Unlocking living DNA and refolding it like origami was what The Book spoke of. The first key, the hallucinogen, was the easy part. But beneath the transcendent surface is a cloaked memory, which Dome believes he must resist. Can he reconcile it? Dome's new roommate, Kemma, is back from Cali to join him on the journey of the Great Awakening. She's something like a genius, and also a surfer/MMJ grower/DJ with a penchant for local craft breweries and magic brownies. Becoming much more than an epic voyage, the five keys have the power to unlock the greatest potential of humanity.The Fifth Key is short novel from the Arizona shaman, Paul Caldeaux. Mashing visionary concepts and extravagant fun, it is told through the modern eyes of Dome, an irreverent psychonaut that discovers something much deeper. Dome's search is symbolized by an over-the-top journey to transform the human race and uncover the true nature of reality.With spats of tongue-in-cheek humor mixed with eye-opening aha! moments, this extremely fun read is not only surprising but refreshing.Engaging and action packed, The Fifth Key is a satisfying read that easily blends thought provoking passages with moments of off-color, sometimes screwball comedy. Quantum concepts and philosophies are effortlessly weaved by Caldeaux. Steeped in a twenty-first century nootropic, microdosing culture, it is a full on symbolic exploration of LSD as an entheogen for the purpose of mental breakthroughs and ultimately, human evolution.Excerpt.Reprinted with permission.CHAPTER 1I grabbed The Book and went outside to bathe in the rowdiness of nature's impending brouhaha. Tossed it on the patio table I did. The wind picked up the cover and flipped through its old, yellowed pages. The invisible strings of connection crisscrossing through the air must have played marionette with the entire thing before pausing on one specific page. It was one of the very last pages. I recognized it. Written were protogeometric symbols hovering around the middle of the paper like an ancient piece of poetry from a lost language.If only I knew what it said.The wind was whooshing around the magical tones of the harmonic chimes. The movement of the air had been steadily building all week, leading to what would hopefully be a grand thunderstorm. The monsoon season was just beginning to kick in full swing. I was glad I had fully moved in before the desert rains began. They were hard to predict. The Sonoran desert was an otherworldly, even uncanny environment of centuries old shamanistic rituals. The monsoons reflected the mystic atmosphere of that pre-industrial landscape... --------------------...[Kemma] then sat straight up, seeming to remember something. "Dome, you still haven't told me what the fifth key is. Don't we need to unlock all the doors to make this thing work?""I still don't know what Old Rasputin could be referencing."Hanging my head and taking a long, dedicated, deep breath, I muttered, "I'll go make another round of coffee."I knew we would need it.I remember when it hadn't always been this way. Before I was a full-fledged psychonaut ready to explore the outer reaches of consciousness in a noble pursuit. The pursuit of altering living human chromosomes through DNA origami. Before I had found The Book and commenced this insane-in-the-membrane journey, I was just another guy in his early twenties fixing up an inherited, old house.CHAPTER 2Four and a half days before getting up to make that coffee, I sat in a parking lot and took one final rip from my vape pen. Delicious. I was about to make my way into the office. ... I got out of the car and shut the door. Then I did a little happy dance on the walk in. That was the day I was going to quit volunteering for slave labor. ...