Monday, October 24, 2011

a glorified account of a weekend in hot springs, arkansas

posted up in a half cocked fedora, smooth leaning against my fav mama tree in the yard of my suburban home-slice... the luna sends her blessings for an adventurous weekend. a maroon car pulls up with conviction into my neighbor's driveway. my gaze returns to the velvet star jeweled sky. brought back to earth by the cheesy ringtone of the day, "we're here." "you're in the wrong driveway." "HA." We were teamKC ready to rock the stargate in the AR crystalline playground, aka Ouachita Mountains.

8:30PM departure, team KC headed south on the steel breeze with adorable 4G.iKatie on navigation, charismatic Casey Burge our pilot, Sunshine Word Medicine representin the lavendar sacred smokes and witty rhetoric; we rocked the coast to coast AM frequency a majority of the trip, mapping our favorite constellations and telling stories which fed into conversations of the space-friend and shaman-dream flavor. my intentions to flirt with them all weekend were easily stated and set. arrival at campsite numero uno, 3AM. the crescent moon bares her sexy pale silhouette through the rippled skylake cloud cover and we scan the earth for the perfect degree of "tent cush". the guardian of the grounds, a black house cat pummels me to welcome. coming down from the tobacco buzz while simultaneously growing wings from DMT release, i settle into the nest, whispering dream stories to my partner in prime, katie aaron. a man in the tent next to us snores loudly and i realize that he couldn't be anything other than a giant white lion sent to serenade me to sleep. my truth. giggle fits arise when our tent is repeatedly walloped by some unknown creature. perhaps its a skunk... perhaps its don Juan... perhaps its my friend 'The Night Spirit'... soon to find out in the shadow it cast it is the guardian cat, come to play with the newly arrived.. that or she's got a few screws loose. while she did gymnastics off the tent, archangels sat sentinel in all directions for the remaining moments of the majestic milky way crowning of my hemisphere. a dream close encounter with a glowing grapefruit-sized rainbow colored spider, trickling venom made of white light onto my forehead cause me to jump awake followed by another timely tent "attack".

awake again at 11:08AM, exit into direct sunlight 11:11AM, naturally. my spider skin melted overnight; my human absorbing vitamin D skin cloak: confirmed and fully operational. the slumbering ones suckle the last drops of REM and I go deep ujjayi style with surya namaskaras to Amun Ra, the sun god, as he takes mighty steps across the sky, dissolving my thoughts in his superconscious rays. as i lie in shavasana, team KC is now stirring and huddle 100 feet away and i catch a glimpse of their revolving conversation about semen and its many uses. i put in my two cents about and reverence for the whole magical phenomenon.

next montage at the crystal mine: several hours of maneuvering in the red/yellow peanut butter mud playground, delicately uncovering terminated earth DNA in quartz form. this for me is always a deeply personal sesh with the Mother and therefore a mostly silent retreat into her throes. if staring into the red dirt for hours, (total grounding) a glance up at the greenery would send your eyes into a full gratitude bow for the prolific vibrancy in superman saturation. we got out of there at sunset with a few really dank pieces and extreme satisfaction. a lemurian seed crystal dug out with these 3D hands = multiple synonyms of YES.

we hunt out a new campsite at the whim of our intuition and score a beaut. fire up the soup, throw on an extra jacket & toss the wine bag around for a good slapping. casey burge breaks it DOWN on omnivorous endeavors and de-calcification, which has my excitement probing exploration of the realm of elite animal products (non-factory farm, obviously).

typical of any camping trip in the Alunaverse, cue the rain and it was time to reTreat into the love laden babbling brookside tents. at the bottom of a hill, the water is bound to collect says the keen camper katie. "we're good, my tent is the shiznittle bam." "ok, sure sarah. we'll probably end up sleeping in the car." *wink*

1 hour in, "sarah there's an inch deep puddle of water under the tent" sleepy sarah says "its all gravy baby this tent is on lock". katie waits patiently for me to wake up wet and eager to occupy a dry car. the moment arrives. huge puddles and i am soaked.. diving into the car and humbling myself as i peel off the wet clothes. 30 minutes later, i see in my minds eye a large gray alien standing outside my car door and click, the door pops open and startles me to a comedic level of intensity. sunshine word medicine says unto thee, "hotel, my treat." their tent had also been submarined. the adventures continue. i had premonitioned and shared with the team earlier that day that i had a vision we'd be sleeping in a hotel room that night that came with an occurring thought like "Mmmmm warm dry bed". so as we waded our way to the hotel, even despite my overconfidence in my oh so amazing tent, there was expressedly peaked curiosity at any additional alunaversal predictions.

dreamsphere recall: questioning my friend andrew who passed into spirit a couple years ago about what its like for him there. from the perspective of my dream body, he was nonphysical and linked in telepathically. i ask him to enter my dream, he does. we rejoice in sweet affectionate kisses of a deeply emotional kind. back into this reality, its time to check out and IHOP mingle with the Hot Springs, Arkansas locals. soak up the culture ya know.

next stop and last adventure before returning home: alligator & wildlife petting zoo of the teeny weeny kind. some of the best surprises come in weird strokes of tourist attraction. $6.50 entrance fee. inevitably, we were all bitten and rammed by hungry talkative goats. as i gaze into the humbling emotive eyes of a timid monkey, i am prodded by some existential ancient memory of relation. dozens of alligators are piled atop one another, absolutely dead still. hibernation time. i sit with a 65 year old mama alligator, (of my totem) for the great connect to penetrate me. they wont be fed for another 4 months. we watched the feeding of three giant mountain lions who prowled and hissed, demanding my respect; we admired the regal wild turkeys who fanned their iridescent artful design for us in serenity; and of course, an encounter with my favorite surprise of all, the exalted mystic white-arctic wolf, also of my totem. FYI, all animals were born in captivity and rescued from worser conditions, which made me feel a lot better about supporting the facility.

no wild hot springs were found as the entire area had been totally commercialized by bath houses @ $30 per hr. thanks but no thanks. :) and so i return to my hometown with more spicy adventures to add to the experience. spirit, can i have some more earth please? its built in baby....

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