The War on Consciousness

With what seems like so little time to do anything daily, who has the time to think about consciousness?

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

or listen to this youtube video: Ayahuasca Benefits – The Cosmic Serpent | Cosmic Echo Podcast

Intergalactic Spider

“A spider, I saw the last time I went Home” by Linda Vigil

It was not the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last…

Seeing the lines of reality. Last night when going to bed, totally lucid and relaxed I slipped into definite state of awareness. Focusing my eye to a point where I saw something flash in the corner of my eye, then un-focusing / re-focusing and zeroing in on that point – like trying to focus a microscope.

I saw a spider. A tiny spider. A microscopic spider. A almost neon beyond my visual color scope perception spider, weaving the fabric of reality.

It kept its tempo weaving, but I felt like it was crawling away trying to hide. I kept it in my view for a few minutes before I freaked out and started to analyze what I saw. My heart rate was off the charts.

Turquoise: The fractures reminds me of the webs I saw.
It’s interesting that turquoise is a special stone for the Diné.

I need to study more into my culture. The creation story. The Navajo. The Diné.é_Bahaneʼ

I need to look in to this more. Grandmother Spider.

P.S. Don’t kill spiders. Actually don’t kill anything.