draughts of an Ibogaine-like drug to get Him up to the full-dose threshold are strewn throughout the Last Supper and the Passion (while toting the cross, for instance, when he's
    allowed to sip the "water of life")&shyp;and again after being taken down, to sleep through the Sabbath.

    Leaving on a long-planned trip to Germany, Dana brought his inquiry to Hans-Georg Behr in the form of a question about the Holy Grail. How did this mythic code for the secret sacrament of the Gnostics&shyp;embodied in the tale of Parsifal, the knight who conquers death
    by conquering time&shyp;make its way into Europe?

    Via the Crusades, Georg replied. Hans-Georg Behr, scion of the Esterhazy branch of the old Dual Monarchy, brought out a book on the fortresses of Teutonic Knights&shyp;architectural inspiration of Himmler's SS.
    Another holy order, the Knights Templar, especially dedicated to the recovery of relics and lost knowlege, penetrated as far as Ethiopia in search of the Ark of the Covenant.*

    They returned with monophysite heresies banned by Orthodoxy for centuries. These doctrines (which are perfectly African) of Christ's out-of-body state during and after crucifixion are theological vestiges of the Grail Myth. In it the original wine cup from the Last Supper is
    present to catch Jesus' blood from the spear wound because it's been intentionally brought filled with vinegar and gall [extract of bitter herbs], thereby making His words ("This is my blood" ) both prophetic, and literally descriptive of the secret sacrament of the Gnostics, the
    drug that granted Him refuge in the NDE.**

    Jesus, like all observant Jews, identified blood with the
    life-force itself. To be kosher, a Rabbi must still certify that an animal was slaughtered humanely and properly drained of blood. In offering his disciples wine and wafer, however, Jesus was incorporating into Christianity a version of dron ceremony of Zoroastrianism, whose
    origins are also bound up with the Priestly slaughter of cattle, but making an additional identification of the life-force--with soma.**

    Both the spear and the Grail Stone of Parsifal are real-life
    artifacts in a Vienna museum. According to George, the Grail Stone is a Roman-era (100 AD) memorial cup carved from a single very large, rare crystal, called an Achat. Purported by Byzantium to be the true Grail
    when given to the Frankish King sometime before 750 AD, it was also supposed to test for the presence of poison.

    More relevant, in Parsifal, was the sacrament in the Grail. It was organic (a wafer). and was eaten like the ordinary sacraments. And by virtue of the Cup that caught Christ's blood, the pedigree of this special, secret sacrament was unimpeachable. Yet somehow this wafer was effective beyond ordinary sacraments that offer salvation only in the next life. It conferred healing in this life, and youthfulness "unto the 200th year." P.K. Dick believed Parsifal's originators further viewed this mysterious wafer as linked, according Medieval ideas of sympathetic magic,** through Christ's Blood to the Spear that pierced His side; and that when Parsifal points the Spear at Klingsor and makes the sign of the
    cross, and Klingsor's evil castle disappears, the Spear is re-enacting the healing effect of the sacraments the cup originally contained.

    Himmler and Hitler, who removed the Grail and the spear of Longinus from Vienna to Nuremberg until 1945, got it all wrong. They thought Parsifal was a story about racial purity of blood, when it's really about liberation from sin, through the sacraments. In banishing the Evil Castle, the important thing (or clue) is that Parsifal finally gets control of a phenomena that's been occuring throughout the script, i.e, shifting, changing backdrops. "You see, my son, here time turns into space." (The whole landscape becomes indistinct. A forest ebbs out and a wall of rough rock ebbs in...The two men pass through the gateway.

    What happened to the forest? The two men did not really...go anywhere, and yet they are not now where they originally were. ...Wagner began Parsifal in 1845. He died in 1873, long before Hermann Minkowski postulated four-dimensional space-time (1908). ...Where did Richard Wagner get the notion that time could turn into space?)." (P.K. Dick, VALIS, pps 40-41).

    The answer is that all the weird space-time shifts of Parsifal, including the climactic disappearance of Klingsor's Castle, are part of the original storyline, not inventions of Wagner. Himmler and Hitler, Wagner's biggest fans, were self-styled defenders of so-called
    "classical," Newtonian physics. They derided Einstein. The Nazis were oblivious in 1938 when the secret of the Bomb was being smuggled out of the Reich.

    In other words, Einsteinian space-time in Wagner is a bigger anachronism than familiarity of the original storytellers with an intriguing potion used in the Cult of St. Michael, to induce visions. St. Michael was the patron Saint of Parsifal and the knightly orders&shyp;the Arch-Angel Michael of the Bible, who led the angels in putting down the rebellion of Satan. As part of their initiation into the Templars or the Teutonic orders, knights would go spend the night in certain grottos, which in ancient times had been shrines of Mithras. the Persian religion which was early Christianity's chief competitor. As part of an ordeal, in order to have visions of Saint Michael and Jesus and psyche themselves for morning devotions, (see bottom, page 216 ) they took
    something-&shyp;hinted by the Grail myth to be the original gnostic substance used by Jesus.

    Within a generation, however, as the Western Empire became more cosmopolitan, the Papacy became locked in a vicious struggle with the last strong Emperor, Fredrick II, who offended Rome by employing Arabs (infidels) in his government, and promulgated the first constitution
    since Roman times granting citizenship to commoners. He was particularly supported by the Templars. Before he died the Pope excommunicated him and began a 137 year exile in France, while St. Thomas Aquinas laid the
    theological basis for purging both Arabs and the nettlesome knightly orders.

    Aquinas' great idea was to exclude all "paganisms" that had crept into Catholicism by elevating Aristotle to near Biblical status (which made Arab scholars redundant), and then excluding all personal experience (either experiment or ecstasy) that didn't fit the Bible or
    categories of Aristotle. Even more telling was Aquinas' peculiar teaching that dreaming itself was suspect; an opportunity Satan uses to overpower the sleeper with lust, etc.* If something looked pagan, it was banned.
    This doctrine was called scholasticism, and was used by the Dominicans first to liquidate the Templars (1280), then the Cult of St. Michael altogether (by 1350 AD). Who could tell what they were worshipping in
    those caves?

    Inasmuch as even a hint of other, secret sacraments undermined orthodoxy on the Resurrection, Aquinas set out to debunk the status of Archangels altogether by formulating the "how many angels fit on the head of a pin?" paradox.** By 1380 the Dominicans instituted witchcraft trials to be able to seize for mere thought-crimes the riches of people who didn't actually own an Arab book. By 1580 the wives of commoners were being burned alive. Prophecy itself was a crime.

    In banning all magic&shyp;propounding the doctrine that Christianity guarantees Aristotelian order against the eruption of Chaos&shyp;the Dominican Holy Inquisition unleashed by Aquinas ended up spying on and rooting out "incorrect" scientific experimentation. Alchemy had to be done in secret. In 1614 Galileo was arrested and forced to renounce what he could plainly see through the telescope. "It still moves," he is supposed to have muttered, after the Papal commission refused to look at the moons of Jupiter for themselves.

    So-- Was the potion of St. Michael's cult which set off the
    witchhunts one and the same gnostic sacrament, the very "gall for my meat" Jesus used to cheat the Cross? One clue, according to Georg, is that under torture, many Templars admitted spiritual commerce with a certain Baphomet, in order to gain access to hidden things. Baphomet is an anagram for Sophia. St. Sophia corresponds to both theGnosis of the Holy Spirit and the Athenalike Kybele, the chief female diety associated,
    long before St. Michael, with Mithras.

    Sophia also was one of the names of Mary, since as the Mother of He who personified the Law, she bore the Annointed One as the Ark bore the Tablets of Law. Mithraism originally lost out because it was mainly a
    soldier's religion&shyp;too male-dominant. The Christ had more of the qualities women as well as men could relate to. From the time of Aquinas on, the Devil came to be portrayed more and more like Mithras, gaining the name Lucifer and horns like a bull instead of goat.

    Even after the Grail was shorn of Monophysite heresies and coopted to the Trinity via the Marian cult*, however, indentification of the spiritual realm with the Near Death Experience persisted among medieval mystics like Dante. Both Bwiti and P.K. Dick are in agreement, moreover, that each use of the true, plant sacrament to breach of the NDE entails a certain risk, specifically characterized inVALIS by the Heraclitus fragment "Time is a child at play...." Dana remembered another, second use of the fragment, in Divine Invasion; and found that the character who utters it turns out to be&shyp;Sophia. [The Shekhina, the female half of God, immanent in the World, who confers dreams; also in Kabala, she is Torah itself*, asMalkuth, the most junior of the Ten Sephiroth of the Tree of Life.] She utters it while arguing that God's
    contest with Evil ought to be played out in each individual, with each being able to chose between the Adversary or one's Advocate.**

    This put Dana in mind of Sophia's words as a child, reprinted on p. 124 of this Report: "Now you have a companion who never sickens, or fails, or dies; you are bonded to the Eternal... (VALIS, pg. 199). Not only is this guardian spirit (or Bwiti) another characteristic common both to Bwiti and Gnosticism, the storyline of Divine Invasion ends with one more twist signaling Dick's own indentification of Sophia, the Divine Logos, with the Secret Sacrament. In the end survival of the righteous
    Herb Asher is insured through a microsecond of contact by his own guardian spirit with the Adversary death.

    The best evidence the wafer in the Grail was an Ibogainelike substance is psycho-pharmaceutical. The real McCoy, if the Grail myth is any guide, not only gives access to the Near Death realm, it zaps destructive reflexes at the moment of penetration into the dreamtime. Or in Bwiti terms, cerebellar reset occurs in the instant of the splitting of the skull. [Neuro-scientists woudl in fact employ EEG's and MRI's to discern whether a distinct but minute interval of cessation occurswhen the newbrain wave takes over from the old (see chapter 18).

    Suddenly Dana realized the oscillating sensation Nico and
    others felt leading up to the "splitting of the skull" is precisely how the vestibular sense balance; should register the rhythmic bursting of "new" wave activity as the Ibogaine effect built up.

    He called Mark Molliver from Hamburg and asked him about the sense that enables us to feel it, even with eyes closed, when the jet we're on levels off. The vestibular sense registers movement on three planes, Mark reminded him, via three semicircular canals in the inner ear. Projections from these receptor-sites lead directly into the vermis of the cerebellum&shyp;the area where Molliver had show Ibogaine activity in rats. This area controls the anti-gravity muscles, which are completely
    incapacitated by Ibogaine ataxia. Also, because these projections in the vermis extend to the vestibular nuclei in the brainstem, which are adjacent to nausea centers, disoriention of this sense results in motion sickness, (or Ibogaine nausea.)

    Georg, whose theory had always focused more on Ibogaine reset of the opiate receptors, felt that the demise of Nicola K., who was a German, had put a hold on further human research in Europe for the time
    being. In fact, the Dutch methadone faction was propagating the notion of persistent sensitivity to heroin after Ibogaine&shyp;acute sensitivity that might potentiate an overdose months afterward.

    "But heroin overdose typically occurs with the first use after abstinence," Dana objected. "And Ibogaine's effect resembles prolonged abstinence. That's not hypersensitivity."

    Even more compelling evidence that ancient Gnostic religions shared an Ibogaine-like sacrament, though, was waiting when Dana got back from Germany&shyp; HAOMA AND HARMALINE, The Botanical Identity of the
    Indo-Iranian Sacred Hallucinogen "Soma" and its Legacy in Religion, Language and Middle Eastern Folklore." According to Flattery and Schwartz (Near Eastern Studies, Volume 21, published in 1989), the soma
    of the Vedas and Zoroaster&shyp;and therefore of Daniel in Babylon was haoma, an extract of the seed or root of Peganum harmala. In a word, harmaline.

    Sure enough, at lower doses (the first cup) it initially causes insomnia, and instills excessive bravery. A second cup re-doubles strength, and numbs pain. And with the third cup, full onset, like Ibogaine, apparently causes sleep but actually induces a very similar sort of waking dream. One peculiar feature of this is "two world superimposition" since&shyp;writes Flattery, quoting Claudio Naranjo&shyp;"when the eyes are opened, there is no distortion of ordinary vision and, though the visions are sometimes superimposed, there is little confusion between what is visionary and what is real." (p. 29)

    The oldest Persian religious texts show that sauma brought about "a condition outwardly resembling sleep (i.e., stared ) in which visions of what were believed to be a spirit existence were seen...the source of revelation in Iranian religion." (p. 23) "This "spiritual" existence...differs from the conception of the spirtual realm in other Near Eastern religions in being neither morally superior nor necessarily more sacred than the material world. ...[God] does not... create material
    existence directly, but first creates it in spiritual form. All material things...exist simultaneously in spirit form..."(p. 19) "The consumption of sauma may have been the only means recognized in Iranian religion for seeing into menog [Mid. Pers."spiritual"] existence before death;...and...the means used by [God] when he wishes to make the menog existence visible to living persons." (p. 20)

    The revelations of Zoroaster himself were said to have occurred
    because of consumption of "liquid omniscient wisdom," and became the
    state religion after God caused the King, Wishtasp, to consume sauma, or
    haoma, also. "Haoma" is used at once for the plant, the drink prepared
    from it, and the personification of the plant. In the Hom Yasht "the
    righteous duraosa Haoma " appears to Zoroaster as a luminous, beautiful
    man who cries out&shyp; "Take me...extract me that I may be drunk, praise me
    with might, as the other saosyants (saviors) have praised me. (3) Thus
    spake Zarathustra: "Praise be to Haoma!" (p. 61)

    This idea of a succession of saviors wresting salvation for their
    people from the dreamtime via harmel persisted in Persian lands for
    millenia. When Hellenic influence was expelled by the Sassanids (c. 200
    A.D.), for instance, "there were sedition and contention among the
    people.... And doctrines of many kinds and different manners of faith,
    and skepticism and different legislations appeared...(in conformity) with
    diverging... faiths... Religion was in confusion and people in doubt."
    (pg. 15) In accordance with ancient custom, a certain Wiraz, the most
    righteous among them, was chosen by council and confirmed by lot (!)
    Afterwards the Magians filled three cups with wine and the mang [Mid.
    Pers. "drug"] of Wishtasp. Wiraz drank all three, said grace, and fell
    asleep on the blanket. When he arose he ate and dictated his visions to a

    Flattery in fact feels Zoroastrians were clearly trying to
    promote their authority to decide religious doctrine by invoking a
    folkloric legitimacy haoma has had since ancientmost times in Iran,
    where harmala seeds are still burned as an incense and worn like garlic
    in charms that supposedly ward off noxious influences.

    The Western Mithras of Roman times was even closer to the
    original religion that Zoroaster re-formed in Persia, [which still
    celebrates Mihragan (the Mithras-day sacrifice) by burning actual
    harmala seeds as hom. (p. 75)]. Zoroaster himself was said to have been
    conceived due to the legendary aphrodisiac effect of hamala (p. 62),
    which made it an appropriate sacrament for Mithras, a fertility god whose
    death and rebirth were said to cause the seasons. Mithras' spread
    through the Roman Empire corresponds roughly with the time Flattery gives
    (p. 36) for introduction of peganum harmala around the Mediterranean.
    According to Georg Behr, the application to build the first Mithras
    Temple in Rome (15 BC) specified its use for consumption of sacraments.

    In short, it seems Mithras was another soma cult, complete with
    dim grottos to facilitate harmaline visualizations. Even if harmala
    hadn't been the sacrament of the early Christians' competition, its
    notorious power to inspire sexual lust as well as a notation in Plutarch
    about its use by the followers of Ahriman [Satan] certainly damned it
    for Aquinas and the Scholastics.

    Soma (lit. "liquid extract") was properly identified as early as
    1794 by Sir William Jones, as originally pressed from harmel, or wild
    Syrian rue (See Exhibit, next page--Flattery, p. 102). So how could
    Bishop Pike and others in the '60's who believed it was also used in the
    Mysteries at Eleusis and by the Delphic Oracle of Apollo, think soma was
    a mushroom?

    The answer is that in both Persia and India, in perhaps the
    earliest instance of harm reduction, for ordinary sacramental use (like
    the wine and the wafer in Christianity), the principal constituent of
    soma was replaced with non-psychoactive equivalents or denatured
    substitutes like cannabis and ephedra.

    From most ancient Indo-Iranian times, according to Flattery (p.
    75), the priesthood spiked their harmala extract with ephedra [plant
    adrenaline] to keep from sleeping through the visions. Because of
    "sensitive dependence on initial conditions," the ephedrine gave the
    resulting visions the strongly dualistic quality characteristic of
    Zoroastrianism, Mithras, etc., and contributed to the break-up of the
    proto-Indo-Iranian religion in the war of the followers of Ahura [God]
    and the devs, the Hindu pantheon. So even when harmala was in use, it
    was an ordeal reserved for extraordinary circumstances.

    When Islam came in, fundamentally hostile to any drug as the
    key to revelation (although the Shia soon adopted the burning of harmel
    seeds as an incence of superior holiness), Zoroastrians successfully
    concealed the identity of Haoma. Hawrm-al-Majus (Harmel of the Magi) is
    a different plant, a decoy. As soma, for sacramental use withdron
    bread (i.e., the wine and wafer), they had long since substituted an
    extract that kept the additive ephedra (called hom ), combined with
    ordinary, non-psychoactive garden rue (which did not resist cultivation
    like harmala) a sprig of pomegranate (which resembles a giant harmel
    seed-pod)&shyp;thereby invoking haoma magically, in name and image.*

    The antiquity of the pomegranate symbolism, moreover, puts to
    rest the queries of Bishop Pike et al. In Bullfinch's Mythology, after
    Pluto spirits Proserpine daughter of Ceres Earthmother away to the land
    of the dead by striking the riverbank with his staff ("splitting the
    skull" again), she is able to return only half of each year because she
    ate of the pomegranate [!] The provenance of this story antedates Rome
    and Greece; it is Minoan, and reappears in the maze of the
    Minotaur&shyp;evidence that the bull-worhiping culture destroyed by the
    barbaric Greek invaders was survived by a soma cult which was able, by
    keeping harmala a mystery, to market its oracular services to the Achaean

    An Iranian folk medicine is still prepared by grinding the
    bitter seeds or roots into powder and boiling it in vinegar, which
    extracts 98% of the harmala alkaloids. As a mouthwash, it numbs a
    toothache, but an accidental swallow can cause visions (p. 31), which are
    deliberately induced only for maladies where all else has failed. Also
    known to promote rapid healing of the skin, it is still employed as a
    folk medicine by the Gnostic baptists called Mandaeans, who preach that
    John the Baptist, not Jesus, was the Messiah. "There is good reason to
    believe that the heirs of these Nazareans, though time and circumstances
    have wrought many changes, are the present Nazoreans (also known as
    Mandaeans) of the Lower Euphrates. Their literature," writes Schonfield,
    "...reveals that they came formerly from northern Palestine, to which
    area they had migrated from Judea because of Jewish persecution. ...The
    Jews regarded northern Palestine as the natural home of heresy. ...We do
    not know so much about the old Israelite religion, but it would appear to
    have absorbed a good deal from the worship of the Syrians and
    Phoenicians... More of the older faith was carried down as folklore and
    in the ideas and usages of clans and sects which were active in the time
    of Christ." (The Passover Plot, pgs. 200-202)

    Flattery provides a vivid example of this: the Mandean "Scroll of
    the Wild Rue," which is not canonical, but "magical." It survives "wholly
    for the purpose of furthering the effectiveness of the spirit of harmel
    in a specific situation, that of purging someone of sickness... Wisdom or
    knowledge is not among the benefits sought, nor is intoxication... An
    unusual feature...is the use of the names, haoma and sambra respectively,
    at once for the plant, the drink prepared from it, and the
    personification of the plant. ...Since the personification of Sambra as a
    diety is unknown elsewhere in Mandean writing, its appearance...may
    represent a borrowing...directly of the Avestan [Zoroastrian] Hom
    Yasht ...[or] similar early Iranian invocation of sauma" of which
    Sambra is the Mandaean persona:

    "O Sambra, go below like water which gusheth from the peak of a
    high moutain. The Lady of Gods and Men took thee and carried thee off to
    the male gods and the female astartes, and she gave favorable testimony
    concerning thee. And they sent (it) to everyone that was ill, working a
    cure, and healing was found in it. Thou didst spring forth of thine own
    strength, and didst come forth and camest into being." (Haoma and
    Harmaline, pgs 55-57)

    The scroll continues with a plea for "a cure that will free" the
    one taking the Sambra. Presentday Mandeans are unflinchingly
    monotheistic, repudiating Christ's divinity&shyp;so Wisdom (but not healing)
    is presumably the province of the Holy Spirit. Schonfield writes that
    "the indespensable condition of membership [in the Essenes/
    Nazoreans/Mandeans] was absolute faithfulness to the Laws of God
    delivered to Moses." He adds that Jesus' "...brother Jacob, who became
    head of the Nazoreans at Jerusalem, was a typical Essene sectarian
    ...He... prayed constantly in the Temple for the forgiveness of the

    "We have every reason to hold that the family to which Jesus
    belonged was nurtured in this tradition, and much of his teaching
    confirms this. But his reading of his messianic mission led him in many
    matters to turn his back on it, which may well have been a cause of
    friction with his family. He associated freely with the people, even with
    the worst of them, and would have nothing to do with a Nazairite or
    regulated way of life. 'The Son of Man came eating and drinking, and they
    say, Behold a man gluttonous and a winebibbler, a friend of publicans and
    sinners.' He relaxed the rigid Sabbath observance, and held that nothing
    which enters a man's mouth defiles him. He taught that all secrets (so
    dear to 'the Saints') were to be revealed, and that what was whispered in
    the ear should be proclaimed from the housetops. No wonder, therefore,
    that in the Mandaean literature his is stigmatised as a false Messiah.
    But as Jesus said, 'Wisdom is justified of her children.'"(The Passover
    Plot, pps. 204-205)

    Now the only key left to nailing down the solution of the
    Resurrection mystery, Dana realized, was the degree to which harmaline
    reliably reproduces certain Ibogaine-like effects&shyp;including precognition,
    numbness of the extremities, and any tendency to induce out-of-body
    experiences, including techniques or special circumstances needed to
    produce full Near Death Experiences. By ancient usage, no other substance
    present in Antiquity could have been deemed appropriate--in that place,
    in that time--for such a purpose. And if as Schonfield speculates, use
    of "vinegar and gall" was in fact suggested to Jesus by the words of
    Psalm lxix, 21, the vinegar extract of harmala seeds still prepared by
    modernday Mandeans may have been "included in the Recipe," according to
    Essene Gnosis, from the Beginning.

    A week later, across the continent at the Essalin Institute in
    California, during a conference on recent medical advances with
    psychedelics, Deborah Mash came upon Anne Shulgin, sitting outside one of
    the presentations, who asked--

    "Aren't you the Dr. Deborah Mash who's working with Ibogaine at
    the University of Miami?"

    "Yes, I am. Why?"

    "Make sure you get all your subjects to agree to come back
    before you give them any Ibogaine"--and Anne proceeded to recount the
    anectdote at the end of Chapter 14 of this report.*[see pg.177?]--about
    the fellow who went through death's door for three minutes, only to come
    to and sit up on the cot as medics were rushing emergency equipment into

    But by the time of that Essalin conference, Dana and Mark Molliver had already gotten together in person. They had a meeting with Peter Beilenson, head of the Baltimore Health Dept., on enlisting Mayor Schmoke to the cause of medications development. Beilenson had one question: "Is it real?" "Very promising, " said Mark. Dr. Beilenson, who was impressed by the promise of research dollars for Baltimore, promised to get back with a response from Kurt Schmoke.

    Afterwards, in the car, Molliver observed that the cerebellum generates wave activity for the entire brain but the inferior olive generates the brainwave of the cerebellum. It's reasonable, he agreed, that the cerebellum (which constantly models a somatic image of the body in three-dimensional space) might initially register Ibogaine activity in the olive as a sensation of the room oscillating.

    With Ibogaine is firing ten bursts-a-second in the olive,
    however, this means that when the Ibogaine effect becomes strong enough, the new wave activity heterodynes with pre-existing brain-waves. Ergo the
    "splitting of the skull." The kicker, according to Molliver, was that earlier researchers felt harmaline also, in some fashion, reset brainwaves. Dana asked if harmala alkaloids in high doses happened to cause numbness of hands and feet, like iboga does. Mark said he would try
    to find out.

    Molliver's real news, though, was that he was finding no toxicity in primates. In fact, he was giving 150 mg. per kg. orally, and nothing much was happening to his monkeys at all. He and O'hearn were checking to
    see if the Ibogaine was bio-available&shyp;if it was getting into the blood in the proper chemical form. Meanwhile, to duplicate Ibogaine ataxia in humans, they were having to inject 50 mgs.-per-kg. i.p. (in the gut). A
    double-dose. Only later did Linda Aronhoff let drop in a conversation that monkeys were having seizures with their injections.

    Linda Aronhoff was all agog with a speech Bob Sisko had just made at the NIDA Advisory Committee. In it he reiterated that ICASH is not anti-drug: "We are pro-choice. We believe it is the right of the individual to self-medicate. We recognize however, that when an
    individual becomes addicted to drugs, he or she no longer has freedom of choice. We believe any person addicted to drugs who wishes to be free from that addiction should be able to have that choice...

    "We applaud NIDA's efforts to create a wide range of new cocaine analogs. I am especially excited to hear you are working on a cocaine analog with a longer duration of action. One of the main problems from cocaine user is that the effects of coke are so short lived. Addicts must
    use continually in order to maintain the high. I predict that a potent new long lasting analog would be popular among addicts, but might quickly end up on the streets, where it could be used as "cut," mixed in with cocaine to make the high longer-lasting. After all, the same illicit
    chemists who currently manufacture both powder and crack cocaine by the ton could easily manufacture NIDA's new cocaine analog as well.

    "Next to the idea of across-the-board legalization, the idea of developing a new stimulant compound that could be used as a medication for cocaine dependent people, much like methadone is used for heroin addiction, is probably the most radical idea around..."

    He went on to say that NIDA's conceptual frame-work; all agonists, antagonists&shyp;shows they still have not really accepted the idea of the addiction interrupter. What, he asked, about people who don't do well on
    stimulants as maintenance drugs? What about people who want to quit drugs?

    Kurt Schmoke, meanwhile, sent word that we were already in perfect agreement about medications development. Peter Beilenson did say Schmoke could be counted upon to take a public stand and lobby Congress
    for increased appropriations. In the Rolling Stone, after calling for a national commission to re-think drug policy, and allocation of 65% of the drug budget for treatment instead of enforcement, he wrote--"Finally, as a third step, the federal government should increase
    its support of research into new treatments. For example, researchers at Johns Hopkins believe that finding a chemical to block cocaine craving is now possible. This kind of research requires strong backing from the
    federal government. The research is expensive. But it is an investment that is far more likely to produce successful results than building more prisons, trying to stop drugs at the border, arresting addicts or passing
    mandatory minimum sentences." --Side Effects, by Kurt Schmoke, Rolling Stone

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    CHAPTER 17: Cures Not Wars

    In February, 1994, Robert Rygor died. He'd become a beneficiary of the free pot program, and as facilitator of ACT UP Coordinating Committee, which set the agenda for the Monday night meeting, helped make sure Ibogaine got a fair shake. His death was a direct loss. But more ominous was that during the entire hour-plus obituary at the next ACT UP meeting, facilitator Scott Sawyer (of the regular leadership) refused to call on Beal, pointedly denying him the legitimacy to thank Robert for so often negotiating behind the scenes for the bubble of tolerance that enabled Ibogaine work to go forward.

    A few weeks later Dana was in Philadelphia, relating the remnants of the Problem to Kiyoshi Kuromiya. Kiyoshi was co-author of Buckminister Fuller's last book Critical Path, and edits a journal of the same name, devoted to AIDS. Dana was explaining the implications of the re-discovery of Gnostic substances: mind over immune-system--

    "Miraculous healing, true prophecy, liberation from destructive reflex ("sin"), victory over death--Ibogaine reliably, and harmaline if used correctly, provide a version of all of them. The NDE is the key to all four. By means of the dreamtime, we gain a different access to time itself."

    Then Kiyoshi recounted his own experiments with lucid dreaming, in which he wrote down the location of a shoe store 5 years before it was changed to a shoe store from a diner. "That's the trouble," Dana mused, "You may end up in a stretch of the future that's totally boring--that tells you very little. The Essenes solved this problem by sending thousands of random observers to map things out--mass invasion of the future.

    They foresaw the Fall of the Temple--and that there was no way to stop it. But in the process, they determined not only how to master additional techniques to replicate the NDE more precisely, but the exact circumstances in which, up ahead in the future, one might through this mastery intervene and reverse the outcome of History.

    "We can now physically explain the crucifixion and resurrection," said Dana, "but we are still left with the problem of time. He promised Torah would conquer the whole world, and that Israel would be re-established thereby. But that's really an extremely long shot. How could they visualize, as early as 600 BC, outcomes 2, 600 years later, to be able to set up the Crucifixion?" Kiyoshi volunteered an article from The Scientific American, which proposed that transmission of information from the future, at least, might not contradict quantum physics. In it, writers David Deutsch and Michael Lockwood discuss the fashioning of quantum-level "worm-holes" into "Closed Timelike Curves" (CTCs):

    "Does our universe now, or will it ever contain CTCs? We do not know, but there are various theoretical conjectures about how they might be formed. The mathematician Kurt Godel found a solution to Einstein's equations that described CTCs. In that solution the whole universe rotates (according to current evidence, the actual universe does not). CTCs also appear in solutions of Einstein's equations describing rotating black holes...

    "A kind of shortcut through space-time, called a wormhole, has been mooted by Princeton University Physicist John A. Wheeler. Kip S. Thorne of the California Institute of Technology and others have shown how two ends of a wormhole could be moved so as to form a CTC. According to a recent calculation by J. Richard Gott of Princeton, a cosmic string (another theoretical construct that may or may not exist in nature) passing rapidly by another would generate CTCs... They may...become accessible to future civilizations..." (The Quantum Physics of Time Travel, Scientific American, March 1994, pg. 70)

    From the standpoint of expenditure of energy, transmission of information backward in time presents the fewest problems, and apparently no fundamental contradiction on the quantum level, allowing our world to be shunted orthogonally, at key decision-points, onto another track of the Multiverse.

    "Do you realize what this means?" asked Dana. "If science can duplicate the Resurrection, the fall of the Papacy will be bigger than the collapse of the Soviet Union. The Gnostics were only trying to keep the key to prophecy from the hated Empire. But after the fall of the Temple and exile of Israel, European Orthodoxy took over. The Trinity and the Virgin Birth.

    The laws against psychedelic research represent the perpetuation, in secular law, of the original Eclessiastical cover-up of the true circumstances of the Resurrection! Not only couldn't they allow anyone to know how it was done, they had to ban any investigation of plant substances that might lead to re-discovery of how it was done. That's why under Church law, any attempt to foretell the future was punishable as witchcraft. And nothing's changed! "Drugs" is the only taboo where government licenses militant religion--12 step groups--to convert heretics forceably. I don't think ACT UP is ready for this."

    Kiyoshi asked what he meant.

    Dana went on: "ACT UP got in enough trouble for breaking the host at St. Pat's. For them to bring proofs that the wine and wafer are only standins for the real sacraments repeats the same action on a vastly higher conceptual level-- one reason I always felt the original St. Pat's action was like a strange attractor for Ibogaine.* Philip Dick has a scene in a Church where, as the priest dips the wafer in the consecrated wine saying, "The Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ, which was shed for thee..," the Son of Man calls out from the back pews--"The blood is not there nor the body either." --and when the Priest looks up to see who it is is, Emmanual says-- "You do not have the authority."** The Christians are going to freak out! I wonder if we'll get in as much trouble as Salmon Rushdie.

    "In a way it's unfair to involve ACT UP in this. They've already got their hands full finding a cure for AIDS."

    Confrontation with the Christians came soon enough, in the form of the Philly Convention of Sue Rusche's PRIDE--Parent's Resource Insitute for Drug Education. The Harm Reduction Working Group had set two spring actions -- Philly March 3-5, New York May 7-- hoping to derive some spin for the overall push against the Drug War. Gilbert Baker, in town to do a mile-long rainbow flag for Stonewall 25, popped in with new spring slogan: Cures not Wars.

    New York ACT UP also fired off a letter to one of Rusche's minions, the Drug Czar of Michigan, who'd circulated a letter characterizing ACT UP as part of the pot lobby. But the actual protest-date Philly ACT UP picked for the PRIDE zap was Feb 27. So it ended up as 40 AIDS activists picketing Philly's Convention Center the weekend before the PRIDE Conference--when no one from PRIDE was even in town yet.

    The harm reduction crew came back from Philly to find that Aldyn MacKean had died. In the obituary, on the floor, Andy Velez and several others recounted a vision Aldyn had had when he was very sick in the hospital, before he recovered enough to come back to his last few ACT UP meetings. Jon Greenberg, another treatment activist who'd died a year earlier, had appeared beside Aldyn's bed, telling him that he would be his guide, and not to worry. Interesting kappa opiate phenomenon, thought Dana, but he lay awake thinking about it until late at night -- "Now you have a companion who never sickens, or fails, or dies; you are bonded to the eternal, and will shine like the healing sun itself."--

    "As you go back into the world I will guide you from day to day. And when you die I will notice and come to pick you up. I will carry you back to your home, out of which you come and back to which you go."

    "You are strangers here, but you are hardly strangers to me; I have known you from the start. This has not been your world, but I will make it your world; I will change it for you. Fear not. What assails you will perish and you will thrive." (VALIS , pps. 199-200)

    Interaction with the actual PRIDE convention was limited to leafleting the kids with the most recent OMNI article on Debbie Mash's work, together with a press conference denouncing PRIDE's very public campaign to keep Drug Czar Lee Brown from meeting harm reduction advocates. The Inquirer printed ACT UP charges that meetings about Ibogaine research were on hold because of ACT UP's vocal endorsement of medical marijuana. This prompted a support letter from ACT UP and a flurry of phonecalls to and from Lee Brown's office. No meeting ensued.

    According to Howard Lotsof, everytime the politicians in ONDCP ask their experts about Ibogaine, they get advice to develop longer-acting cocaine analogs instead. More "methadone-like."

    Right around April 1,* however, an independent panel chosen by the National Academy of Science published a preliminary report, "Development of Anti-Addiction Medication," which endorsed virtually every ACT UP Harm Reduction demand, including accelerated approval, parallel track and physician-inititiated treatment INDs for new anti-addiction drugs, and tapping the Drug Forfeiture** fund to fully fund Medication Development up $95 million authorized--instead of the current $36 million.

    In addition, the Committee identified DEA over-regulation as the principle source of unnecessary red tape. They recommend DEA review be folded into a one-step FDA/DEA approval; and that Clinton sign an order giving Medication Development Presidential priority. Best of all, in the first paragraph on strategies for discovery of a cocaine medication (p. 33), the committee wrote:

    "A medication developed for the treatment of drug addiction ideally is effective when administered orally or is able to be implanted, is long-acting, clinically safe, causes few side effects, is acceptable to patients, is designed to reduce both reinforcing and toxic effects of the addictive drug, has little abuse liability and is useful for more than one class of abused dugs (because many substance-abusers use more than one drug.)"

    This is impossible for any maintenance agonist, antagonist or mono-clonal enzyme currently under development to do, of course. Failure to come up with something that really works is the principle reason for "the absence [cited in the report] of a large, vocal advocacy group that would voice strong support and lobby for treatment funding and research"***--although criminalizing addicts certainly doesn't encourage activism.

    Back in New York, Dana's working majority on the ACT UP floor was coming to an end. It started when the floor rejected, 12 to 11, adoption of Cures Not Wars as a new harm reduction slogan. Then, just before the end of March, John Spacely died of AIDS. In an obituary, Dana bitterly recounted how John Spacely had asked for Ibogaine treatment in 1981, before he was probably even infected, and told the floor he understood perfectly the frustration of not being able to get people drugs in time to save their lives. Later in the evening, Dana and Dennis Peron got a healthy majority of ACT UP to back the annual Stop the Drug Wars Parade, by sponsoring one of two feeder rallies May 7th.

    Egged on by Dan Raymond, however, Donald Grove of the Lower East Side Needle Exchange flip-flopped and turned against May 7th after initially backing it. He attacked the whole idea of substituting non-injectable substances for heroin or cocaine, saying it wasn't legitimate AIDS-prevention, because it diverted energy from needle exchange. And he charged the underlying premise of blanket de-crim of 6 plants--market separation of marijuana -- stigmatized hard-drug users. Others passionately felt ACT UP should reject any moves to safeguard medical marijuana access by expanding existing New York State de-crim to 6 plants, because it would mainly benefit drug users who didn't have AIDS.

    This reaction blocked approval of all posters with ACT UP's name until there was no time left, and the Harm Reduction Coalition reluctantly announced it was going ahead without it. The opponents of Ibogaine, miffed at being bypassed, pressed for a star chamber proceeding May 2nd facilitated by Amy Bauer, where Dana's character was dissected without his being able to answer allegations against him.

    Some one even charged that John Spacely didn't die of AIDS--that Dana'd improperly taken up time under obituaries for a drug overdose death. Later in the evening it became clear that the AIDS Cure Project had enlisted the decisive votes with Donald Grove and the regular leadership in return for support for a full page ad in the New York Times. It was supposed to cost N.Y. ACT UP only $4,000 -- it ended up with the Treasurers refusing to pay theTimes the full $18,000, depriving ACT UP of any other ads in theTimes ever again. A written notice of cancellation of the ad hadn't been sent in. Bad luck.

    Dana, on the other hand, was busily working on preparations for the Cures not Wars Parade/Rally when an article on harmaline crossed his desk. It was from the "Abuse Folio" by David E. Smith of the Haight-Ashbury Free Clinic, and warned that high-dose harmaline, like Ibogaine, may indeed cause numbness, (presumably of hands and feet first).*

    The rally, when it happened May 7th, was far more enormous than anything ACT UP expected. The picture and caption in the New York Times presented a balanced harm reduction message -- not, as feared, just a marijuana protest.

    But with negative groupthink dominating ACT UP, only a handful of harm reduction loyalists showed up and experienced the rally. The ACT UP floor didn't want to acknowledge or deal with 8,000 young people who were not predominately gay or i.v. users. ACT UP's youth group, YELL, didn't even give out condoms.

    Three days later Charlie Kaplan stopped into 9 Bleecker, on his way to Texas to do NIDA contract-work. He offered an interesting notion they'd come up with before he'd left Erasmus: that Ibogaine reset the angle of the endorphin receptors -- the tilt of the receptor surfaces. He also reported Dutch authorities were tolerating harmaline use--but only as part of a quasi-religious ceremony--while some kind of challenge percolates up through the courts.

    "It's the original root religion," Dana interjected, "Both of the 3 Monotheisms and Hinduism. I should really help them in their suit, by furnishing a pharmacologic explanation for the Resurrection. Flattery (p. 93) says it is taboo for Sikhs and Hindus today because the Brahmin priests long ago realized it infringed upon their magical monopoly on revelation. And all Catholics knew was that it was used by the followers of Ahriman to contact Hell. But the Shia still burn harmel seed as incense; and the story is that at the birth of Jesus three Magians showed up with incense. So if Persian Kings customarily took Soma to increase their perscipacity and grasp of righteousness (p. 98), how could the Prince of Peace not avail himself of the same insight for His immeasurably greater, more demanding Mission?"

    Dana recommended that before going to Texas, Kaplan pick up the VALIS trilogy for $6 at Jim Druggas' store at 34 Carmine street. Dana also urged him to attend the second design session for NIDA's Phase I/II protocol May 16th, but that was the day Kaplan was starting work, so he couldn't make it.

    Since mid-April the harm reduction working group had been operating with the understanding that the ACT UP name would henceforth be used only in connection with the needle exchange. Medications development and AIDS-prevention for non-i.v. drug users would be the focus of a new group, CURES NOT WARS. But this was not finalized until May 30th. On May 16th Dana Beal, Johann Moore and David Goldstein, still representing ACT UP, attended the second Ibogaine Protocol design session. It was an exciting day.

    Frank Vocci opened with an overview of what NIDA/MDD is planning. He reviewed history of Ibogaine research, especially Molliver and O'hearn's findings of toxiticty in rats, which stopped human testing in September of '92, as well as primate data that prompted FDA to approve resumed clinical research at very low doses last August. He summarized where we left off in October, when the first design session was unable to agree to proceed quickly.

    NIDA pharmacologist Nora Chang presented what is known about Ibogaine pharmacokinetics. She stressed two points: discovery that Ibogaine bioavailability in rats and dogs is much greater in larger doses, and the discovery by Hearn of the Miami team of the major metabolite of Ibogaine called noribogaine.

    Biochemist James O'Callahan next did a quick workshop on the state of the art in measuring neurotoxicity. He presented slides showing the neurotoxicity of a large number of psychoactive drugs in various species of animals, and provided cross-species comparative scales of neurotoxicity.

    The "marker" he was using was the activation of astrocyte fibers of microglial cells -- macrophages that consume damaged neuronal tissue whenever there's toxicity. Ibogaine received a very low tox rating on this scale. He also presented data showing greater Ibogaine effect in female rats than in males.

    Mark Molliver, leading researcher on Ibogaine neurotoxicity in the cerebellum, started by saying the cerebellum is the least known part of the brain -- we know how it works, but we don't know what it does. The effect in rats that set off alarms in '92, however, was excito-toxic-- the result of overstimulation of very well-shielded Purkinje cells subjected to rhythmic bursts from the inferior olive.

    The reaction in primates was completely different. Molliver was astounded to find Ibogaine, when administered orally in doses up to 150 mg-per-kg, had none of the gross effects on his monkeys that he'd seen in rats. In order to maintain such effects (tremors, ataxia) longer than twelve hours, (because he suspected excito-toxicity in rats was due to length of tremor) he found it necessary to administer 50 mg/kg, interperitoneal Ibogaine in solution, every 2.5 hours.

    Five out of seven animals had seizure activity with each injection. But to check for signs of Purkinje damage, Molliver and O'hearn needed to adapt immune markers from humans and tissue stains from rats. It became clear to Molliver and O'hearn that the stains designed for rats, trying to pick up markers derived from humans weren'tworking in primates. Findings of no toxicity merely meant their "tools" couldn't detect it if it was there.

    On the first 6 monkeys, nothing they had worked. Furthermore, control animals also showed irregular, "spotty" distribution of Purkinje cells in corresponding regions of the vermis -- that's normal in primates. So after 5 sharp assaults with Ibogaine, Molliver was able to find only the most equivocal evidence of damage in one monkey.

    Dana Beal asked if the 5 sharp assaults, with seizures, were really comparable to the long rolling peak the human experiences with oral administration. He noted that Ibogaine injected, according to Hans-Georg Behr, also produces a shorter peak experience in humans, more similar to Molliver's i.p. administration in the primate.

    Next up was Deborah Mash, one of the University of Miami researchers with the IND from FDA to do Ibogaine safety-testing in humans. Her results earlier had conflicted with Molliver's, in that her animal subjects did not experience ataxia. No neurological deficits were found in her human subjects or her primates. Her IND is continuing. She expected to study three more male humans at higher doses. She said her team would like to accelerate the dose regimen, but that this had not been approved.

    She was followed by Juan Sanchez-Ramos, the movement-disorders specialist who is director of Miami laboratory and the initiator of the IND. He placed humans receiving the 1 mg/kg dose on a neurotest apparatus -- the "wobble board." This wobble board was designed to diagnose the presence and severity of Parkinson's disease. It measures wholebody tremor at various frequencies, and can detect fine tremor invisible even to trained specialists. At the low, one kmg./kg. dose, two subjects reported feeling nothing, while a third actually became calmer.

    Linda Weinhold presented NIDA/MDD Ibogaine Phase I/II Protocol Proposals, ie., the protocol that had been mailed in advance to participants. It involves a cohort of 60, or 15 at four centers, a nested double-blind dose run-up Phase I safety study, with a followup Phase II efficacy component to track interruption or diminishment of cocaine use.

    Subjects must be using $150 of cocaine a week. Out of fifteen subjects at each center, three will receive placebo, three will receive 150 mg, three will receive 300 mg, three will receive 600 mg, and three will receive 900 mg. One-week inpatient status preceding administration of ibogaine, one-week out-patient, with anniversary check-ups at three months, six months, and one year.

    She asked for questions, and it was half a minute before Beal broke the silence with a query following his earlier line of questions to Molliver: Since EEGs were being run before and after, how about doing an EEG as far into the treatment as the subject could tolerate? Subsequent discussion elicited views suggesting subjects would probably not object as much to this during the dreamlike phase as they would during the second, cognitive-evaluation phase starting about 6 hours into the procedure.

    The panel also seemed to be growing more comfortable with the idea that Ibogaine activity might be replacing REM. Ed Friedrich stated that since sleep deficit is a significant part of addiction sequellae, a sleep specialist should be present during Ibogaine treatment.

    Doblin suggested use of a PET scan on subjects. This suggest ion was rejected.

    There was much discussion of an active placebo, since subjects know they're getting Ibogaine. Since Ibogaine is a psychedelic, said Yensen, training given to each treatment team should include briefings on human behavior during psychedelic experiences. Rick Strassman further stressed importance of set and setting. An expert on DMT, he reiterated the need for sensitivity to psychedelic phenomena on the part of treatment teams.

    For an active placebo, Yensen suggested LSD, prompting alot of comparisons with Ibogaine to the effect to that it's more intense, but that the dreamlike quality makes it more benign, unlikely to trigger a schizophrenic break.

    Beal suggested mitragynine, reportedly used to interrupt heroin addiction in New Zealand, derived from the Rubiaceaea kratom.* Both suggestions were rejected by Charles Grudzinskas, acting Deputy Director of NIDA, who said that even less is known about the latter than about Ibogaine. This prompted general laughter and a release of tension.

    Things were running late, so Alan Trachtenberg of NIDA Basic Research launched into his presentation on 3 inclusion and 3 exclusion criteria while many panelists were still out of the room for a coffee break. The inclusion criteria are as follows: healthy male cocaine user (25-40 years old) with $150/week habit. Urine-tests will be used to determine that subjects are THC negative, methadone negative, and cocaine positive. HIV or t.b. positive subjects are excluded. Women are excluded until NIDA finds some clinical indication of efficacy in males, because of a greater sensitivity in the female to Ibogaine across a broad range of species, including human females.

    Christine Ollo came next, with protocol questionnaires to measure psychological state of subjects both prior to and following the Ibogaine session. There was significant discussion of the amount and endpoint of testing. After Ollo's presentation, discussion centered on need for treatment team to show sensitivity to mood of persons undergoing psychedelic experiences, specifically in accepting subjects' possible refusal to answer questions.

    The session wrap-up discussion had two facilitators. Paul Fudalla asked if anyone objected to proceding to a clinical trial; no one responded. Wright, FDA case officer for Ibogaine, at this point refined the question to inquire at what point the trial would be aborted. There was a heated discussion of the "Go/No go" decision points , i.e. the interpretation of behavioral manifestations in human subjects and the establishment of criteria for intervention, i.e., stopping.

    O'hearn was asked to weigh in; she said the data from just one animal was too preliminary. Tractenberg said he agreed with earlier comments that giving the animal 50 mg./kg. i.p. jolts of Ibogaine was not equivalent to the oral dose in humans; especially if it's really not much more long-lasting in humans, when injected, than in primates.

    At this point Molliver came back into the room, passing Dana, who whispered that it looked like the panel was overreacting to the toxicity findings again. Mark immediately went to the microphone. After a minute or two he commented: "My feeling is that this is going to be a safe drug in humans." With this remark there was a palpable shift in the sentiment of the room. He went on to say his results suggested that even in double-doses injected i.p. 5 times in 12 hours, Ibogaine damage was very hard to find in primates.

    Juan Sanchez-Ramos volunteered that he was ready to stop the minute he had proof of even the slightest cell loss. But Curtis Wright surprised everyone by ruling that in dealing with addiction, a life-threatening disorder, a little braincell loss might be okay. Wright then specified that the Data Safety Committee ought to have clear evidence that "something is broken" before intervention. For example, persistent minor tremor should not be sufficient to interrupt the study. Finally, Wright of FDA said "It sounds to me like you folks have a Phase I clinical trial."

    Carlo Contoreggi now took over, asking for further suggestions as to how to proceed. It was agreed that nicotine and alcohol consumption be monitored as part of the followup.

    Ed Friedrich also suggested there should be follow-up immune function studies. "Sleep medicine experts should be involved in Ibogaine research. If Ibogaine first releases REM, then allows catch-up Slow Wave Sleep as an after-effect, we have to beware of undesirable rapid healing effects of sleep restoration -- latent antigens belatedly attacked by the revived immune mechanism, causing rheumatoid arthritis, etc." Friedrichs urged extreme caution in administering Ibogaine to the aged.

    MDD seemed amenable a suggestion about adding another echelon -- 1200 mg,, or the lowest full dose-- if all went well. That would bring the total cohort up to 75. The timeline was set, but no dates given.

    At this point Beal asked when the trial would start. Wright turned the floor over to NIDA pharmacologist Belinda Hayes, who explained that ongoing preclinical work intended to determine the half-life of Ibogaine in the blood and to correlate blood levels with Ibogaine's different phases would have to be completed first. Mash spoke up and said things were moving quickly -- that the ACT UP side should be satisfied.

    Johann Moore asked when the Ibogaine would get to junkies on the street.

    Beal ended the session by remarking that narcotics agents in Staten Island had just strangled a man, Ernest Sayon, and that New York had a real possibility of exploding, Los Angeles-style: "As long as people have a hope of doing something about a problem, they'll wait instead of lashing out -- but we can only keep hope going for so long without actually delivering something."

    When Johann, Rommell and Dana went on the ACT UP floor the next week they told them the ball was now in ACT UP's court so far as doing anything about exclusion of women; and that it was really up to the floor if they wanted anything to happen to make it available to junkies with HIV, the original target group, any time soon. What Harm Reduction recommended was to see if females tolerated mitragynine better, so that it also might be fast-tracked.

    The next step was to make contact with New Zealand. A phonecall established that mitragynine had been given for methadone addiction detox. Kratom was smoked whenever withdrawals occured, with treatment extending over 6 weeks. Turned out there was also a visualization effect, but shifted into regular sleep, occuring at night as vivid, hypnagogic dreams. But some re-regulation of the sleep cycle, indicated by an "Ibogaine-like glow,"* seemed to persist as long as kratom is smoked.

    A few weeks later Juan Sanchez-Ramos, upon reading an earlier, 15 Chapter version of this report, furnished a paper** on treating Parkinson's disease with harmaline, an MAO-inhibitor, which was tried and abandoned around 1930. More selective monoamine-oxidase inhibitors discovered during the '60's are the current standard of care for Parkinson's. And MAO-inhibitors inhibit oxidative stress, known to have a role in the progress of AIDS.*** So harmala can also impart a glow (and is used to improve skin complexion, according to Flattery, ¶xx). However, according to Lotsof, more up-to-date techniques have determined that Iboga alkaloids, at first found by Dhahir to be MAO inhibitors, are not.

    Now Mark Molliver had also detected, although he barely mentioned it on the 16th, Ibogaine activity in the thalamus and locus coeruleus. The particular part of the thalamus activated by Ibogaine has an excitatory function, while the locus coeruleus is involved in concentration and dealing with novel situations. Both regions are implicated, like the cerebellum, in the generation of brain-waves--with the thalamus at 40 cycles-a-second synchronizing on every fourth beat and "binding" the slower 10 cycles-a-second rhythm of the olivo- cerebellum that governs body movement in a process known as "entrainment." According to Dr. Rodolfo Llinas of N.Y.U., brainwave activity must "entrain" (synchronize), lest the brainwaves clash--so the thalamus has to "keep time" with Ibogaine activity in the olivo-cerebellum.

    The thalamus handles sensory perception. Llinas has discovered that a doughnut-shaped group of cells in the thalamus called the intralaminar nucleus sends out a wave that scans all areas of the cerebral cortex every 12.5 thousandth of a second. This fires synchonized cells in the cerebral cortex that are currently recording sensory information, which instantly fire a coherent wave of messages back down to the thalamus. This synchronous firing, according to Sandra Blakeslee,***{***"How the Brain Might Work: A New Theory of Consciousness," Tuesday, March 21, '95 N.Y.Times, p. C1} is thought to be the basis of waking consciousness.

    At night, on the other hand, the locus coeruleus is active in REM; while the thalamus generates both the the slow-wave of deep sleep (when the cerebral cortex is shut down), and then while we dream, cells in the thalamus and cerebral cortex oscillate together for brief periods, according to experiments conducted in Quebec, by Dr. Mircea Steriade. The brain, in essence, is an organ that generates images. Wakefulness "is a dream guided by the senses," Llinas told Blakeslee.

    In the standard model of addiction, as we saw in Chap. 7,** visualization in the striatum triggers craving in the nucleus accumbens, which sets up a dopaminergic cascade of further visualizations and cravings that finally trip the dopamine switch in the pre-frontal cortex, initiating drug-taking. Not all visualization is dopaminergic, however.

    Glick showed Ibogaine weakly binds to the kappa receptor during the initial hours of a treatment. The kappa receptor, which is normally activated not by endorphins or enkephalins but a third class of endogenous opioids called dynorphins, may actually down-regulate or reverse the effect of endorphins on the mu or enkephalin stimulation of mu and delta receptors. Kappa opiate receptors have in fact been found (1986 Science, Vol. 233, pgs. 774-6, Pfeiffer, et al) to generate "dysphoric pseudo-hallucinations" as a part of an endogenous opiate system completely opposed to the normal euphoric analgesia of mu receptor agonists -- a possible reason why the FDA now considers Ibogaine to have low potential for abuse. Geerte F., on the other hand, believes the only true junkies are the 3 per cent or so of the population whose heroin experience has significant kappa receptor qualities. They get an out-of-body experience on heroin.

    Moreover, "...somesthetic changes and disturbances in the perception of space and time... de-personalization, de-realization and loss of self-control" induced by Pfeiffer et al. using the potent benzomorphan kappa agonist MR 2033 are consistent with the naturally-occuring NDE.

    Now if the function of an active placebo is that neither subjects or clinicians be able to tell whether they're getting Ibogaine, harmaline is a logical candidate. Fred Gotbetter, who's taken both, says harmaline is very close-more euphoric than Ibogaine, but similar in peak and duration. It is tremorigenic and oneiric (similar "two world super-imposition" effect), and has a much more solid track record of reasonably safe use in humans than any substance recently discovered, including LSD. Lee Cummings, informed that harmaline was once so widely used in Indo-European cultures, asked if it could be used to treat addiction. As a matter of fact, ayahuasca preparations are used in traditional South American medicine to curb alcoholism, curse of tribal peoples.* But telepathine, the compound in ayahuasca consisting principally of harmaline, contains additional tryptamines--which would explain while no Old World materia medica, working with pure harmala preparations from the wild rue, mentions treatment of alcoholism.

    Mitragynine, because its gradual mode of administration is not enough like Ibogaine, must actually be ruled out as an active placebo. But as far as any "efficacy component" of the current research is concerned, use of harmaline would allow fine comparisons with the weak binding to the kappa receptor which the additional architecture of the Ibogaine molecule seems to confer. Small doses of compounds that selectively bind to the kappa receptors could even be administered with harmaline, to see to what degree addiction interruption is dependent on such transient, or "weak" receptor activity. This may be the only way to determine whether, on Ibogaine, because of "sensitive dependence on initial conditions," the weak kappa binding which makes the experience less euphoric than harmaline, also makes it effective against addiction.

    The discovery of an endogenous nor-harman by E.M.Dzoljic**** should put to rest NIDA fears about harmaline toxicity. Turns out the active molecule in the little white flower by the side of the road is a naturally occuring neuro-transmitter.***** Dzoljic also found that activation of the opiate receptor types--mu, delta, and kappa--kicks up higher level of nor-harman. Lotsof believes increased leveals of this nurotransmitter represent the body's endogenous response to opiate dependency--but that heroin by itself overwhelmes nor-harmans ability by itself to counter-act the addictive effect.

    Recent findings on metabolization of Ibogaine in humans suggest the existence of a natural pathway in the liver (chi )that may also retard metabolization of nor-harman, so that it can be accumulated and released in a squirt during REM, in all probability as part of the digestive process, like TNF alpha.****** As an MAO-inhibiter, it modifies completely the effect of a significant simultaneous release during REM of the endogenous triptamine serotonin--making it "trippy." One or more harmala alkaloids seem to be the brain's own natural substance for generating long-term memory, dream content, eidetic visions, "peak experiences" (P.K. Dick's "blinding pink beam of light"), and in an emergency, the NDE--via complex interaction with dynorphin-generated kappa activity designed to counteract mu analgesia and stave off respiratory collapse. When this happens, years flash past like a movie and folks find themselves floating autoscopically above the operating table.

    NDE research gives us a window into a quantum state in which the personality is out-of-phase with space and time, where kappa and harmala receptors peek around the regular four dimensions through one of the seven that "collapsed" (but not quite completely) not long after the Big Bang, according to "superstring" theory.

    The ancients, in the course of centuries of harmaline use, apparently discovered the genuine prophetic effect comes not with ephedra, but can be magnified by simultaneously flooding the system with endorphins. The ritual mortification of flesh is a fossil remnant of this in the practices of present day Christian and Islamic sects. The Native American Sundance ritual, involving use of peyote (mescaline) while hanging, crucified, skewered through the pectorals, is a living example.

    Late in the summer, Dana talked to Carlo again, who felt a long-lasting metabolite, stored in the liver, might explain why some people get into distress hours after taking Ibogaine, when it should be wearing off: "Most people have the metabolic equivalent of a 4 lane tunnel to de-methylate the Ibogaine into nor-ibogaine, so that it can be metabolized. But sometimes 4 lanes of Ibogaine gets all jammed up trying to go through a one lane tunnel, an blood levels go way up. We think we can test for that susceptibility."

    Dana was doubtful: "Howard says Glick has a new paper out showing no Purkinje loss in the vermis of his rats at 40 mg-per-kg. I don't think toxicity results are going to tell you what you want to know, because it's another variation of the "guilty cell" approach."

    "What do you mean?," Carlo asked.

    "The original idea was that the Ibogaine effect was like psychosurgery--killing the cells where the addiction is. Another possibility, if brainwave actually ceases for a minute interval during the "splitting of the skull" is that in one in 6,000 people, it doesn't restart perfectly. The autopsy of Nicola K. released at long last by Dutch authorities, showed 'no determinable cause of death.'

    "We may have to face the fact that if we run thousands and thousands of people through the NDE, every so often some one won't come back. In Gabon about one in 6,000 die, usually a woman or a physically slight male. We always chalked that up to other cyto-toxic iboga compounds, uncertain release-rate from crude root bark scrapings, etc.; and thought it could be controlled in a hospital setting with full resucitation facilities. But perhaps, even though the NDE's pharmaceutically-induced, you have an occasional 'psycho-somatic death.'

    "Uncertainty can be fatal. On the other hand, you have to balance it against 15 people dropping dead here last week from too-pure heroin," and then he asked--

    "Do you think the liver's capacity to store long-lasting Ibogaine metabolite is related to the endogenous neuro-transmitter involved in the NDE?"

    A week later Bob Sisko and Dana were walking up Third street, discussing the notion that the NDE is the key to access, on the quantum level-- through Closed Timelike Curves-- to Time--

    "That harmaline book really turned out to be the key," exulted Dana, "to understanding the ramifications of the Passover Plot. The Essenes scoured the dreamtime for the meaningful touches Christ incorporated into his Action. To access the far distant future, his own harmaline trip had to be wrapped around some event of fundamental symbolic import, whose strange attractor would stamp itself on everything for millenia to come, so it would resonate. One way to understand it is to remember that consciousness, as Molliver says, is a matter of widely distributed circuits oscillating in phase with each other.

    "The resonance was undeniable. Remember, even after 1900 years the Grim King was so repelled by the example of the Suffering Just One that he scoffed at 'Jew-clear' physics! The Nazis taught that Aryan psychic powers had not been pharmacologic, but genetic-- lost chiefly by interbreeding with Asians, Jews, etc. In the Theosophical swirl surrounding the appearance of Nazism, Himmler identified Eastern religions generally with the renunciation and self-abnegation of the Buddhism of Hermann Hesse-- a chief competitor with Nazism in Germany during the 20's. He was both fascinated and afraid, creating SS research bureaus to plumb "the secrets of Tibet." Himmler was convinced Tibetan Buddhism was behind the Jews [!], who of course controlled Rome through the Buddha-nature of Jesus. [See next page. ]

    "Did you know that, acording to Hans Georg Behr, a Legion was in fact stationed in Jerusalem during Jesus' lifetime that was up to one third Buddhist? The 10th. They had been stationed in the East. After the Resurrection, some became Christians, and carried Christianity with them when they were transferred north of the Alps."

    Dana went on: "For the Nazis, Eastern religion existed to weaken the West. They brought back St. Michael as the personification of Germany: the German Michael (See next page ). So Himmler, who believed he was Baldur (the German Mithras)--and was the one who decided which nuclear physics were politically correct!--never caught on to the soma angle, or the relevance of certain Buddhist techniques which bring the apparent heartbeat down to zero. "

    "Hitler was such a loser," said Sisko. "I never understood that until I read 'How Hitler Lost the War'. * We used to think of Hitler as almost winning, but the author of this book shows how he made one wrong decision after another. I've thought a lot about this. And the only thing you can say is that through the Holocaust, the Nazis were diverted from their larger object, the destruction of humanity."

    "Victory went to followers of Christ," said Dana, "Not Mithras. Remember, in the original Mithadic vision, the world ended in fire. Because Germany and Japan win and go on to annihilate each other,** whereas Marxism and Christianity shared an anti-racist premise that enabled the Soviets and the West to reconcile. The Dream of the Prophets-- of Universal World Government-- was realized. And Israel was re-established, armed with nukes."

    "So Jesus was a Jewish radical," exclaimed Sisko. "The original Abbie Hoffman!"

    "You't gotta read Schonfield's other book, Those Incredible Christians, " said Dana. "He believes the Book of Revelations is actually the earlier document. Like the Book of John, it is associated with the Beloved Disciple. who is reputed to have lived more than a century, and seems to have been written by some one whose first language was Hebrew, unlike John, which is written in the Platonic manner, with dialogue, in Greek. That could make parts of Revelations the equivalent to the visions Wiraz dictated to the scribe when he arose from thestared state--the product of excursions forward of Jesus and others to next decision point.*** The interest of the Beloved Disciple was to debrief Jesus after his trip to the end of the Epoch initiated by his Crucifixion and Resurrection--

    "Rev. 22: 1 'And he showed me a pure river of water of life, pure as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and the Lamb. "22: 2 In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was the Tree of Life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; and the leaves of the Tree were for the Healing of the Nations'."

    "But also 22: 13 'I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.' and 22: 14 Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the Tree of Life, and may enter through the gates into the City.'"

    "What this implies is that only those who keep kosher, by regarding the host not as the literal blood of Jesus, but as the plant soma of the Tree of Life --i.e., the living blood of the Spirit which indwelt in Jesus when He was baptised by John the Baptist--get to enter the Village of the Dead!

    "I told Charlier Kaplan," Dana went on, "that the effect of millions of addicts taking Ibogaine might well be like the 'scatter' from city light messing up interstellar observatories --a sudden zone of translucence, which would be perceived as from a distance as the event-limit. And dig this! According to Flattery (p. 90-91), in Zoroastrian eschatology, at the end of Time a final yasna (sacrifice/communion) will be performed in which the bull Hadayus and its fat mixed with "white haoma." This differs from ordinary haoma just as the Hadayus bull differs from ordinary cattle,**** (i.e, hadanaepata being the ancient Priestly usage for haoma that actually contained harmel). But the mixture is the draught of immortality to the resurrected dead. The Ancestors."

    "You know, I read a book called the Sign and the Seal that claims the Arc of the Covenent still exists. This guy Graham Hancock uses textual analysis, his own archeology, and the well-known fact that the falashas of Ethiopia practiced Old Temple rites not used in mainstream Judaism since the Babylonian exile to bolster the claim that the Kahanes actually spirited the Arc of the Covenant off to Egypt, to keep it from being defiled when Menasha tried to introduce idols into the Temple.***** Hancock found ruins of a replica of the first Temple on the Egyptian Island of Elephantine, near Aswan, from the end of the Persian Empire, when he says the Arc was removed to an island on Lake Tanith in the Abyssinian Highlands. There he found intact the stone altar for animal sacrifice, on the spot where the Arc was kept in a tent for 814 years. Then it wound up in a church in Axum during the mass conversion of Ethiopian Jews to Christianity around the time of Constantine the Great. Ethiopia was the only place where most Jews accepted Jesus as Moshioch" Dana mused. "Half the population were Jews. They were there for a long time--maybe before Solomon and Sheba."

    "The Ethiopians actually brought the Arc out in front of their army in 1898, when they met the Italians at Adowa. They say St. George came riding down on his dragon with a heavenly host, and the Italians were defeated--the largest European army ever to invade Africa up til that time. Emperor Menelik reproached his couriers, saying that it was not right that they rejoice at the deaths of so many Christians.

    "In 1935, the Italians used poison gas. And in '36, fascist blackshirts massacred the monks at Axum. But Mussolini, who thought he was Caesar, didn't know or care about the Arc. He lost his armies in 1941--first, a quarter of a million men before the British in Libya, in February. Then the British brought Haile Selassie back from exile, to Khartoum, and as he ascended into Ethiopia, tens of thousands of Rastafarians came down from the hills, and the House of David re-entered Addis Ababa at the head of a mighty host. In all of East Africa, a second quarter million Italian troops were captured, almost without a shot being fired. After that, Italy was out of the war.

    "Those who want to understand what comes next with Ibogaine ought to study that abject collapse--study its strange attractor: the re-match between Caesar and Christ, the return of the Negus. Remember, he was Jesus' distant great grandnephew. The Arc is still at Axum. No one gets to see it but a single custodian, who always goes blind with cataracts after a couple years. Goes with the job. Once a year, at Kineret, they bring out a replica, covered with a blue robe emblazoned with the dove ot the Holy Spirit," Dana concluded.

    "That seems to be the story--Arc of the Covenant into Africa, Ibogaine out--'cause now, out of Africa, comes a New sacrament.

    It restores the cultural importance of Dreamtime.

    It obviates the need for mortification of flesh. From the Sundance to accupuncture. The improvement over harmaline is sufficiently dramatic to rehabilitate a lost form of medicine. Ibogaine heals 'wounds that will not heal.' Therefore, for addiction medicine, it's like 'the key that opens every door.'

    "What dopaminergic visualization can do, kappa opiate visualization can undo, by going back in virtual time to undo it. And it is appropriate that emancipation from pathologic reflex is located in the dreamtime. All our concepts of a Spiritual Realm, a Platonic realm of Ideal analogs which generate everything in the real world, are cultural relics of a harmaline-induced state. As Dick poetically put it about the previous possibilities of harmala alkaloids, "St. Sophia is going to be born again; she was not acceptable before." (VALIS, p.100)

    "A few pages earlier (p. 97) he also wrote--'The Godhead is impaired; some primordial crisis occurred in it which we do not understand.'

    "Ibogaine clears up the problem with primordial crisis, at least: It wasn't the Godhead but the previous sacrament, harmaline, that was impaired. Incomplete. A perfect sacrament wouldn't require additives."
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    CHAPTER 18: Deborah Mash's Brain

    In March, 1994, in strictest secrecy, Howard Lotsof re-instituted treatments of addict volunteers in an ultramodern hospital in Panama City, with pre-treatment work-ups at the University of Miami. But this time, with hush-hush clearance by the Panamanian Ministry of Health, hourly bloodsamples would be flown directly to the Addiction Research Center in Baltimore, affording NIDA scientists a window to observe the pharmacokinetics of Ibogaine for the first time in humans. Grudzinskas was once again fulltime head of MDD, following the appointment of Alan Leshner as Director of NIDA in February, and Frank Vocci, true to his word, was moving into high gear.

    Among these new treatments was Nancy, a third-timer who'd become re-addicted since the treatments stopped. Nancy's opiate experience began with access to someone else's take-home methadone--she was on 100 mgs daily plus other drugs.

    Her first Ibogaine was in Holland, 25 mg./kg., during the same Jan. '93 treatments--except that she declined to be videotaped by ABC "Day One." Two 1/2 mos. later, at the end of March, '93, she required re-treatment, with 29-31 mg./kg. But progress against her addiction didn't end her health problems; during the summer she stopped menstruating.

    Her third treatment, in March of '94, actually consisted of two administrations--10 mg./kg. on the 25th and 20 mg./kg on the 28th--since Howard and the treatment team were leery of giving the whole 30 mgs at once in light of known female sensitivity. A painstaking checkup at the University of Miami had failed to detect any physical basis for her complaints of recurrent intestinal malaise and diarrhea that would preclude more Ibogaine. Recovery was uneventful, although the problem with her insides didn't get any better. She flew straight back to the New York area, and was examined 5 days after treatment at Jackson Memorial Hospital.

    On April 21, though, she flew back down to Miami for a medical exam at the U. of Miami--part of the followup to her Panamanian re-treatment. No ill-effects of Ibogaine--but still no explanation of her diarrhea and recurrent vomiting. She was released from the hospital. Much later that evening she was found dead at the apartment where she was staying, collapsed in her vomit. Estimated time of death, 9:40 PM.

    By coincidence, Nancy died in the only place in the country where bodies routinely go to Dr. Lee Hearn, who happens to be Dade County medical examiner as well as the member of Deborah Mash's team who discovered the active metabolite nor-ibogaine. The autopsy--much more exhaustive than in previous deaths--found no discernible link to Nancy's recent re-treatment, establishing cause of death as mesenteric artery thrombosis (heart attack) associated with small bowel infarction (blockage), complicated by a general "hypercoagulable state" of the blood due to chronic infection in the thigh.

    The Institutional Review Board of University of Miami hospital reviewed all this and concurred: death was not caused by Ibogaine. So Deborah Mash wound up with the one and only body in existence of a woman who certifiably didn't die of Ibogaine yet had received multiple Ibogaine exposures in the previous 14 months. And the brain was in pristine condition, so that researchers could look for traces of non-lethal neuro-toxicity, the kind that ordinarily never shows up in behavior, and goes undetected. Brains with just the right drug history are hard to come by.

    Meanwhile, it was deemed safe to go ahead in Panama with more male treatments, in July. After talking with Anne Shulgin about the "doorway of light," Mash did make one change in her protocol. She drew up a contract all prospective treatments have to sign "agreeing to come back." To this day, she says Nicola K's boyfriend insists she did not die of Ibogaine toxicity, but "found the doorway and went through it of her own free will."

    In late September, Sisko and Rommell flew to Panama City, to be with Howard and Deborah Mash as they treated 3 more male addicts, including an older heroin addict who was shooting $5,000 a month. Also a younger crackhead who was basing $1,000 a week, so that his wealthy family could well afford the Ibogaine. The kid had a full-blown experience. He described encountering Bwiti as a half million year old Black Man in a Desert, but relapsed almost as soon as he got home. The older guy's liver function improved.

    Howard and the local doctors did a press conference announcing Panamanian government approval of experimental Ibogaine.

    At the very end of October David Goldstein showed up at 9 Bleecker with important news: a researcher named Poppik* had discovered Ibogaine activity at the same NMDA (N-Methy-D-Aspartate) receptor as harmaline (Woods, 1982).

    Popik characterized Ibogaine and its cogeners including harmaline as "noncompetitive" NMDA antagonists [binding only one micron more to the NMDA receptor, according to Molliver, than to the kappa opiate receptor]. In effect they are more like nor-harman, the neuro-transmitter associated with REM, eidetic memory and the NDE, as opposed to serotonergic indole ring alkaloids like LSD.

    In David's materials on the NMDA receptor were papers on the potent anti-stroke medication diszolcilpine (MK801). Both Ibogaine and harmaline displace the somewhat oneiric MK801, suggesting a common mechanism of action. Daily administration of MK801 attenuated both tolerance to and dependence upon alcohol and morphine.*** Also, MK 801 has been also found to inhibit the supersensitization to cocaine that sometimes occurs with tolereance to cocaine.**

    MK 801 is a hallucinogen -- more related to phencyclidine and ketamine than Ibogaine/harmaline. Yet FDA approved it, because an injection of MK801, even half an hour after a stroke, by blocking flow of potassium, sodium and calcium ions into brain cells, interferes with the normal "glutamate cascade" that fuels neurologic stroke damage, cutting it 50 to 75%.

    This is important for understanding not just Ibogaine, but how "opium dreams" and delerium tremens may actually represent the neuro-protective activity of nor-harman, which has been implicated by Dzoljic et al as "endogenous Ibogaine."

    Ordinarily, NMDA receptor-channels are clogged by a bulky Magnesium ion (see illustration), and may not even play a role in normal synaptic transmission. A number of researchers**** are looking at the role of calcium influx in potentiation and growth, i.e, in long-lasting increases in nerve cell communication within the synapses.

    In "Quantum Coherence in Microtubules: A Neural Basis for Emergent Consciousness?," Stuart Hameroff explains that consciousness itself emerges from a critical level of coherence of quantum-level events in cytoskeletal microtubules within neurons--that each microtube tranforms disordered molecular, thermal or electromagnetic energy into coherent photons within its hollow core, which penetrate without loss along the microtubule in a quantum phenomenon called self-induced transparency, manifesting a collective dynamics called super-radiance--involving synchronous, self-organizing firing of widely distributed neurons.* Our neurons, like swarms of fireflies, wax and wane together in quantum simultaneity, even though cell-to-cell, receptor-based communication must be electro-chemical, and therefore slower.

    NMDA-mediated calcium influx induces changes in the spiny protrusions of dendrites, which receive chemical signals, while NMDA also a) stimulates post-synaptic release of arachidonic acid, a fatty acid that travels backward across synapses to presynaptic neurons and increases their output of neuro-transmitter, increasing synaptic strength; and b) may cause the enzyme protein kinase C to move from the cytoplasm out to the membrane where it phosphorylates protein growth. This new "hardwiring" allows the neuron to download the day's short-term recptor memory into long-term cellular memory--clearing up the recptors, down-modulating toterance and supersensitivity.

    To reconcile myriad conflicting receptor impulses requires more than blind tabulation, though. Remember that neurons are fiber-optic. Like any good neuro-transmitter, the body uses nor-harman to do a number of jobs--dreaming, waking REM, the NDE, even the DTs--which involve visualization, so that impulse and counter-impulse are played out in the REM circuitsand choices may be (semi)consciously made, not blindly tabulated.

    A clue to the mechanism here came from Molliver, who recounts an experiment in which Llinas briefly exposed vermal cerebellar purkinje cells to harmaline--immediately "washing" his sample to remove all traces of harmaline. The purkinjes continued firing for 6 hrs. from this brief exposure--as if transparency in microtubules had been altered directly. Also, instead of blocking the NMDA receptor completely, the "flickering" effect of the harmaline (and iboga, and nor-harman during REM) allows a trickle of calcium in (since too much causes cell death)--to be processed, under the apparenmt direction of the REM circuits, into new hardwiring for your neurons.

    This means that there's no natural recovery without REM action on jaded receptors, turning short-term into long-term memory--without "maturing out." And six hours of Ibogaine is like six months of REM. Chaotically (yet not randomly, since this chaos has personality), by calceous accretion of dendrites and microtubules, Ibogaine-fired information is not only retrieved but also (contrary to reigning 12-step paradigm) generated--created from connections that were not there before.

    Ibogaine's 'stroboscopic' effect--by almost but not quite blockading calcium influx at the NMDA site--seems to keep a feedback loop open which enables the body to "learn" its way out of withdrawal and craving. "Compared with the effects of harmaline," observes Goutarel, "the fantasy evoked by Ibogaine is easier for the subject to manipulatee... so that, more often than with other drugs, they can stop to contemplate a scene, go back, explore an alternative in a given sequence, bring a previous scene back to life, etc."

    The key is "sensitive dependence on initial conditions," which vastly multiplies the initial will of the addict to get better because dendrite/ micro-tubule accumulation has a built-in multiplier effect, an effect that's not supposed to get out of control as long as they follow the red road.*** [perhaps because neurons must snag iron ions from the blood to keep the calcium activity in check].*

    The Nganga say the red road is the best and safest way to the Village of the Ancestors. The first appearance of Bwiti as guide/gatekeeper is usually as a familiar elder or trusted ancestor. And this had been the thing Sisko emphasized, quoting Goutarel in response to Dana, in late September as they were returning to his house at the end of their long rap about harmaline and Ibogaine as sacraments: "For various reasons, poor preparation, inadequate motivation, fear, psychosis, neurosis--certain subjects are unable to get past this critical phase;" and cited the need for the neophyte to be "watched constantly by his 'mother,' who regulates his psychophysiological reactions to prevent him from letting terrifying phantoms interfere, for they would lead him down the wrong path, down the road of death."

    Later, on the other hand, after reviewing data on the NMDA receptor, Dana said to Sisko, "You know, if you're being crucified, it makes perfect sense to take an anti-stroke medication. Harmala ought to stop the glutamate cascade--it binds to the same NMDA receptor as MK-801!"

    In the beginning of November the Republicans won the election. Instead of focusing on AIDS and Ibogaine, Lee Brown had listened to CASA, Sue Rusche, and the Partnership for a Drug Free America: When in doubt, bash pot. Their idea of a big media event for the final days of the campaign was a highly telegenic Clinton speech to some schoolkids in Mass, in which he apologized even for not inhaling. Clips of that ran all day on CNN, inspiring 3-5 % of the electorate not to vote--since who or what was there to vote for. Post-election analysis concluded GOP carved out their narrow statistical victory not because of more Republicans, but because significant numbers of Democrats, in disgust, didn't bother to vote.

    The full impact of the 1994 election had not really sunk in when drug reformers gathered in D.C for the annual conference of the Drug Policy Foundation. One of the hottest workshops was the Ibogaine panel, starring Deborah Mash, with a ton of new data.

    Mash revealed that Ibogaine blood concentrations reach a low peak from 2 to 4 hrs (during the visualizations), then rapidly fall off--de-methylated by the liver into the longer-acting, water-soluable nor-ibogaine (termed m-1, or metabolite-one)--which peaks more sharply at 4 hrs. and slowly descends during the cognitive evaluation and insomnia phases. Somehow, she indicated, nor-ibogaine may be hanging around the metabolism for some time--perhaps during the several weeks post-treatment when Ibogaine subjects are working off their REM-surplus and don't sleep much. In fact, Mash's team suspects nor-ibogaine is Stanley Glick's elusive, long-acting metabolite--that it was nor-ibogaine which up until 4 months after her first treatment, made Geerte F. "experience colors and light very intensely"--that nor-ibogaine was in fact responsible for the "Ibogaine-aftereffect" which Geerte experienced as "blockading craving until it wore off."

    Mash also announced her team had confirmed the discovery of Popkik, et al, that Ibogaine was found to key into the NMDA receptor. Activity at this receptor is an important key to understanding how Ibogaine actually averts braincell loss from excito-toxic delirium tremens or cold turkey withdrawal. It's also an important clue to what can go wrong--too much glutamate and too much calcium cause excito-toxicity, and apoptosis--cell death.

    Another discovery of the Mash team was Ibogaine binding at a third site--the muscarinic acetylcholine receptor--even weaker than at thekappa opiate or NMDA receptors. This is a post-synaptic receptor, i.e, it acts presumably by up-modulating reception of pre-synaptic acetylcholine activity. Acetylcholine is the neuro-transmitter for all sorts of muscular activity (heartbeat, etc.), but it is also an important neuro-transmitter, especially for sleep, REM, and so-on. Muscarine is the active, non-psychedelic component of amanita muscaria,* and is present, according the Sanchez-Ramos, in a number of substances used in traditional divination, such as datura. The Viking Berserkers used it just before battle not to trip, but because muscarinic acid causes bursts of action, and rage. In the REM circuits, the giant pontine cells [see illustration:] of the hippocampus where cerebellar acetyl-choline activity is shunted during REM, it is expressed as tremor because one's responses are part of the dream--generating the "REM twitch."

    The other big revelation at the DPF Conference for Ibogaine-watchers came from Dr. Todd Mikurya, who had a letter from Defense Secretary William Perry declassifying records of all chemical research prior to 1968, including psychedelic research in humans. Dr. Todd went personally with a delegation of relatives of victims of various accidents and experiments over the lost 40 years, and met at Edgewood Arsenal with a bevy of Army brass headed by a Colonel. He couldn't get access to the locked CIA facility at Edgewood where the Ibogaine records would be, however, without parallel clearance from the Director of the CIA. Curtis Wright was informed that FDA or NIDA could go ahead on their own and try--armed with the Perry letter--to get CIA to release their archives on the work of Isbell and others.

    In December, Beal flew to spend Christmas in Germany with Georg Behr, who was just finishing up the new improvedVan Hanf Ist Die Rede. Behr was certain the last word on Ibogaine and the opiate receptors was not in, recalling that Sanchez-Ramos had told him just a few months earlier that his previous intuition that Ibogaine must generate some kind of opioid receptor activity besides the kappa had been a "good clue."

    In January, as the new Congress took its seats intent on enacting Gingrich's gameplan for the first 100 days, the FDA and NIH huddled to consider threats that they might be abolished, or severely neutered. All the opponents of going forward with NIDA's first Ibogaine trial, the NIDA old guard who disbelieved an interrupter was even possible, took their cue to come forward, to lobby Alan Leshner to stop it. Leshner ordered a complete review of MDD' s Ibogaine Project by a new panel, of "outside consultants" including foremost critics like Reese Jones, Charles Gorodetzky, et al.

    The first clue activists had something was up came when Curtis Wright, after telling them another NIDA design session was in the works, said MDD had decided further "public" meetings were unnecessary. It transpired that Frank Vocci had decided not invite the activists, or send out conference packets to anyone but invited experts.

    Cures not Wars huddled, reviewed contacts among libertarian legalizers, and once more initiated the now-familiar drill of phoning, faxing and mailing Ibogaine information to a new group. But this time it was to GOP Congressmen and conservative thinktanks working on de-regulating drug approval. To Cato Institute, the Competitive Enterprise Institute and Gingrich's own Progress and Freedom Foundation. So the new techno-right was put on notice. Were they interested in a quick techno-fix for addiction?

    Only Speaker Gingrich or President Clinton can resolve the current impasse between two committees of Congress and authorize release of $60 million*{*as recommended by the IOM Report} from the Forfeiture Fund (under Criminal Justice) to NIDA Medications (under Health & Environment) for Ibogaine development. Even the biggest advocates of prisons ought to appreciate the fiscal implications of a cure that enables 25-40% of addicts to walk away from addiction without expensive support and social services.

    The most interested, though, seemed to be the Cato Institute. [Presumably not directly named after the Roman Cato who declared: "Cartago dalenda est." ...Carthage must be destroyed. To defeat Hannibal. Smash every brick and sow the land with salt, that nothing may grow there, ever again. And pursue Hannibal even to Asia Minor (where he generalled for a while for the Jews), to bring him back to Rome in chains.]

    Meanwhile, on Jan 19, 1995, Dhoruba was definitively cleared of the 1971 attack on two NY police officers. The day of Wisdom and the rule of Wisdom had finally come. Manhattan District Attorney Robert Morgenthau, after exhausting every legal manuever to re-instate the original conviction, decided the case was too old to re-try.

    A few days later in Rotterdam, after several month of terminal dementia, Nico Adriaans died of AIDS. Despite being an original founder of needle exchange, Nico had somehow become infected, and would be excluded from current Ibogaine trials. That's unfortunate, because through