THE TURNING FANFARE Dark strangers, if we began!
In 1956 one of my oldest friends came to France. He came like the king of Salem, Melchizedek, bearing bread and wine. However, this bread and wine gave every indication of being poison.
It was a greenish powder with large seeds that smelled like mildew and had a very bitter taste. The plant, which David had dried and ground to make this powder, was regarded by the Indians of Arizona as sacred, and they called it “Christ’s gift to the red man.” They would consume it on Saturday evenings and spend the night in front of a...