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New Mexico Burning Man Decompression Party Saturday Sept. 27th

2008-09-22T02:45:58Z

Come out and join us to relive a little bit of the magic from the playa. Saturday Sept. 27th starting at 3:00pm in Pecos New Mexico. Bring tents to stay the night and come dressed in your favorite playa wear!! It will be a new moon so we can pull out the telescope and do some star gazing too. Also if you can bring a dish of food to share and anything you may want to drink. Please e-mail me or call for directions or any questions. (407)474-2269. Looking forward to seeing everyone!!

Much love,
Princess Jen

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MS and Mushrooms

2008-06-29T17:38:37Z

Link to thread mentoned below: http://tribes.tribe.net/psilocybin/thread/46c43cf6-22bd-4e81-b44a-449d0ee1a1b4

I posted here on 6/7/08 and then on 6/20/08 I had an attack which put me in the hospital for a month that was eventually diagnosed as ADEM (acute dissimilated encephalitis) and also MS. Perhaps I am delusional but there seems to be a relationship between the posts and I find it all uncanny. Last Spring, after a series of high dose mushroom experiences, I gave myself to what I consider to be the Plant Mind of the planet, our Gaia Spirit Mother of this planet in a private, blood ceremony that I took and continue to take quite seriously. It was after this that I began “hearing voices” which I think were the or voice of the mushroom elders - or mushroom ally. The voices concentrated on my spiritual well being, healing me emotionally and spiritually as well as teaching me and nurturing me during a really difficult time. They also showed me love like I have never known. One of the many things they “said” was that “Love is the only power you possess” And as usual I had to fill out their message as they seemed to have difficult time with language. What they meant was that all other power that we think we have is illusion and the only power we actually have in this world is the power “to love” a verb. I think of this constantly. There is only one answer to every question and the answer is Love. It is corny as hell yes but there it is.
In the hospital in Lubbock, Texas - a four hour ambulance ride from our little mountain village in New Mexico, I was in ICU for two weeks and at one point the neurologist, who at this time did not know what was wrong with me, told my wife that I might not make it. I had lost my ability to speak but was lucid. I was stiff as a board, paralyzed from head to foot, muscles constantly contracting. My wife and I had spoken of this eventually and both agreed that if something like this happened we would want to know so she told me. I realized that what she was saying was that the neurologists was really saying that I might die. At this time, I was on IV steroids, IV antibiotics and IV antiviral since they didn’t know what was going on with me and were covering all the bases. I had no fear of death whatsoever and I directly attribute this to my mushroom experiences. My wife cried and she never cries - she from Texas, Dammit. The fact that she was crying really made it sink in. She never cries except for something to do with animals, especially dogs.
I told her not to worry. That death was like walking from one room into another, and our finances were taken care for that eventuality.
This made my experience with the mushrooms real to me. At some level even for me, my mushroom inspired odyssey of the last year was not legitimate somehow but this experience in the hospital brought it home to me. I thought: I have died before, I know how to do this. I felt no need to struggle or fight and just gave in totally, as I had done with the mushrooms. If I live, I live, if I die, I die, was the thought. I would wake and hear the nurses out on the floor a few feet away speaking quietly about who died during the night. I would see it was morning by the clock. My wife, Jana’ would usually be sleeping in a hard backed chair with her head rested on a pillow on the railing of my bed. I would think, sort grinning ironically, that I was alive another day. I had a strong sense that there was nothing I could do. The mushroom had given me an inner understanding of my eternal self. They made eternity a reality for me. I knew at the deepest level of my being that this body, even its attending soul, is only a vehicle for my eternal self. The mushrooms gave me this gift - what is this but possibly the greatest gift of all?
I felt as though I were on a small ship sailing out at sea, at the whim of the currents and the winds, with no sail just drifting along.
One morning I heard my neurologist outside the curtain and he exclaimed in a high, almost childish voice: “the latest MRI shows no further damage” evidently speaking to my ICU nurse. Jana’ had stepped away. I thought, that’s nice, he does care. I could hear that in his voice. Also, I could hear how much he had not been sure if I would make it. I realized then how little the doctors could really do. By this time this neurologist was convinced that it was the IV steroids that was doing the trick but I was still on IV antibiotics and IV antiviral medication since we were waiting on the results of two spinal taps from labs in California.
Now I am home and can walk with a walker around the house and should have a full or almost full recovery from this attack but will have to really do The Tighten Up with nutrition and exercise. All and all, I really do feel fortunate. For some the steroids do not have such a dramatic effect - it could have went the other way. So I have reason to feel fortunate. I am so glad to be home. It is only 56 degrees out at 10:30am and very dark and cloudy. We have been getting blessed rain pretty much every day since I have been home. Listening to the rain is awesome, as beautiful as any symphony.
The odd thing is that I felt since last Spring that I would be called upon to sacrifice something significant. I had an ominous feeling about all along. This feeling came after I gave myself to what I consider to the Plant Consciousness of the planet, dedicating my life force to the needs of our Gaia Mother. I did not and do not regret this decision, which I made with a blood ceremony and continue to take very seriously. I think this MS thing is the sacrifice, although I regret how Catholic that sounds. In an odd way it is like trading meaning, purpose and direction for MS, and I am convinced that while not something I choose or want, the MS will make me a better writer and a better person - again, a small price to pay in this world but the blink of an eye in eternity.
My boat is just a little banged up is all.
“Following the Mushroom Path”.

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Bisti Badlands?

2008-06-22T11:24:19Z

hi,

Am planning a visit for late summer. Anyone have
any knowledge of this place? Any insights
appreciated.

Peace

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KANNAL DECENDS UPON ABQ

2008-05-28T20:34:31Z

this thursday the Kannalitos shall decend upon ABQ the fun begins with:
INTI: thursday may 29 at hunab hookah lounge on constitution
LUNAR FIRE: Friday at 3 sided whole
KANNAL: Saturday at 3 sided whole

for info check out.their tribe

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Happy to Find Kindred Spirits in Pecos!

2008-05-23T22:06:38Z

Hi Shoshi and All,
I am stoked to know that there are others of like mind here in my village. I love it here, but it gets lonely sometimes. I'll definitely be coming out to par-tay with y'all on Monday. I live at the 4-way stop sign, across from the bank. Hope to see lots of you psychedelics out here!!
Namaste,
alhana

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Gemini Jam Monday May 26th!!!

2008-05-21T15:54:49Z

Gemini Jam
Come out and help us celebrate our Gemini Birthday’s.
Myself and Ted, (Shoshi’s boyfriend) are both Gemini’s.
Come dressed up in your favorite glittery star outfit or
favorite burning man costume!!

Hopefully if it is clear we can do some star gazing later
in the night through the telescope.

It will be a pot-luck so bring one of your favorite dishes.
We will have the grill fired up for any meat eaters!
Also bring your favorite beverage of choice!

Where: Pecos Playhouse (Patrick and myself’s house)
Message me or Shoshi for directions.
When: Monday May 26th, Memorial Day.
Come out anytime after 3pm.

Call if you have any questions.
Myself (Jen)- (407)474-2269
Patrick - (505)920-4694
Shoshi - (847)624-7968

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Gila wilderness "trip"

2008-05-16T19:32:30Z

I began to hear a faint crackling sound and to focus on the sound which is familiar to me. I knew for certain now that the anemic looking brew has worked. This is the sound of reality ripping apart. I found myself upon my knees - in fact, at this point I think that I actually crawled out of my small tent and onto the sandy piney ground , feeling like I wanted to purge. I knew that I had kept the mushroom brew down long enough that it didn’t matter. I found that I did not have to purge after all. It was just the jittery, restless, upper effect of the mushrooms beginning to come on. While I had wrestled with fear and felt sick for a few minutes, I had not suffered “ego death” where I felt certain that I was actually dying. Still on my knees, I open my eyes finding myself on a white misty slab of stone with a solid white stone column a few feet before me taking up most of my visual space. As I look up at the white stone column, it seems to glow from within. A voice that I recognized as the voice of the mushroom Elders says, “Why are you back here - you KNOW!” in a tone that I had never heard them use before, a weary, almost disgusted tone. I feel very disoriented and not sure where this voice had just come from, only assuming from the column because there was nothing else but the column. I sensed uncomfortably that the Elders required a answer. The fact that the mushroom Elders had never used this tone with me before threw me more than anything else, the misty white ground, mystical stone white column, the disembodied voice - and finally I say almost desperately, “but I don’t “know”, that is why I am here because I don’t KNOW!” Feeling almost hysterical.

The Elders sighed heavily and deeply, a sound not unlike some lonesome wind and knew that this was their way of saying, “go ahead then, if you must”.
…. Legs sinking, struggling down deep into the sandy earth … sitting, just sitting, ah … sun driven winds blow me away across the dry desert landscape and with a whooshing sound all that I am flows out in waves like ripples from a pebble tossed into a pond. I sense then the earth taking one great breath and it is called day and one great exhalation called night and I feel the constant motion of it all, one great rhythmic dance of which the earth is only a tiny part of an infinite whole, the rhythm of the earth following the rhythm of the galaxy following the rhythm of the universe following the rhythm of eternity ...
Suddenly I feel weightless in the place beyond bone, beyond stone, the defenseless place where there is no staff to lean on, no ego to shield, where all things are flayed wide open but all part of one great soup. My memory seared with visions of my life from childhood, here in this place where not the slightest shadow of ego can shield us at all, and I thought: that is not it, though? In a strange spinning manner my mind begins to glance off of concepts the way light glances off of a shinny object. I think of the billions of years of DNA life evolving on this planet but glance off of it, glancing and continuing on. I thought of love, how before the mushrooms had told me that "love is the only power you possess".
No, that’s not it, either I thought, glancing off of love and continuing on ...
I would begin to think about one or another bad decision but glance away sort of swirling, continuing on through the blows of fate into …. Eternity. I had the sense of being blinded by a white light and of my heart dropping out of my chest, eternity hit me like a blow and I felt myself reeling. I had to step draw away, almost in fear, definitely in Awe. Yes now I understand about “awe” I think.
What is the purpose of this life? I asked. But I knew that I was here to learn a lesson pertinent to eternity. I understood that what I am is eternity and that where I am is here - but why here? I thrust the question like a sword into the light of eternity - why am I hear? Yes, that was it, wasn't it. That was the heart of it, good place to stick the sword. I sensed then that what I learn here helps me negotiate the infinite realms of eternity - of myself. In this physical realm that was nothing else if not distracting, I learn the most relevant lesson for eternity, to be here and be now, simple as that.
Otherwise eternity could become a kind of hell.
I wonder then that if I am eternal, why do I feel like such a child? I receive no answer to this and find myself kind of awakening, looking around. I am on my knees in the open, sandy field next to the middle fork of the Gila river. I hear the river flowing and above me in the electric blue sky, a Turkey Vulture circles higher even then the lip of the red, purple striated canyon rims hundreds of feet above.
I am disoriented by reality, so to say, and intensely thinking, why? The Gaian mother then said that She is the Spirit of this planet and that Her spirit was eternal like my own. She says that this earth was like my body, part of what She is, but no more what
She is then my body is what I am. As She spoke I had a vague uneasy feeling but I understood what She was saying. It gave meaning to the river, the cliffs, the sandy earth under me and myself.
“David,” She says gently, “I am not your mother. You are beyond birth and death. What you are is eternity. Perhaps it is true that I am the mother of your body since your body is off this earth,” She added as if to lesson the blow.
I fell forward until my forehead lay upon the sandy earth and cried softly. Of course She is not my mother, I mourned, feeling unselfconsciously foolish. How could I have not seen that? I wanted the Gaia Spirit of this planet to be my mother but She is more of a sister in reality, in the way that we are all brothers and sisters. I was learning lessons here in existing as an eternal being such as creativity and imagination. It occurred to me again as I sat with my knees and forehead against the cool, sandy earth, that eternity could be hell without skills like creativity, imagination, love, the ability to focus of intention, the ability to unfocus our attention. And when I finally lifted my head up to look again at the reality around me, I saw now three Turkey Vultures soaring high above and I heard the Gila flowing only a few feet away and I felt the warm, late morning sun against my flesh and it felt wonderful. A raven flew over only a hundred feet overhead, heading down the canyon . I felt myself flying with it, the twisting Gila below me, the strides of electric blue sky above and the canyon walls clipping by to my side, feeling the motion of it, the familiarity of flight.
Where are you going? Asks the female voice of eternity, tapping her finger ever so lightly upon some eternal tabletop. It is the patient, persistent tapping of her finger that brings me back - back to … wherever I am?
For some reason I think that death is not my father. If Gaia is not my mother then death is not my father, I think, This seems to bring me back more into reality, this odd thought. I decide to dismiss this thought the way in meditated you dismiss stray thoughts, just look at them dispassionately and let them float on away, “death is not my father”, yes good bye. Clearly an errant thought with the potential to lead me off in myriads of ultimately unhelpful directions.
Seriously, Eternity points out again while tapping gently upon that table with her finger, David, come back here, back to now - really, where is there to go? And she laughs sweetly, knowingly, a caring inclusive laughter the opposite of derisive - it makes me smile in the warm morning sun, wiping sand off of my face and spitting a little out of my mouth.
“Good one, eternity,” I thought, laughing. Where is there to go, indeed?
I was coming down. (it could be in drinking a tea infusion that it doesn’t last as long as with eating them?) I take stock of my position in reality again. I see my tent only a few feet away in the trees. The quick thought passes that I am glad I am here and not “waking up” miles from my camp - one of my bigger fears in all this.
So really it is going well, I tell myself in a moment of lucidity.
I gather up two sticks and begin to dance and beat the sticks together in rhythm , thinking that I am communicating with the Vultures still circling high overhead. I tell them to turn right and they turn right, turn left and they turn left. I laugh at this - ha, they hear me, I think happily. I am talking to them and to everything. The red, purple tinged cliffs smile at me and I think of them as my brother. The enormous trees in which I am camped fill me with a sense of protection greater than their shade from the fierce afternoon sun, no little thing in itself. The Gila tumbling over rocks twenty feet below the bluff that I am on sounds like a beautiful melody playing constantly with a similar but ever changing music.
Inexplicably, I cry out, “O’ you Shaman!” laughing and laughing, thinking of the shaman. I am certain that the shaman not only understand this mystery but also visit this place of white bone, white stone, the threshold of eternity where we humbly lay down our earthly concerns before continuing on into eternity.
Eventually I retire to a place in the trees next to my tent since it is starting to get hot in the now early afternoon sun. The come down continues and my mind strays from eternity further and further and finally there is no one calling me back, no finger tapping gently, and I languish into the afternoon almost unable to move. The Come down is brutal, jagged and sharp, as if I am trying to squeeze myself back into a shattered glass jar. I feel it over the hours as if I am slowly coming back through layers and layers of reality. I slip into a dark depression haunted by thoughts like, “why did I want to kill myself all those years, what could I possibly have done to think that deserve the death penalty? And I wonder at my inability to fully inhabit my own being. I wonder if somehow I have rejected this incarnation at some level, feeling always like I am on the outside looking in, never that I am really alive. I wonder what it would be like to take pleasure in living, to feel joy - I think that in reality I have never known love at all. I feel vacant and lost. Feet of clay, I think forlornly. Is that it, just feet of clay?
Be here, be now sounds like a tired bumper sticker phrase to me now - almost mockery of anything truly meaningful . I feel hollow like bell.
How can I be eternity, I think morosely, I am not even really here at all?

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New Mexico time

2008-04-13T21:46:08Z

Soft afternoon sun
Barely warm against my skin -
Everywhere is Ponderosa pine
And electric blue New Mexican sky
Except where a hawk wheels
His silhouette gliding round overhead
At 7000ft a dry alpine breeze races
Down the side of 12,000 ft Sierra Blanca Mt.
Just the faint smell of pine and air clear as a whistle
I’m in living in New Mexico time, now man
living in New Mexico time ...

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BBQ/Hot Tub Party Saturday April 12 Santa Fe

2008-04-11T17:59:18Z

Hope you can come!

Here are the details:

http://newmexico.tribe.net/event/Spring-is-Here-Hot-Tub-Party-BBQ-Saturday-April-12th-Santa-Fe/santa-fe-nm-87506/9e7ad113-2513-45ee-a798-84f5a2b87550

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Meet & Greet Psychedelic New Mexico Star Party APRIL 5 in PECOS!

2008-04-07T06:34:02Z

On Saturday April fifth, around 6pm, Jenn, Shoshana, Theodore and Patrick, request your presence in Pecos, NM.

Every new moon a star party is held at Jenn & Patrick's beautiful log cabin house at the top of a mountain in Pecos. You have the chance to look through his gigantic telescope and view stars, planets, nebulas and galaxies as you have never seen them before. This month we are excited to be inviting all of you (from the Psychedelic New Mexico tribe), to have a pot-luck meet & greet where we can share stories and discuss ideas (and maybe even get a bit tipsy come sunrise :-). Jenn requests that if anyone is going to bring alcohol or be consuming it on the property to please bring a tent or a sleeping bag to stay for the night (or bring one in case you get to tired to drive home). It does get a bit chilly up there, so dress warmly, but be aware that there will be a large bonfire raging. If you have any fire toys, bring them, as there will be other fire spinners there performing.

If you would like to RSVP "attending" you may just respond to this message and either Jenn or I will PM you directions to the house. You may bring guests.

Pecos is about an hour and a half drive north of ABQ and is so worth it to do. This will be an extraordinary time and we hope to see you there :-)

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how many ways to die?

2008-04-06T01:57:29Z

My last death was the worst. I don’t know man like the difference from an old guy who’s been sick and knows he’s dying or a young guy killed accidentally in a car. I was definitely the young guy in the car! I only took two grams for a test. Two grams is “not supposed to do anything” but give me some little clue as to their relative potency. I remember the alarm I felt when I realized what a powerful effect the two grams were having on me - complete surprise. Mentally I bolted upright, “WTF! No way!”
Yes, way!
I had not prepared for this other than with my whole life, but nothing specific. At first I lay still kind of hoping that it wouldn’t find me somehow. Then I tried to pretend nothing was happening. I am not ready for this right now, I told myself quietly.
I felt a heavy, ominous presence and in my mind I thought, Oh, no. A fantastic weight seemed to be moving heavily across the earth crushing everything under its invisible gravity. This weight rivaled the weight of planets. This weight bore down upon the planet with all the inevitability of death itself. It was coming my way. It was crushing everything in its wake. It had nothing to do with me specifically. I just happened to be there in its way. I tried to relax, deep breathing. I tried to quell the fear, tried to let go completely. It did not work. It totally and hopelessly did not work. Just before this weight crushed me the way we might crush an ant, I understood through my wildly squirming mind that I had no choice in the matter. The fear was eating me alive.

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message in a bottle

2008-04-06T01:35:44Z

-- i am there, i am here, i am everywhere --
Pull back the curtain on eternity and take a quick peek out. Pretty cool, huh? We have the night sky spreading out into space and yet this visage is but a blink of an eye in eternity. When tripping I have been instructed to ask myself why “bad” things are happening to me, and I do it now as a matter of course - because it works! When I understand why the bad things are happening they disappear. Gee, it’s like the bad things have power only in my ignorance!
But what about when we are having “bad trips” right here in our conscious, everyday reality. You know, anything from our spouse leaving us to cancer or world war? Can we stop a world war by understanding it? Stop cancer? Do we really want to stop our spouse? (maybe that’s kind of another question) My point is really that this physical reality is unique and exists for a reason. This physical reality is nothing to be overcome or risen above. This physical reality exists for but the blink of an eye in eternity - it is only here that it appears to drag on forever! I see my true face before I was born and I cannot live before now and I cannot live after now but only now .. And now .. And now - is “this” the lesson of our physical, waking reality? Maybe “this” lesson is necessary or we become lost in the greater reality of eternity - maybe this world is where we learn to master our sails …

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sadness ---

2008-04-04T05:57:49Z

So as some of you know I had to have emergency surgery on tuesday morning to remove four impacted wisdom teeth. I was hoping by Saturday i would be all better but as of now im not sure i will be. im getting better VERY slowly, but the antibiotics given to me keep making me get really sick and my face has at least doubled in size. ill be icing it all day today and tomorrow & satuday and drink lots of liquids, but if im still in as much pain now on saturday, im going to miss it. and i even bought a new skirt to wear :-( send me some good healing vibes and if anyone knows of any homeopathic solutions to my misery i would love to hear it. thanks so much.
bless!!

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Abq. Carpool Caravan to Meet and Great in Pecos

2008-04-03T13:56:23Z

Hi all! We hope! There is enough folk that seem to be interested in going to the mixer on Sat. from Abq. that I would like to see peoples interest in carpooling and caravaning. If your are interested please let me know if you need or have a ride and how many of you there are or how many seats you have available. It would also be good to know the limitations of you stay up there are (when you need to be back in Abq.) and when and where we should meet and leave from. Many Alohas N Mahalos! (Learn some Love of the Hawaiians at) http://www.geocities.com/~olelo/shelties/mahalo-aloha.html
Bless, Light, N Love T

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sound and space

2008-03-29T00:38:09Z

I began to feel a little chilly and came to lie down in our bedroom. My wife was taking a long bath in the master bath off of the bedroom. The door was open. At some point I noticed that I could hear my wife in the bath just as if I were in the bath with her - so weird, the way her movements in the water resounded off of the bathrooms walls around me! That's when I knew I was tripping. With my eyes closed I could hear as if laying back in the tub with my ears just above the level of the water which was probably how my wife was laying in the tub, most likely reading. I could have spoken to her but the effort seemed too great.
Not long after this the weight of the world crushed the life out of me - the weight coming in a great wave and flattening everything

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Hello Fellow New Mexicans!

2008-03-27T05:18:14Z

New to this tribe. Glad it got started. My name is Jenn (aka-Alhana) and I am interested in meeting up with you guys if y'all get together.

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Great Mother speaks in the canyon

2008-03-21T15:47:13Z

Great Mother Whispers
walking down through a canyon not far from our home, praying,
"Great Mother of us all
I supplicate myself before you
as the slender willows supplicate
before the winds down by the river",
I repeated this over and over quietly but out loud as I walked, trying to give myself to it completely, to feel my will bending to Her will, until this mantra began to break through everything and with the rhythm of walking I began to soften, to open and flow and feel myself bending like the slender red willows that I had just seen along the river on the drive to the trailhead and that could still see in my minds eye,
"Great Mother of us all
I supplicate myself before you
as the slender willows supplicate
before the winds along the river",
and I began to feel an oceanic peace settling over me as I continued through the Ponderosa forest. Then the Gaian Mother whispered in Her perfect female voice at once full of love and authority, "you are not alone".
I smiled.
Feelings of gratitude and devotion came as naturally as breath and then for the first time in my life I felt the beauty around me as a felt, bodily sensation, a warmth expanding in my chest, a feeling of pure euphoria, of ecstacy. So this is what beauty "feels" like, I wondered. How could I have never felt this before?
I give Her only myself and She gives me everything.

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My first New Mexico Trip

2008-03-17T20:34:43Z

UNCLE HEART
Had a tea party this afternoon
Invited everyone and everything
My dead grandmother was there
“are you happy?” she asked
Dear Grandma always going
Right to the point

I could not answer that
Because I could not say
What Grandma always
Wanted to hear
But bird chimed in
How happy he was
And showed me his happiness
It was there in his heart
And real

Peace sat then with us
Sipping her tea
She pointed to the field
Below us to where the
Lion and the lamb
Lay down together
In the sun
Clearly this beautiful afternoon
Belonged to peace, it was her
Day

After some encouragement
The lost uncles came only
Because the lion and the lamb
Lay peacefully next to each other
Only because the day belonged
To peace
A rare outing in the light of day
for these isolated males
who brought their brutality
and violence with them
into the sun to sip
tea with us all

when the lone, old warrior
dropped an arrowhead into his tea
I could not help but ask why
He said that it gave him strength
I asked how long the arrowhead lasts
(how much strength can you draw?)
He said it lasts until it is needed
To strike into another man’s heart
This with a twinkle in his eye
Toasting me and laughing at me
I understood darkly that there are
As many arrowheads as there are hearts
if you ask the warrior

Uncle Heart walked up and
Put his warm and friendly arm
Around my shoulder, turning
Me away from the warrior
Uncle heart said confidentially
Not to leave decisions to
The old warrior
Then he twisted to wink at
The old warrior watching us
And he added meaningfully
Unless it is really necessary!
Squeezing my shoulder
Uncle heart always wants to
Make things perfectly clear

Uncle heart is the tree
His roots go down deep
Into the mother of us all
Even while he reaches
Up into the sky
He told me to beware
Of the gatekeepers
Pressing the palm of
His right hand against
My heart, he said that I knew
How much he loved me
As the older men will do
I am always here for you
He says with a big hug
I know the whole family
The whole family knows me

Uncle heart is bit of gossip
Loves to confide, to take you aside
Between you and I, he will start
Don’t let anything man or beast
Stand between you and I
Said uncle heart seriously
I thought of how the warrior
Always has his place, his time
Sitting nearby so peacefully
Sipping his afternoon tea

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ceremonies

2008-03-04T19:11:36Z

Does anyone here participate in any ceremonies involving the use of entheogenic plants? Either with themselves or with a group? Has anyone ever heard about such happenings but didn't participate? What is everybodys background in terms of using plants in a spiritual, or otherwise, environment?

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WelComE

2008-02-29T08:27:56Z

This is a place to introduce yourself and share a story.

I have created this Tribe after the disappointment of not finding any other such areas on Tribe.net for this kind of discussion.

There is much psychedelic spiritual exploring that I need to do, and I long for a community to participate in. For people to learn from and teach to. For experiences that are so desperately needed for spiritual survival in this plane of existence. I know you are out there... I just have to find you. :-)

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