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Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Each change in tempo seemed connected to his genetic roots with origins far back in the mushroom of time; a product of divine creation? Or a scientific progression from mud and ooze? It was as if he, his body, his mind, was making the music, orchestrating every subtle change. Each movement of hands or body seemed to initiate a change in rhythm or to bring in new sounds. The power he felt was awesome, but it was not a power of darkness, but rather of light…of beauty. He knew this was an altogether different level of existence from that of everyday grey reality. He knew that somehow…the music, the pharmaceuticals, the combination of the two, were bypassing circuits and barriers in the mind that one day would be bypassed by evolution; that one day mankind, or what it had become , would achieve these feelings, this level of awareness without any recourse to drugs, that merely by willing it to be so, it would be so. One day mankind would not only visit the stars, he'd dance among them
