Restoring Perverted Female Roles back to The Medicine Woman.
just for fun 🙂
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?
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,
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,
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.
So I am going to be more confident with this…The fact I am drawing during Ayahuasca diagrams of free energy, extra terrestrial beings and information that seems to be for humanity I will just say it how it is….Channeling. The synchronicity of events since I remember being surrounded by angelic alien beings back in the jungles of the Amazon during December 2012 while they fixed my heart in a cosmic realm are beyond coincidence. And I do not care if it sounds crazy because my heart knows the path. An artist has to learn the difference between ego and heart and many get lost, but with each step I have faith. Faith that there is something in what I am creating that is beyond me, information gathered in the psychedelic realms so many have entered before.
The Challenge is to download it for others. I am up for this challenge. I do not have a family element like others as freedom was granted through grief. With death I faced the emotions that may take a lifetime to explore. I know what it is like to be alone to the point where I know not to give energy to such an emotion. I see how loneliness is the biggest fear of man, but a fear rooted in the ego with no real association to life and death. None of us are really alone, we are connected to a mechanism where for a brief period we experience time in the material.
Our ancestors faced death with a different mentality, not like the one that is so prevalent in the modern world. They knew how to die and with the Psychedelic experience I remembered also. And it was in that place beyond my deepest fear I was able to die and transcend, and in this place contact was made. This is not exclusive to me, but an experience that so many people experience once they take that leap into the unknown and digest the plants with an intelligence so advance we forgot how to translate it.
I have seen visions, visited landscapes and new worlds and met the entities that guard them. I know to a western mind this may sound far-fetched, but to a human who still dwells in nature, a human not trying to dominate the earth but works with her, a human that communicates with the spirits daily, this is not a radical notion this is part of the accepted science.
The first psychedelic revolution back in the 60’s changed the world for the better. The kids lacked guidance and eventually the powers at be cracked down on the surfers riding the wave. But the sea can never be tamed and my heart is Viking. I cannot stop creating my visions since the medicine purged my blocks. I am not a scientist but I know my brain works betters post initiation. Fear has been removed from my path and I dedicate my life to the art. Because art is its own language and the paintings I create are an alien tongue, but one that is seeking to be heard. I first started to write poems about the corruption that plagues humanity from a very young age, I know myself enough to trust the message my art speaks. Freedom, because when I create from the heart I am free and every single human, sinner or saint, deserves to feel freedom. It is in ones freedom they remember love.
The Cloud Riders.
Pastels & Pen on paper.
Inspired by an Ayahuasca journey.