Prior to gaining more comprehension and discipline concerning visionary practices, I used to wonder what function was served for all the funny patterns I would see during visionary encounters. Concentric circles, mazes, grids, eyes, perfect forms. When inquiring friends about such visual phenomena, some said they would see these things, others did not.
I cannot undervalue the usefulness of having a journal or log system to map the 'invisible realms' or having a ceromonial or spiritual framework sustained during said encounters. Because of these added things, I feel its much easier to to keep an intentional awareness on whatever the focus, whether it be healing or visionary, or a culmination thereof.
Several weeks ago, during an intense entheogenic encounter the phrase "words weave worlds" was auditorily manifested in my ears while a multi-eyed, turquoise and silver ameobic cloud thingy extended glowing tendrils on my right hand (which was holding a pen) and seemed to gently apply pressure to my hand almost coaxing it down to my journal, which was directly below, where i was documenting things
Social justice action means daring to take the risks to enter into relationships with each other that foster liberation from a dehumanized state of consciousness. Social justice action means overcoming the capitalist separation between theory and practice.
I want to share a music video for my project 'Anima L'. It's based on a conglomeration of recent 'entheogenic adventures' spent in the wilderness. The song is called 'Spaceship', enjoy!
-Mike
Bright eyes staring at you
Do you hear the sighs
at the lack of caring
Time vanishing , soon I'll be gone
Will you find the time to be with me
and sing the song
before I'm taken to the sea
Can't figure what you're looking for
I've always been here beside the door
What you want
You seem to find on the floor
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In the mere act of putting ink to paper
Can I reveal myself to your eyes ?
Are these noises in my mind , the shapes of words ,
Drawn onto thin trees
Enough to create resonance in you of
The emotions and thoughts you bring forth
in me ?
Poetry and prose are very subjective experiences
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Wondering what to do
in the time before
I meet you next . . .
It's not too late
to be too soon
for a rendezvous
beneath the moon
to declare that love
is worth the cost
of not being lost
to remember when
and begin again
what we said then
In your shoe
there is a clue
with one foot forward
a step is taken
Dawn seeps in
as a misty gray
Emptiness.
The Wizard turns, seeing
The world thru blurred and
Reddened eyes. His limbs, moving\
Slowing, tell of the long unrested
Hours they have spent.
Slowly
Donning his cape he
Leaves in search of what
He once knew
And within a
Few feet, disappears into the
Swirling blinding fog
I MIGHT TIRE
WAITING ON YOUR SHADE
INTERSESSIONS OF SPIRAL
HELIX ED RIBB IONS
TWINED INSIDE Y OUR HAIR
THE EMPTY SPACE S
ARE YOU
A BROKEN
CAGE OF GLASS
A BROKEN
GLADE OF
FIRE
I WANT YOUR HEART
EVEN IF
IT'S
BROKEN
YOUR WORDS YET
UNSPOKEN UN/ECHO ( EDDY STIRS
SILHOUTTES GRAY UN\REAL SHADOWS )
I'M UN/NAMED _ _ FREE
SOON
When they send in the National Guard, we'll take chainsaws to the telephone polls to halt their progress—and they'll throw down their guns when they see their nieces and nephews on the other side of the barricades.
For some time now I have been practicing the art of lucid dreaming. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this it is becoming conscious and aware just as you are in your waking life in your dream.
For some time now I have been practicing the art of lucid dreaming. For those of you who do not know what this is it is becoming conscious and aware just as you are in your waking life in your dream.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
