I have found time in the brain. It doesn't differ externally from an ordinary brain cell. Yet it's the nucleus of misery, sickness, the senseless sorrow of passing on. It can be quantitatively greater in one man than another. It elaborates its appendages, it branches and forks like a polyp into the fresh and healthy brain–hence into every aspect of our thoughts.

Of course, this is a great task for the surgeon, but it's absolutely simple. All we have to know is what to cut. I know it. And I'll offer my discovery to the man who wishes above all to be rid of time, who is borne down by the idea of passing on . . . [There is an extended explanation of what the medical operation would be] I just spoon out this evil hornet's nest of human grief. In a few minutes the whole thing's finished. I hand the time cells round in a dish . . .

I waken the fellow . . . This is the man of the future, the really new man who's able to solve today's secrets and tomorrow's truth with his fresh clean brain. He has total recall because facts don't pass away for him–-they line themselves up as equal powers in his consciousness . . . Time has exhausted itself! All of the psychic energy stolen from us by the silent madness of mortality is left over for us in the form of tremendous life-energy.

All of which is a bit exaggerated and clouded by delusions of grandeur, but the core of what Csáth is talking about is exactly what I experienced, the removal of time from the brain (at least linear time as we understand it). Csáth also seems to think that this would lead to immortality (!) but what he misses out on is the fact that time is a fictional concept created by humans and only enforced on Western perceptions shortly before the Industrial Revolution; it's the perception of a myth that we're removing, which has nothing to do with natural cellular processes. As the anarchist writer John Zerzan has said," cause-and-effect exists, time doesn't."

Then, from the nefarious/brilliant (depending on who you ask) English occultist Aleister Crowley, in Liber LXV (Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente):

I am the Heart; and the Snake is entwined
About the invisible core of the mind.
Rise, O my snake! It is now the hour
Of the hooded and holy ineffable flower.
Rise, O my snake, into brilliance of bloom.

Much of Crowley's writings, like a lot of more recent psychology, philosophy and social movements, spoke to the idea that man is an unrealized being, and that there are concrete techniques to evolve to a higher level. Liber LXV is a poetic account of that process of evolution, and what is described above-–the opening of the snake into the flower-–is the very first passage.

And then from Robert Anton Wilson, the renowned novelist and consciousness theorist, talking about one of Crowley's drawings from The Book of Thoth:

The serpent is the rising of the Kundalini serpent, a Hindu metaphor for imprinting this Circuit V neurosomatic bliss-control . . . Temporary neurosomatic consciousness can be acquired by (a) the yoga practice of pranayama breathing and (b) for those who can handle it, by ingestion of Cannabis drugs, such as hashish and marijuana, which trigger neurotransmitters that activate this circuit.

I didn't find these texts until several months after my experience.