This sensation often brings me places I never would have imagined, and often with relatively short notice.
4pm Friday night I boarded a bus for western massachusetts, with the intention of being dropped off in the vicinity of 6pm, on Springfield or there abouts. The intention: spend the weekend helping my finance move her abode. By midnight I was enjoying the warmth of the night breeze as we skirted through the lost hills of massachusetts, amidst the north western portions of the state.
in all honesty, we knew very little about where we were headed.. the facts:
- our supposed destination was that of an all-night gathering.
- driving directions were simple: take road 1 to road 2, turn left onto road 2. Drive. Look for a tin man.
little did we realize this would be a gathering of an inconceivable nature. If there was any place you would want to share in the psychedelic world, this was it.
we arrived knowing absolutely nothing about the premises and its inhabitants, though details emerged as time carried on. We learned that our host was an artist. By nature of his backyard, we knew stone was his medium of choice. We also heard he was an antique stove dealer.
Either way, this place was incredible; 20 acres of land, mostly populated by dense forest, though the few acres immediately surrounding his house and workshop had become an intricate stone maze of an inconceivable nature. By stone I really mean boulder; the smallest hunks of rock were desk-sized.. and the largest, were that of pick-up trucks. HUGE.
consider stone henge + japanese rock gardens + the garden of eden + dragons.
(yes, dragons)
about an hour into our visit, we realized the rock formations towering over and around us, separating the various garden "rooms" was the body of a massive stone dragon.
he also had a towering 15foot san pedro cactus just inside the back entrance to his house.
eventually we found ourselves excruciatingly bored of the party's intoxicated audience, and upon further consideration, voted for our departure.
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Saturday evening was a bit quieter - physically, certainly not energetically. While lying in meditative silence - a place we call home, to the inka, infinity - my beautiful finance opened me to the places she had traveled. Through her, came powerful ancestral songs from cultures around the world. She shared her sense of deep energetic connection, despite feeling physically incapable of the frequencies that would come together in music.
it was in that moment, the following made sense:
our worlds are made up of our thoughts.
for me to sense your world, all I need to do is share in your thoughts.
it's as simple as that.
all those forcefields we use, all those things we employ as warriors in our quest to differentiate ourselves from the beings around us, we can lay down our arms.
if we want to let go of that which ails humanity, we've got to come together.
all that currently separates us is our belief that we're different.
if you want to feel the closeness of that person beside you, feel their thoughts.
some call me psychic.
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go back and reread some of that.
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<3
1 comment:
I loved this entry. It is gonna take some time for me to absorb your ideas. I am working on laying down my arms. It seems harder to do in a relationship, for me anyway. My favorite posture is the child pose, that of surrender. There is hope in every little thing.
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