The Pipe

I closed my eyes and was in a cave. I tried to sense its dimensions, in kinesthetic “glimpses” it was huge. Carlsbad Caverns huge. I followed a slant down, and down, to the left, narrowing, then opening into a cove and onto a beach at night. I stood, listening to the waves which I could only see as undulating darkness. But some visuals were flickering through. Of the stars, the night sky. The sand. I was barefoot. I called mentally for an animal friend to come and show me the way to the guide.

Moments later I sensed a small fuzzy animated something and follow it up the coast to the right. We soon came upon a campfire, and shanty lean to of driftwood and a man sitting cross legged in tattered clothing, a dirty golden beard and a mat of stringy hair the same color. I asked if he was my true guide. He said he was. But in other words, which sparkled but already slipped from my memory, writing about this almost a day later. I forgot to give him permission and ask him to let me feel how he feels toward me.

I asked him to show me where the sun was. He pointed to a place in the sky, which changed to day. And I asked the Sun if I could speak to it in human form. It came as a man of golden light. I asked him what he needed from me and my life in order to start to work with me and be my friend. He told me to work on my posture. I asked him what do you have to give me that I need from you? And he gave me a pipe. I took it without asking my guide if I should have. I think it is made of living dragonflies. I asked the Sun how to use it. And he communicated an understanding. I handed it back to him and asked him to put it in my body in a place where I should absorb or carry it. And now I have a dragonfly pipe along my left clavicle.

I thanked him I think. I hope. I thanked him again just now, in case. I said goodbyes to the Sun and the guide and made my way back the way I’d come. I opened my eyes, outside the cave, back in the quotidian world. I lifted my left hand and energy of the pipe formed itself there, pulled from particles in my clavicle, ready to go.

My rune draw today was gifu. Which clarified this journey further.

Everything has a price. If you ask for a gift and have offered nothing, then it can demand anything in return. It’s a blank check. The old runic sagas for this rune warn to be careful not to ask more than you are willing to pay. That’s why the first question, what is my side of the bargain? And the archetypes, like the ones in Tarot, want to awaken their energies in the self and express them in the world. Perhaps they share in our consciousness. But I suspect it is much much more. And since they work through lenses of our identity, our personal history, but are non-linear in time, they may ask strangely trivial, by our account, things from us. They know the places where the smallest of energy creates the greatest cascades of effect. The lever Archimedes claimed could move the world.

swapping minds

branches

Got notified 6th season of SHIELD is out. I parked it somewhere around the 3rd. Long time ago. So started back at the beginning of season 1. Remembered it was enjoyable, and while not quite remembering stuff, I’m oddly psychic about what might be going to happen. Maybe that’s what happens to people that take the same ride again and again. What a trip reincarnation would turn out to be. Like, here’s my ticket, I’m going to take the ride again and try someth’in different this time

Alright, keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times and here comes the memory reset…

I’ve also pondered, that if my conscious was swapped with another’s, and I had all their memories and experiences but none of my own (abandoned with the vehicle, or traded) then I wouldn’t know I had been anyone else. There would be a continuity of being

And if consciousness shared a multi-tasking pool of hosts that we each spent a few seconds, hours, days, weeks, years inhabiting, before swapping out for the next one. Perhaps taking some virtual guided tour of the human experience. Then, like, that would be weird

rifts

Of course there were rifts
from the beginning in
the fabric of things that
never mended the
way culture wanted and
there were tides and whirlpools
both figurative and literal

one tide brought my brothers and I
out into the sacred
under a moonlit sea off Myrtle Beach
on Styrofoam “surfboards”
waves and stars and warm water
moonlight rivers on the ocean

a lazy whirlpool once trapped me for several minutes
in my huge inner tube early
in the leg of a 4 hour river run in asia
through rapids and beach parties
a paddle would have probably helped
expedite an escape

almost lost a friend on the same trip
he disappeared in front of me like a magic act
like some leviathan of the deep snatched him
I waited, paddling by hand in circles
debating diving in an try to find him in
that sinkhole or to wait a tad longer
meanwhile his hat whooshed up without him
a few seconds after and
he sputtered to the surface

I have been washed to sea
through ayahuasca, san  pedro, peyote, mushrooms, float tanks, trance states, out of  body, lucid dreams
I’ve seen sirens
I have addictive tendencies
that runs in my family, lineage and race if you believe the stuff about natives and liquor
but I’m pulled to altered states
more or less  daily… through meditation,vivid or lucid dreams,  path working during the day, edibles, ale or wine in the evening
feeble attempts to keep the riffs from closing
before I decide to enter


Finally, the steamboat is ready…

After decades of trial and error refinement, I have created the perfect time-juicer system combining all my interests, hobbies, routines, chingas filtered through a Kanban focus strip, broken down into discrete chunks: fun, gamified and easily assimilated into long term memory storage with Anki for items of substance (and for keeping continuity on intermittent tracks); a system designed and personalized to seize the day and… I’ve just been staring at it for a week now 

In a totally unrelated dream last night, I was being forcibly restrained from creating music until I broke free and discovered through unfettered play on a piano all these unlocked potentials before being trapped in a room by a malevolent shadow while trying to reconstruct a banishing melody with raspy breath on an indigenous flute.

I’m blaming the new moon. And that shot of super tart cherry juice before bed.

Feed Yo Head

We spend time online differently. Some immerse themselves in the political, others random entertainment, others life tips and self improvement, shopping or food porn, celebrity news, stalking, nostalgia, social signaling, special interests, causes and often a mixture of them all.

It’s addictive. The rotating smorgasbord of information kicks our amygdalas into overdrive. The amygdala’s role was/is to keep scanning… for threats, opportunities, looking for differences and what wasn’t there before. Newness. It’s hardwired. It juices our limbic systems.

The skittish survive and pass on their genes. Doesn’t matter they drop dead after procreating from stress related disorders, they served their purpose in propagating our species. That’s how nature works. You’re welcome.

But it can also be leveraged by our nascent executive function, perhaps more to our advantage. The same addictiveness can be attached to a stream of learning and deepening of what is relevant to us. That nourishes us rather than merely distracts and numbs. We can tap incredibly rich veins in a matrix of information, we can feed our souls and spirits rather than our biases, ego and instincts. And subvert the systems of nature and commerce to our soul advantage

To See Within

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When we close our eyes
we can access vistas within
as vivid in appearance
and deep in significance
as any in the physical world
but for most, this ability has atrophied
and they are only aware it still exists
through dreams
or psychedelics

Curiously our physical senses
stream into our minds
creating holograms
assembled from electrical impulses
and chemical undulations between neurons
interpreting the outside world
like a movie

and yet, activating these same assemblies
and scenes
requires no external input
it is an interface
not a recording

A way to recover the ability
to access our own projections
is to dehabituate the way we gaze
because even with eyes closed
we are peering into darkness
with the same subtle muscle habits in our eyes
that we use to lock onto the physical

to release this lock-down
and decouple it from the physical interface
we need to explore new ways of scanning for content
first, by relaxing the eyes
allowing them to defocus and soften
an open field of awareness
which instantly triggers alpha
unbinding the filter mechanism

and then through a metaphorical opening
that might be, and probably will be, a very different venue of access and presentation, almost a knowing or feeling,
which will first be very vague
but as we learn to focus these internal lenses
our experience can be as vivid and real, if not more so,
than anything we imagine we are seeing
outside our heads

Secret Sauce

Use Intention. Because there are parts of our mind that respond to our intentions, if we know how to craft them and/or if the timing is right, or we are in the right state of mind, like say, alpha. So form an intention to see into the non-physical. And perhaps an affirmation that you believe there is more to perceive than the physical world and more to awareness than some knot in our heads.

A Question is sometimes a sneaky way to form an intention that bypasses our censors. What would we see or perceive if we were becoming aware of what’s happening right now inside our mind? And if we realized we could experience a source and form of sensation that was new to us? What if it was all in our head, but our mind is actually far larger than we think?

Use the liminal space between waking and sleeping: both falling to sleep and waking up. We often pass through these zones briefly, but hanging out on the edge of sleep, coming or going, is a rich territory to explore and unfold this new ability. Also before and after naps, and during short, 5 minute breaks from the screen or activities. Or whenever we close our eyes to check in and find an energized fabric with which to play.

vino de la vida

It’s past witching hour
by far
In vino veritas
(y tambien, la vida no es tan seria como la mente hace que parezca)

enjoy life -but live it(!)
don’t settle
which means ~obtain your magic
claim your mojo
you die alone
make some choices
that only you are accountable for

escape a few beliefs
and a little indoctrination
free the mind a bit
and spirit more
you know those feelings
…your memory can reach that far back
to what you’ve lost touch with-in

in all the scurry
come back to the body
it’s not just a temple
it’s a playground of sensation, energies
pathways and forces
a nexus of power

ride these sensations into presence
only the body is always here and now
while the mind can spin endlessly in neither
anchor self in the earth
and reach the stars
or not
a thousand games
a thousand gems

Protect yourself and grow upright to the sky; that is all.
— Shunryu Suzuki


kenaz

I drew kenaz this morning. A curious rune which typically means illumination, craft, skillful means. But its darker poems in history relate it also to ulcers and tumors. The reconciliation is found in a deeper function of kenaz which is shaping energy with thought. As such, it warns me today to be wary of whether I am shaping my thoughts with intention or whether my thoughts are shaping me, through moods and mechanical associations. One is a type of growth I do not wish to encourage.