A Shamanic Fools Coyote Encounter

Drinking cactus juice is no walk in the park, the viscous texture lingers in ones mouth. After Finishing the glass of green goo I found myself getting exhaustively tired, I felt like I was hundreds of pounds heavier, even my eye lids felt heavy. When I poured the glass I submitted to the achuma spirit, asking for knowledge, wisdom, a sign. whatever this palpable essence that follows achuma mescaline is it is intertwined with ones experience in the physical as well as spiritual. I sat and meditated on the symbolic meaning of my shamanic alter that I never considered. A Gigantic painting depicting a melting ice pyramid with the all seeing eye carved into it by a solar flare over the surface of our sun is the background. A shakey electro magnetic globe, suspending our planet frictionless in the air with a universal force. That is an interesting aspect that I noticed about the delicacy of our planet, when ever I moved in the room the hollow planet moved and shook ever so slightly and increasingly as the vibrations of my being rippled through it. This, for me, was a revelation, each wave frequency our body possesses must drastically effect reality on this planet. Achuma confirmed my new understanding, we create all we experience and it is happening before we experience it depending on the attunement of your frequency to the higher self.

I continued to think and reality was beginning to resurrect into my consciousness. I became possessed by the essemce of my higher self, It was a beautiful night in florida. The sky was a hazey purple and maroon and the air was clear and gentle. I walked outside with a notebook and a cup full of orange juice and achuma blood.

Walking is an entirely uplifted experience, not light and loose, but grounded and following a path created for oneself in the superior layer of consciousness. While walking down the road that was glowing from orange street lights I saw an apparition in front of me. It was walking directly in front of me some 200 feet away. It crossed the street and walked around a corner and then disappeared. I thought it was a person but it looked invisible, it looked like a tall lengthy ghost, its movements did not seem human. I followed the exact path as the very tall being did a few hundred feet before me. People were outside indulging in the beautiful weather, walking their dogs, riding bikes and just bustling around my cookie cutter neighborhood.

The sky was pale and stars and a planet began to glow from the heavens. I am still not entirely sure which planet it is, but it reminded me of a dream I had many moons ago. The whole ambiance of the experience was comparable to a dream. It seemed that I was having a lucid experience of ecstasy and being at one with my inner zero. I finished the rest of the liquid and sat in a swing writing out my thoughts. Lakeside swings with an illuminated central lake fountain. The breeze whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I sat in the pendulum and rocked side to side examining the tree that stood twisted in front of me. It glowed and reverberated with a vibration, rattling its leaves like coins on the hips of a belly dancer. Nature was seducing me to enter her womb. I walked along a serpentine sidwalk that cut through a wooded area. trudging in beaten paths, I realized It was time. I went back the way I came and ducked into the woods beside my front gate, a space of a few acres in between us and a plaza.

I traversed through a pretty weathered path, finally finding what I wanted, but not yet what I was looking for. A place to put a couple of plants in a wide open area that is surrounded by a pantheon of trees and a huge tower of vines. Standing under the forever interconnected heavens of space time I submitted to the power and all pervading essence of nature. I continued to walk in no general direction, with shamanic intentions. Suddenly I heard some rustling in the bushes, I flashed my light towards the noise and low and behold a coyote was glaring back at me. At first I saw holographic eyes glowing from behind a tree only a few feet away. I got very invigorated and tried to inch towards it but it began to scurry the other way ( I saw the coloration, definitely a coyote). Before it disappeared it took one more soul piercing glare at me then as though mystically manifested it vanished. I was not frightened, I knew this was supposed to happen, but I tried to follow the trickster and it made me a fool.

After trying to find my totem animal the path was gone, Wandering off the beaten path I found myself lost. I stopped for a second and looked to the stars for guidance. The unidentified spirit (universal mind? my meta-conscious?) explained that my human instinct is leading me down the wrong path and to turn around and go back into the dark thicket from whence I came. Maneuvering through fallen trees at night in Florida woods is difficult, with the achuma spirit as a guide I never fell. Eventually finding where I needed to go, the woods continued to play tricks with my mind, the trickster was beside me now, I could feel a tall cunning teacher walking beside me. To ensure that I lent an ear I heard some massive footsteps in the bushes beside me, I flashed my light only to see some haze, then with great volume the sly voice whispered "Any interaction with a totem animal is significant" and then expelled me from the woods.

Reflecting on this I realize that it further confirms my archetype as the fool and the trickster. I attained a closer frequency to oneness last night. Realized God has a plan for us that is vaguely drawn out based on choices we make. I choose to follow my instincts, I saw myself stumbling upon a coyote when I started planning to consume on this day a week ago. Mescaline has very strange physical and spiritual interactions, it reminds me of how life is outside the physical world. The guide I experienced and thought I saw ahead of me was me, the metaphysical me. I trick myself into situations where I have no clue what the outcome will be and learn from triumph or folly. My deity was following me everywhere, tugging at my puppet strings. The coyote may have been an apparition, it looked more surreal than any animal I have ever seen in the wild. The coyote is symbolically two sided, a duality of folly and wisdom, the coyote is cunning and tricks the pupil into a lesson learned. This is the Totem animal of the fool, the zero, I felt like zero last night and it felt great, very humbling.

We directly control our own lives in every way, no matter how chaotic or lost we think we are, The blueprint of the universal mind is building upon itself and disintegrating the illusion. Listening to oneself is so difficult for people, the ego acts like a muffler for the divine mind, achuma stripped me of my filter and wiped away the haze of the physical world to reveal a land of vibrant hues and symbolic relevance. Everything is a forever unfolding web of symbols, we are in the grips of something much greater than we, in the coils of the beast. Close your eyes and see the dragon that is swirling in the mind of Aquarian individuals everywhere, the dragon is on the horizon and intends to illuminate man for the final time.