| Third in a LIFE Series: | Seeking the Magic Mushroom | 
|  N the night of June 29-30,1955, in
        a Mexican Indian village so remote from the world that
        most of the people still speak no Spanish, my friend
        Allan Richardson and I shared with a family of Indian
        friends a celebration of "holy communion" where
        "divine" mushrooms were first adored and then
        consumed. The Indians mingled Christian and pre-Christian
        elements in their religious practices in a way
        disconcerting for Christians but natural for them. The
        rite was led by two women, mother and daughter, both of
        them curanderas, or shamans. The proceedings went
        on in the Mixeteco language. The mushrooms were of a
        species with hallucinogenic powers; that is, they cause
        the eater to see visions. We chewed and swallowed these
        acrid mushrooms, saw visions, and emerged from the
        experience awestruck. We had come from afar to attend a
        mushroom rite but had expected nothing so staggering as
        the virtuosity of the performing curanderas and
        the astonishing effects of the mushrooms. Richardson and
        I were the first white men in recorded history to eat the
        divine mushrooms, which for centuries have been a secret
        of certain Indian peoples living far from the great world
        in southern Mexico. No anthropologists had ever described
        the scene that we witnessed. I am a banker by occupation and Richardson is a New York society photographer and is in charge of visual education at The Brearley School. It was, however, no accident that we found ourselves in the lower chamber of that thatch-roofed, adobe-walled Indian home. For both of us this was simply the latest trip to Mexico in quest of the mushroom rite. For me and my wife, who was to join us with our daughter a day later, it was a climax to nearly 30 years of inquiries and research into the strange role of toadstools in the early cultural history of Europe and Asia. |  AUTHOR WASSON sits in New York home with recorder, mushroom pictures and "mushroom stone." A onetime newspaperman, he took up banking in 1928. Turn the Page |