20 years ago I was pretty much already focused on altered states of consciousness. In the days of a society with slow internet speeds and dumb cellphones, I was quietly reading esoteric books, smoking pot & sitting by a campfire most nights. In this setting I was able to take a Ayahuasca journey.
A friend had decided to leave everything he had and move to the Amazon. Though he was a couple of decades older than me & my husband, when we left him at the yyc airport gate it was like dropping our kid off at summer camp – one suitcase with everything that he chose to keep and a fearful look in his eyes.
On one of his trips back to visit. He brought a brew made by his local Shaman. Oh, the crazy things you do when you are young… when handed a dark mushy tea to drink you do so, so you can trip your brains out. It’s been decades and without searching my journals I couldn’t tell you much about the journey except that it changed my view on what reality is. In the end my friend paid for pushing his limits of exploration, killed in the backwoods of the Amazon… I think of him quite a lot these days.
Book recommendation: The Cosmic Serpent by Jeremy Narby
“Buy local or buy less…” should be everyone’s motto. You’d have to be a complete dimwit if you are asking why your town is slowly becoming a generic dying cliche. Drunken internet shopping, and I’m not just talking about boozing up and spending money you don’t have on stuff you desire. I am talking about consuming. Each one of us, an entity worse than the “fictional Dracula“.
I’m not even sure why I’m on this rant. Maybe I was set off by a local FB post of the needs of an orphan whose good samaritan spokespersons top priority was asking for an Xbox! Technological consumerism, over perhaps – a secure home and a loving family to fill that tragic emptiness?…
Woke up this morning with the theme song of The Jetsons in my head. After humming a few notes my husband started humming the theme song of The Simpsons. It turned into a pretty great duet, but then somewhere in the middle it all just became one jumbled mess. Then neither of us could hum either song without messing up.