SacredFire
Rising Star
Sound is incredible. Around 20 percent of Humans hallucinate while wearing headphones, A very interesting fact when you find yourself trying to extract and bring back parts of your soul, and all you have is a candle and drum waves beating to the flicker of the flame in the heart of God. I was mentally ill, in the middle of a nervous breakdown, pumped full of every psych-med you can name, the only thing that saved me was a shaman! He did many soul retrieval sessions with me, taught me ceremonies to ground me, using specific elements, and saved my life. It took me years before I needed any plant assistance to reach the ecstatic states that are possible from dancing at a reggae show. Now That my Soul is ready and willing I want to increase my knowledge base so my Soul stays complete and unadulterated. I don't think I'll ever find myself buying naptha for some solvent extraction, but traditional recipes and a wheatjuicer are on the shelf along with a plot of phalaris, some p. viridis, and a few sacred cacti, in my yard and greenhouse. It's a good kind of Freedom when you know your mind, body, and soul are free of pollutants, especially the really nasty cultural ones. DMT is the ultimate sound, the door through which the largest collective library of existence is waiting. There's a flesh and blood bag of bones waiting to attain the rainbow body that Padmasambhava did a few moments, in the big picture, ago. The things that are made possible through altered states of consciousness are what I'm really interested in. Hats off to Sasha and his synthetic gods, and to all the psychonauts who've made it there mission to become an entheogenic blossom through them. You've turned the trails into roads and I Love ya for that! What I really want to know is your reasons for going there in the first place. At the end, when the smoke clears, what's different? Did you find what you were looking for? Are you happier? Healthier? More Loving? Closer to your family? Are you at peace? The drum pounds on and I can't stop beating it! It's 4:40 a.m. the birds are singing, soon that hot mama's gonna peak her non-stop flames o'er the mountains. Time to go....
