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....
Monday, October 24, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
re-UP'n the health consciousness factor & recovering some keys of ascension....
ITS FREE- Go outside and put your bare feet on the ground. Done.
Technology if you're around a lot of EMFs (computers TVs cell phones etc)- [https://shop.earthing.com/products/25/Earthing-Premium-Starter-Kit]
Research- David Wolfe "The Shoe Problem" [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51w2Y8l492I]
BEST- Go get your own spring water in BPA free // glass containers [http://findaspring.com/]
GREAT- Deionized water, add sea salt for minerals
Research- Daniel Vitalis [http://www.metacafe.com/watch/5278639/daniel_vitalis_on_what_type_of_water_to_drink_669/]
Go swimming, take baths & shower. Be immersed in it as much as possible! This is grounding!
There is so much information out there... Where to begin?
Detox- [herbdoc.com] [bodyecology.com/]
Do a Juice Fast [http://vimeo.com/27719576]
Cultured Veggies & a Raw Food Diet [great sources are David Wolfe, Daniel Vitalis, Donna Gates, any Longevity Now Conference speakers]
How to- Rama "Focus and Meditation" [http://fredericklenzfoundation.org/Focus-and-Meditation-Tantric-Buddhism-P127.aspx]
Whatever inspires & moves you, do that. Currently, I am loving (ashtanga) yoga & dance. Many of my friends on the health consciousness ride are into Qigong, Taijiquan, Kung Fu, yoga, dance, aerials silks and running....
This is what I think about and what gets me inspired. I encourage you to do whatever it takes to get in tune with your body consciousness and nourish yourself to thrive
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
invoke the elemental magic of building your fire.
Agua is the strongest yet gentlest force. The language crystal of the great unseen, the geometric assimilator of a flowing cosmic musical. A conduit for the divine lightning strike, grounded by the numinous rock of your existence. The air is unseen shall we see so naturally through it. We do want to know its nature. We do want to question its presence. We do want to shrink ourselves down so small, silent, that we can know what its made of. Its a tricky magic... so transparent that you are fooled. It is the support of your flight, the sustenance of your fire, the breath of your intricate design, the wind of your dreaming. Without the potent oxygen of a pure clean mind, our soulfooting, the pulsing blood of our spirit fire is suffocated. The fireless glow will be missed across the vast night plain. Will you find your way back to your tribe?
Twin rocks, bodies of Earth, by sexual collision with the right bed of tinder to land upon will help to warm us from the inside out. Cozy as it goes. A possible beginning to the journey we begin in the night. It will spark the knowing flame of creation within but listen close to its rumbling. ‘Do not stop here!’ Do not use tinder that is wet with your unbridled emotions, rather stoke the embers with every ancient dance of sacredness you can muster. We can be lit up by the divine lightning that will undoubtedly strike. But we would need to practice the yoga of madness. We need to be crazy enough to go into the storm in warrior pose with a devotional metal rod.
This is a place and time for great polarity, metaphor and mythology. The soil of the biosphere is compromised by chemicals and waters polluted with synthetic antidepressants. The air is fumigated with the wretchedness of choices directed by the unconscious; and yet the world is still ablaze, the oxygen molecule is yet everpotent, and the water is springing up like the force of a million years of labor, birthing and bubbling with ecstatic molecular reminders; and with it comes the ancient soil compressed and dynamic with the richness of life sustaining structure..... as it always will be.
Twin rocks, bodies of Earth, by sexual collision with the right bed of tinder to land upon will help to warm us from the inside out. Cozy as it goes. A possible beginning to the journey we begin in the night. It will spark the knowing flame of creation within but listen close to its rumbling. ‘Do not stop here!’ Do not use tinder that is wet with your unbridled emotions, rather stoke the embers with every ancient dance of sacredness you can muster. We can be lit up by the divine lightning that will undoubtedly strike. But we would need to practice the yoga of madness. We need to be crazy enough to go into the storm in warrior pose with a devotional metal rod.
This is a place and time for great polarity, metaphor and mythology. The soil of the biosphere is compromised by chemicals and waters polluted with synthetic antidepressants. The air is fumigated with the wretchedness of choices directed by the unconscious; and yet the world is still ablaze, the oxygen molecule is yet everpotent, and the water is springing up like the force of a million years of labor, birthing and bubbling with ecstatic molecular reminders; and with it comes the ancient soil compressed and dynamic with the richness of life sustaining structure..... as it always will be.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Sacred Circuitry
Rewiring my circuits while my intentions arise through the divine design of mind... I popped this little guy out (image below) in less than 24 hours, finishing at exactly midnight on June 15, 2011 - the total lunar eclipse. Having spent a lot of time with maneuvering the geometries of each little line, I see there are still intricate corrections to be made - a perfect symmetry of my inner tonal circuitry experience. (I did save each symbol as a Ps brush so you can 'expect' these guys to pop up subliminally in all of the higher mind's subsequent digital creations)
I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed creating it.... By far the most intentional fun I've had with Photoshop :)
these are P O W E R F U L....
(click on image to download high resolution)
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
om gaia tree
Om bhur bhuvah svah
tat savitur varenyam
bhargo devasya dhimahi
dhiyo yonah prachodayat
Monday, June 6, 2011
all and neither
i channel the spirit to use the mind, i use the mind to learn the language, i use the tongue to speak the words, i use the words to paint a picture, i paint the picture to transcend language, i transcend language to channel the spirit
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
visionary vortex
in waves. this place is a dream. it has to be. a portal is there. go through it. there's no air. i can't open my eyes. its like their glued shut. i am not breathing. i'm dead. something keeps me from going into self pity and pulls me through a membrane. a loud pop. tantra. its so beautiful here i almost cant handle it. i experience true gratitude for the very first time. pools of tears are gliding out of my eyes on antigravitic luminous threads. what elegance within the physics of this place is spiraling into my stomach? wisps of loving suggestions bend upon the bronze cheek of my perfection. there are colors here beyond my own description. i sigh in a blissful harmonic that vibrates my entire being in symphonic overtone reverb. i shudder in waves of ecstasy as the sound information penetrates. its bouncing within the walls of my totality in a geometric mandala of echoes. something is whispering through a triangulated amulet that is suspended and bobbing in the air before me. its her. oh my god i remember! a high galactic spectrum penetrates the opacity of my hitherto solid body. she has always been me. i am the responsibility to embody us.
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