Original article in DISCOVER, June 2000, Vol. 21 No. 6 (owned by Disney...) Excerpt from: "Is the Weather Driving You Crazy?" By Joseph D'Agnese ... In his behavioral neuroscience lab, students bombard rats with extremely low frequency (ELF) electromagnetic waves that mimic electrical charges carried in weather systems. Critics say such waves are too low in intensity to have any effect on humans. But Persinger insists it's not the waves' intensity that matters but their frequency and shape. Sooner or later, the body's autonomic nervous system, the bundles of nerves and fibers that control our bodies' internal workings, will respond to the faint but persistent barrage. Consider what happens at a typical cocktail party, says Persinger. When you enter a room filled with people talking, the voices sound loud at first, then as your hearing acclimates, the voices seem to mute: "If I'm talking to you and I raise my voice and RAISE IT AND RAISE IT, it gets so loud that you leave. If I whisper, though, you pay attention and you can understand what I'm saying." Whispers slice through background noise because they carry two pieces of information: the metamessage ("This is important") and the actual message ("Do this"). He believes extremely low frequency waves grab the brain's attention in much the same manner.

If you go down to the woods today, your in for a big surprise. Especially if there's a tekno party in full swing. Expect to be fallen upon by a strange crowd of people, many of who simply stare blankly ahead and dribble slightly when you ask them for their names. Even stranger are the hordes of bodies littering the ground. What madness is this? Is there a lurking maniac around each tree and behind every bush fondling a blood soaked knife? Perhaps they've all been up too long and need some well deserved kip, its hard work unloading a few speakers after all. But, no - the party's only just begun, and the shadows have been checked for murderers and are mainly clear.

Suddenly, a gaunt face peers from the gloom, "oo's got my fuckin plate, I'm tryin to cook!" Curious, and peckish, you push through the comatose bodies to the truck and ask for a sandwich, the face stares past you and mumbles something about fuckin off out of his fuckin van.

The kemikal generation and counter culture is obviously positive to the max, when the law is ignoring you and serving the upper classes there is no alternative but to live your life "one way, and that's your own". The UK legal system is f*cked and we all discovered that at the age of 14 when we first noticed that 'smoking a J', surprisingly, didn't kill us or f*ck us up and hey everybody's doing it, its the brand new dance. It doesn't take long for Ezeer the geezer in the corner to muscle in. Far from being rejected by society & unable to get a job as implied by the authorities, counter culture and drug culture is society. Eventually you find out that Bill Clinton's been blowing puff & even some of the pigs are blowing like big bad wolf. Stop press:- George bush's son has taken cocaine - shock horror. Labour party MP gets skanked on rock deal etc. etc. etc. This is it. this is the reality trip in late 90's Britain, the law says one thing the culture says another. You can't blame the likes of spiral tribe for their f*ck Da Law attitude. There is no point sitting around watching TV, the drug of the (rest of the) nation, waiting for the 'legalise it' crew to wear down the government & change the law. Life is for living you may get run over by a bus tomorrow, go on, gimme an E please Bob. Since your here & now you might as well listen to a succession of repetitive beats. Illegal music? there's nothing wrong with having a party. The law is a farce, and so has been reduced to simple practicality of modern living, what ever happened to the notions of Justice, prevention of anti-social behaviour, and Morality? Don't turn of now kid respect your mother, listen up and listen good. Most people in counter/drug culture don't listen past this point. "Morality is the shit that is spouted by people that don't know how to have a good time" (can't handle there drugs ). Because most people living in Britain's drug culture smoke reefers daily, they live as outlaws. The law has no meaning and so as soon as you start smoking you have to make your own right and wrong the law is no guide. These tricky decisions are mostly made when your f*cked on drugs & teen spirit. Bad time to be making your own religion. If your not careful drug culture morality slips to the level of smack culture & those that have danced with the Devil have faith no more. Do what you can get away with and live for the next hit. We all know what scum 90% of smack hedz are cos it 'took their life, took their wife, and in the end, it was there only friend'. They have no mates that are more significant than their next hit. OK cool so the devil is alive and well in Moss side & Hulme that's hardly news, let em burn baby burn. My concern is the disillusioned ecstasy generation. They love their mates & are essentially sound as a pound (or at least half a bar) my mates won't f*ck me over, ever, full stop. But is that the full stop of it? Is it right to be the good Samaritan to your mates & then as far as the law is concerned do what you can get away with and live life for the next hit/rush/giggle/laugh/party. If you can nick a mars bars and not get caught shop fitting why not? Mentality on automatic, switch to default behaviour patters, live life now., I'll think about life next time I'm on acid thanks., Think about it sure I did the cameras are f*cked in this shop there is no way big brother could see me.