Some of these things will sound weird when I’m sober… but I need to say them anyway…
A dog looked at me today… but it wasn’t the dog that was looking… it was the consciousness inhabiting the dog that saw me. It was as if he was asking me how I entered his frequency, there was curiosity, recognition and awareness.
I think there are energetic pathways lurking below the surface of what we think is possible. Yet, they open themselves when it’s safe enough for us to see. We each have a karma, a code, an ethic, and perhaps that determines which pathways open themselves up to us.
Most people fear being labeled as “crazy” so instead of turning inward, they turn on CNN. It’s only when I think about what others think about me that I feel fear. When I trust in myself and my experience, fear… fears me.
You can worry that you’ll never leave the mushroom realm… and, only if you were so lucky… but you always come back, it’s just a matter of time.
There’s no one in my unique position to listen… not because I’m “special” or better than anyone… I just think we each have a great individuality that we’re completely unaware of on a daily basis.
Not everything is a message but anything can be a message if you let it tell you what you need to hear.
Real power requires a certain amount of freedom… if you build your house too quickly then you aren’t going to listen to the signs telling you to leave.
A psychedelic can teach you in a few hours what some don’t learn in a lifetime but not everyone comes to learn. Truth is reserved for the truthful, but what does truth become when it becomes everything?
Psychology can call psychedelic thinking disorganized but sometimes you need to empty all the drawers to put things back in their place. Even if you find things you tried to forget… it’s just an opportunity, not to throw them away, but to dissolve the reasoning for hiding it in the first place.
Everything happens for a reason but the reason isn’t always one you are meant to see or understand. But trust doesn’t need understanding, it asks for faith.
Have compassion, even when the dealership makes you wait 4hours for spark plugs, because when you finally get the invoice and the whole thing is wrong, the secretary is going to confess to you of her troubles with her mother in the nursing home, which she’ll define as a “blond moment” even though you know it’s much more and a nod and a gentle awareness will add more to her day than the missed time would have added to yours.
Awareness is a gift for the strong and a curse to the weak. If you can barely hold your own emotions, what good is it to see through to the emotions of others. The frustration in the eyes of someone who has to be kind at an inconvenient time, the questioning that only happens behind the eyes, the fear behind the facade. When one can’t hold themself, then all the inner holdings of others just seem like an attack.
I think tribes still exist, they just don’t dress in their traditional uniforms anymore. But good people still recognize each other, and misery will always love company.
Simple communication can be alchemical between the right people.