“ Oh Great Spirit, 
whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life 
to all the world - hear me.
I come before you, one of your children.
I am small and weak. 
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty 
and make my eyes ever
behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect 
the things you have made,
my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise, so that I may know
The things you have taught my people,
and let me learn with wisdom
the things you wish me to know ;
to understand that which is my task
and that which is the duty of others ;
to measure Spirit with no bigotry ;
to do all these tasks led by your hand
and to complete these tasks 
for thy purpose.
And let me know
The lesson you have hidden in 
every leaf and rock.
I seek strength 
not to be superior to my brothers,
But to be able to fight 
my greatest enemy,
*MYSELF*.
Make me ever ready to come to you,
With clean hands and straight eyes,
So when life fades as a fading sunset,
My spirit may come to you 
without shame.
Let me cross over to the meadow
to greet my ancestors 

with tears of joy. ”

“ Oh Great Spirit,

whose voice I hear in the winds,

And whose breath gives life

to all the world - hear me.

I come before you, one of your children.

I am small and weak.

I need your strength and wisdom.

Let me walk in beauty

and make my eyes ever

behold the red and purple sunset.

Make my hands respect

the things you have made,

my ears sharp to hear your voice.

Make me wise, so that I may know

The things you have taught my people,

and let me learn with wisdom

the things you wish me to know ;

to understand that which is my task

and that which is the duty of others ;

to measure Spirit with no bigotry ;

to do all these tasks led by your hand

and to complete these tasks

for thy purpose.

And let me know

The lesson you have hidden in

every leaf and rock.

I seek strength

not to be superior to my brothers,

But to be able to fight

my greatest enemy,

*MYSELF*.

Make me ever ready to come to you,

With clean hands and straight eyes,

So when life fades as a fading sunset,

My spirit may come to you

without shame.

Let me cross over to the meadow

to greet my ancestors

with tears of joy. ”

“ Turn off your mind, 
relax and float downstream; 
it is not dying, it is not dying. 
Lay down all thoughts, 
surrender to the void; 
it is shining, it is shining. 
That you may know the meaning of within; 
it is being, it is being. ”
 So, basically … 

“Sit down, shut up, and pay attention.” 

“ Turn off your mind,

relax and float downstream;

it is not dying, it is not dying.

Lay down all thoughts,

surrender to the void;

it is shining, it is shining.

That you may know the meaning of within;

it is being, it is being. ”

 So, basically … 

“Sit down, shut up, and pay attention.” 

High Noon Flakiness

High noon flakiness. To feel the meaning, is beyond the need to understand it with this rather limited ontological capacity we’ve been given to work with at this delicate, chrysalis stage of our change into transpersonal beings from mere Selves … We’re all like caterpillars, hardly distinguishable from our surroundings, fat, thick, monocultured, crawling and devouring, all on autopilot, and then, hit by an unknown inner stimulus, turning dormant, cocooning and completely separating ourselves from anything but our own narrow visions of reality into what we can only perceive as death, the inescapable feeling of incarceration, the ultimate fear coming from complete unawareness of our soon-to-happen re-emergence and re-birth as our own, beautifully transformed polar opposites ? It’s just a chronic lack of faith. A flu, a fever. I read somewhere that god (words, words, I know, but we lack better paintbrush at the moment) meant for humankind, and all sentient planetary evolutionary species as ourselves, to make their collective rite of passage through the totality of all experiences, both good and bad, blissful and wrathful, to be able to see through the veil of duality and self - realize as being one with the center and the source of All, Divine Grace, Cosmic Consciousness, Unified Field, Pleroma, Akasha, all but a word plays illustrating the common essence of what I see to be ‘the next common sense’. That the separation never existed, and that it is utterly impossible. But we’re trained like and army of minotaurs, cursed to guard the maze we’re lost in, and never try to escape it. A Big Bang of ‘individual Selves’ scattered in all directions, towards the distant poles of duality, devouring all experiences we encounter, until the bucket is full and the circle is complete, we rampage in between layers upon layers within layers of self evident meaning meant not to be known, but felt ; not to be understood, but recognized and accepted as an omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient. To turn away from senseless doubt, no matter how sensible & seductive it might sound to deaf souls … If not for any other reason, then just because it’s so fuckin’ boring and utterly fruitless. Any point where doubt becomes doubted in, is a good starting point, even the rotten heart of conformity. I remember how I found my ‘faith’. I was bored. Dead. Self destructive, decadent. Disgraceful nihilistic doubter of All Things. It was a slow suicide. Not even that slow. I needed something to get me up from crawling through my mental shit’n’rot gutter dungeon. Instead of desperate escapade, I just stopped. Then I began believing in anything that was fun for me to believe in. Since then, it’s all cinematic / dramatic / vivid / dynamic yet still perceived as virtual in it’s thick, dense, mundane manifestation. A brief episode, a flash, an adventure quest for love & power. I wonder how far the strings go. For what I know and what I’ve seen so far, not that far at all. The chrysalis pops, and the player becomes the game master, the lead actor becomes the director. A new skin, different perspective, a major evolutionary upgrade. Abstract transhumanism, it seems that’s where I’m coming from at this point. There is a beautiful shamanic saying, that we’re only a ‘soft candlelight shadow’ distance away from the surrounding, higher and deeper realities, the hints of which we all witness and experience all the time. How high the beanstalk grows, how deep the rabbit hole goes … To be able to at least try to figure it out, no strings must be left attached …

Terence Mckenna - Shamanism of the 21st century

Mckenna discusses the role of Shamism in the 21st century, the psychedelic mystery we face and the move from materialism to a gaian mindset rooted in the hard science of the gaia hypothesis.