The Visionary origins of religion

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Before the Dogma plants aided the pilgrim on a visionary journey inside.

Out of the head and into the heart as we remember ‘this is just a ride’!

God sits inside us all,

God is in all things

It is a force from beyond

And like a disco ball it rests above the cosmos of created things.

Gifts of Eden.

Watercolour on paper.

By LUCY DELICS.

Thank you Nature for the visions granted,

Here are some psychedelic photos in which seeds are planted

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Elongated Skulls

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A mix of artwork created both in and inbetween Ayahuasca ceremonies…

These being come up a lot in my visions.

Who do you think they are and what are they trying to say?

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An Orphans Grief…Missing my Mum.

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However strong I am…I still miss my Mum and would do anything to go home to her…She passed away to Lung Cancer around 9 years ago on October 1st. I have been nomadic and homeless since then …I still hear her voice and spirit with me but being alone so many years has been hard on my soul. I understand it gives me depth and unlike many I was lucky to have a nice Mum in the first place. Being an Orphan and wondering around, the endless quest of searching for a home and meaning is what led me to the Plant Medicines. So I wouldnt die like my Mother with fear and could help other people going through the early stages of dealing with Death. I rediscovered the artist inside and gave up everything to follow this dream I remembered having as a child. I know they are both happy for my progress, or they would be…I am too…I just miss that feeling of family that seems like it was a past lifetime now. My 20s have been interesting and took me to many places. But they have also been extremely difficult and a constant struggle to survive in a world that seemed to be doing everything to make that impossible. I have not had a normal social life for many years as I would always end up moving countries when I felt like I settled for work and adventure.
I have been alone for a long time.
I am telling you this so you understand my art.
The reason why it is so bright and full of love.
I think it is that way because my world was very dark and lacked love for a long time. Nobody to check up if I was ok or to say I love you, to wish me happy birthday or to spend Christmas with. I have had sorrow with me since my Dad died at 15 only for that force to become dominant when my Mum also passed a few years later.
As much as I tried to push on with life after I had no support, when I messed up I had nobody to help me sort my life out. I had to learn from the mistakes I made, and I made many. I found myself cleaning toilets even though I had a degree in archaeology. After a few years of cleaning other peoples shit, I think my ego was nearly eradicated. I am gratefull for being at the bottom of this pyramid the powers at be put in place so they can continue with their domiance and greed….It only added to fuel the creative fire inside that was helping me climb my own mountain.
Art saved my life.
When I first went deep with the psychedelic experience my creativity was fully restored, it has not stopped since. It also helped me to find peace in loosing the people I loved. It is not a cure, it is just an aid. And I have just as many negative things to say about the Ayahuasca tourist industry as I do good, but I am gratefull the brew was able to do what it did.
My creativity is what keeps me going, keeps me following this dream I have that art can make a real difference in this world.
Because everyone is an artist, before the society we live in today took over with its jobs and debt…most members of the community had some type of craft they would get on with daily. A blacksmith, somebody who made the cider! Somebody who made shoes…so on…its all creativity and It is all healthy for a person to connect to a craft.
The educational system compltely killed my raw creativity, but I was always an artist. I hope my art can inspire all people to discover that fire they have inside. It might not be painting…but I promise you you have something inside to share with the world…something you can see when you get out of the head and into the heart.
I am gratefull for Death, because Death showed me the way back to my heart.

John Lennon Imagine was the last song to be played at my Mothers funeral. It was the freedom they installed into my young mind and the peacefull fight for justice that is still my biggest influence and inspiration.

Me&Mum

Dragon and Magic

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Psychedelic Druid.

While my gaze searched the horizon for meaning,

Questions that once caused me to lay awake in bed at night,

Seem to be answered,

But this answer didn’t come in the form of words,

It’s language was a different type,

A visual song that encapsulated my spectrum,

Once the endless array of rainbows giving birth to rainbows ceased,

Light radiated from every living thing,

Before me was the cosmos and I was just a part of it’s mathematical time scale,

The sky looked as if it was made from the most precious stones,

They formed patterns that created a ceiling of divine proportions,

It became a comedy to think in my waking life I had forgotten this place,

These realms that felt so familiar it seemed like only a moment had passed since my last visit,

Angelic entities spoke of love as my ego tried with all its might to keep my mind running,

This adversary we may spend a lifetime in battle with does not come from an external source,

The good, bad and everything in between comes from within,

And all this stuff we cling to for meaning can trick the heart into feeding its greed if we do not discipline the spirit,

Nature is where I choose to gain this education from,

And the many teachers it provides with wisdom that was already ancient when our ancestors first learned to talk,

If we seek to look,

But who was really looking?

Questions and knowledge is what fuels this fire that burns within me,

Its warmth keeps me charged when the world gets dark,

It dwells in all hearts,

The path is up to you if you choose to start,

Of course it can be tricky to navigate such a place,

The true lesson of Faith,

Only in sacrificing the illusion of self,

Can one be truly free,

Death,

Not a curse nor a taboo,

It is the only destiny we all share to be true,

So while I am here and for a time that I am me,

I sacrifice the eye within as Ravens rest upon my tree,

The roots of my being ground me to the Earth,

Returning to that which has given me Birth,

God is not a man with a beard who lives in the sky,

It is within an interconnected consciousness of what is you and I,

These spells are spoken for my ancestors that were silenced,

Eternally pagan over dogmatic violence,

From days of Bronze,

When dragons flew,

Stone circle gatherings

And a magical fungi brew,

Something inside me always knew,

The language of the trees,

Of nature,

So as I gaze upon the beauty of this planet,

Grateful I am to have the honor to inhabit

Because this place is truly magic.

E.L.S

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