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Elihu Targuman, Datura Specialist
from The Reeducation of a Turd Peddler
by John Henry Peabody
AND
SO WE COME TO TargumanElihu Targuman. I saw him skirting
the festival the day Serras heart disappeared the same way I have
seen him around town for years: furtive, odd, semi-homeless and the
embodiment of Jethro Tulls Aqualung, although I dont think
hes the perv Aqualung was. Targuman is just psychotic and affected
by years of datura use. Hes also a 1968 graduate of El Fornio
High, which makes him a Moor.
And a troll
under the bridge.
Most
people dont know that if you see a homeless person up towards
their sixties, they were likely normal at some point in their lives:
had a relationship, a career, were a parent. Older homeless people cant
have lived like that for thirty years. Theres too much attrition.
They lost what they had for one reason or anotherdrink, hurt,
insanity, any combination of the threeand at a glance you see
who they are now.
So
like most people, I wrote Targuman off.
As
I grew older, though, I learned through Darbys mother, Janis,
who went to high school with Targuman, that Targuman was different.
While he did manifest early adult onset schizophrenia, he was also regarded
as a master toalache makera brewer of the datura plant used by
the Fornayand with that seemed to have come up with a use for
his insanity.
At
first the Fornay regarded him as an interloper and a doper, but by the
1980s, with Reagan retooling the culture, the threat of the old mission
being rebuilt, and many old time Fornay passingalong with their
brewing secretsTargumans historied use and understanding
of the plant became an asset that provided him both shelter and authenticity.
Like
me, he was kind of adopted. When I was younger, I remember seeing the
Targ coming and going at the Librado compoundwith the sweet, rancid
whiff of an unwashed person. I wasnt sure at the time why he came
around, but it was because of Targuman that I withheld a certain amount
of judgment for people who were outsiders.
We
touched through a handshake once when I was in my early teens, wiping
my hand on my pants afterwards. We passed only occasionally after that.
By the time I graduated high school, went off to college and grad school,
I had forgotten all about him. It was only in the last few years of
my residency as the curator at the historical society that I began interacting
with Targuman again.
I
couldnt believe he was still alive.
To
be honest, it was Elihu Targuman, through Janet and the brothers Librado,
who administered my first and only datura trip. Ladies and germs, I
dont recommend it, but I needed to know what my father went through,
and what the Librado brothers and the Native Americans I had studied
experienced. It was a rite of passage for them and I didnt want
to be denied. As usual, I was doing my best to be included in something
I probably shouldnt be part of.
The datura blossom
and tobacco-like leaves.
Datura goes by many names: Jimson Weed, Jamestown Weed (they
were so hungry they ate it and went insane afterwards). Its also
called Devil's Weed, Moonflower, Hell's Bells, Devil's Cucumber, Thorn-Apple
(from its spiny fruit), Pricklyburr and Devil's Trumpet. It looks like
a large morning glory. It is related to tobacco, petunias, tomatoes
and even, Im told, tomatillos.
Respect Datura and you will not be hurt by it. And when I say
respect, I mean avoid. There are better ways to get high. The average
seeker can use psylocibic mushrooms, marijuana, good Burgundy, double
expressos, handfuls of gummi bears or even hit themselves in the head
with a hammer all afternoon if they want to transcend the mundane. Datura
is only for professionals.
The root of the word is Hindi, derived from Sanskrit. It dates
before 2000 BC. Species of datura are both New and Old World. Many front
yards in California have so-called Angel Trumpet (Datura solanacae)
standing tall next to the front door porch, its orange bells handing
down against lime green tobacco leaves. This is the datura from India.
I once met an Indian medical student who told me that datura was used
by thieves who would dose a person and when they were blacked out on
the drug make off with the unconscious persons things.
I have no reason to doubt that. You could have made off with
many of my things when I was dosed on the stuff.
The active ingredients in datura are alkaloids: atropine, hyoscyamine
and scopolaminethe same stuff they use in Lucky Charms. The plant
itself has a wicked, rancid smell that alerts any creature to its potency.
All of these chemicals are classified as deliriants. They make the user
high, full of hallucinations, blind and even on the edge of death. People
die from datura. The pictographs found in Chumash territory and up in
the Pass were done while the performer was under the influence of datura.
It was this kind of datura brew that Targuman was so good at. He never
overbrewed, never underbrewed. He didnt kill you. What he did
was thrill you.
So I said okay.
I drank the elixir in the late afternoon. It was an August. I
was home from my freshman year at college, staying with the Librados.
They tucked me into a dry sewer vault we used to use as a fort when
we were kids. We had all decided that the spot was a place I felt comfortable
enough to be when I fell into my trance and sought out my dreamhelper.
A dreamhelper is a totem, an animal mostly, that visits you during
your trip. It can be a skunk, a hawk, a beetle, snake, all versions
of those things. My fathers dreamhelper was a pelican.
Scheisse.
By
the time my dreamhelper walked into the roomand it was a pelican,
talking away at meI was accelerated, hot, seeing the hidden world
through my glasses, written upon the opposite wall. So I took my glasses
off. The wall produced a perfect text, Baskerville. There were full
sentences and paragraphs. I read them. I think I read them. I think
I could read them. Maybe I think I could read them. Maybe I think I
could read. Maybe I didnt think I could read, maybe couldnt
read when I read them when I was thinking. Them. Could. Maybe. Read.
You
get the idea.
But
I did talk to the pelican for hours.
Turns
out it was Sean, as in Heany, and it was one of his first gigs as the
Pelican Man. The Librado boys, with Janets backing, had set me
up. They knew that I would be so high on Targumans concoction
that I would think that Heany was a real pelican.
Those
fuckers. I learned a lot about myself on that trip. And felt that I
had actually drawn to me the same dreamhelper that my father had. But
the key element of the charade that I realized I had to ignore was that
even though my dreamhelper was an act, a lie, what I learned about myself
was trueand I kept to it.
Later
Heany told me we had only spoken for a few minutes. There were no hours
with him at all.
Hours?
I got out of there, Hank! Sean explained over beers one day. I
was nervous. It was my first gig! hands up in explanation. And
you looked way too bright eyed and pallid for me to hang out and shoot
the psychedelic shit with you, bro. The Librados just thought it would
be a hoot and then you got all deep on me and talked about your dead
dad and momeven Janet. Stuff I was not supposed to hear in
this life. So by the time youre beginning to weep and exalt,
Im grabbing my feathers and boots and high tailing it.
The
whole afternoon, which made its way into night, then day, played out
my strengths and weaknesses. I accepted the pelican as my dreamhelper,
even though it was my dwarf friend in a costume, and took the information
I had gathered while in my datura haze back to my second year in college.
Although
I was such a wonderer, I was okay, I realized. I might be a little less
than I wanted to be as guy growing up, but I was okay. School was okay.
My life was okay. My dead parents and adopted, Otherly Indian family
were okay. Everything was okay just because this weird, homeless El
Fornio High School Moorthis troll under a bridge over a creek
that never ran with waterconcocted his testy brew after years
of testing it by himself. He had a talent that the average family coming
out Safeway, spying him poking through a dumpster for a bite, had no
idea he was in possession of.
Targuman
would go on to dose hundreds of locals for the right reason. And by
the time we caught up with the thief of Junipero Serras heart,
Targumanwith the help of a certain sea captainwould dose
that person too as a lesson, an instruction, a ferreting out of truth,
to show that one might think they want to travel like the Fornay, but
more than likely what they want to do is buy a few postcards from the
mission gift shop, later at the register ask if any kind of olive oil
might be available on top of all the other chotckes they had purchased
that day.
RELATED LINKS
Datura
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Datura
Toalache and Rock Art
http://www.rain.org/campinternet/trailguides/hyderchumashshaman.html
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