Pic by Jake Kotze Maestro Jim is coming back to town this week.  I’m currently feeling the wild energy of “the ceremony before the ceremony…”  It seems to be some kinf of alchemical state, in which all the muck and shadow stuff get boiled up to surface, to be skimmed off by the medicine like oil. I had just been reading a Facebook post about the possibility that ET’s were here on Earth and working with various human governments, including Canada’s.  I then went to check Instagram and saw that Jake Kotze had posted this manipulated pic of Jim entitled, “Aliens Among Us.”

Pic by Jake Kotze

Maestro Jim is coming back to town this week.  I’m currently feeling the wild energy of “the ceremony before the ceremony…”  It seems to be some kinf of alchemical state, in which all the muck and shadow stuff get boiled up to surface, to be skimmed off by the medicine like oil.

I had just been reading a Facebook post about the possibility that ET’s were here on Earth and working with various human governments, including Canada’s.  I then went to check Instagram and saw that Jake Kotze had posted this manipulated pic of Jim entitled, “Aliens Among Us.”

Little by little, I’m opening up to the plant inside me.  The tough, hard bud of a new way of thinking opens above me like a headdress while the seed nut center of something planted long ago cracks open in the dark soil of my unconscious.My awakened plant intelligence teaches that I’m made up by an infinity of infinities, with each bit of me reaching out for each bit of you—the spores of our consciousness intermingling in the air which is itself alive and breathing. It’s filled with the intergalactic dust of everyone and everything that ever was—it’s what urges you on and helps you make connections.   It’s the psychedelic rainbow tendrils that connect our dreams and visions, the sum entirety of which is captured and framed by the wise and patient gaze of the Other—encouraging and loving and as ancient as the Sun itself. 

Little by little, I’m opening up to the plant inside me.  The tough, hard bud of a new way of thinking opens above me like a headdress while the seed nut center of something planted long ago cracks open in the dark soil of my unconscious.

My awakened plant intelligence teaches that I’m made up by an infinity of infinities, with each bit of me reaching out for each bit of you—the spores of our consciousness intermingling in the air which is itself alive and breathing. It’s filled with the intergalactic dust of everyone and everything that ever was—it’s what urges you on and helps you make connections.   It’s the psychedelic rainbow tendrils that connect our dreams and visions, the sum entirety of which is captured and framed by the wise and patient gaze of the Other—encouraging and loving and as ancient as the Sun itself. 

For years I was down with the idea that the shift of 2012 would be about a mass increase in consciousness, I assumed this would be measured in terms of our logical mental abilities. I thought we’d suddenly “know” more in a way that we could put into words.   But now, on the other side of 2013, I wonder if our evolution is not a straight path to some higher analytical way of thinking but is the result of a shift to a slower, deeper mode of being…one of unthinking and energetically feeling one’s way through the interwoven matrixes of the networks that make up the world?  What if our evolution is about the need to be more aligned with the earth—through permaculture principles and better diets, as well as the need to step aside and have fun—to be wild and free…to value and amplify in-between moments and in-between emotions…to getting off the treadmill of petty obligation and slavery to capitalism. To not being dead at 30 buried at 70?

For years I was down with the idea that the shift of 2012 would be about a mass increase in consciousness, I assumed this would be measured in terms of our logical mental abilities. I thought we’d suddenly “know” more in a way that we could put into words.   But now, on the other side of 2013, I wonder if our evolution is not a straight path to some higher analytical way of thinking but is the result of a shift to a slower, deeper mode of being…one of unthinking and energetically feeling one’s way through the interwoven matrixes of the networks that make up the world?  What if our evolution is about the need to be more aligned with the earth—through permaculture principles and better diets, as well as the need to step aside and have fun—to be wild and free…to value and amplify in-between moments and in-between emotions…to getting off the treadmill of petty obligation and slavery to capitalism. To not being dead at 30 buried at 70?