A tree painted by the beautiful Bora, an indigenous Amazonian tribe
I’m home! Praise the airplane gods, they got Z and moi back on safe ground without a snag. I did catch a evil head cold that still has a stronghold on my throat, but nothing can squelch the joy that is my evolving spiritual self.
God damn, that was a good trip.
And this here bloggings is a teaser. I’ll start tomorrow in posting the ceremonies; one overview each day.
I know things, loves. Because they’ve been experienced. I retraced the history of Andean civilizations, not by reading, but by going back there. In time. To be them, to know them. Everything from human sacrifices to heaven on earth, I was blessed to know what they all mean. Visions of the future, meetings with the dead, neon-lit assignments — it’s all so clear. The shamanic path just keeps getting better.
Right now, I am all a-fire, ready to literally change the world. I’m battling the mundane day to days, making enough cheese and kibble to stay afloat, and readying myself to really dive into novel #2. My heart is swollen with strength, knowledge, joy – all the mushy stuff. Which is a good thing, because that’s where I have chosen to live now. Cardboard box, mansion on the hills – none of that matters when you live in the atriums. It’s the secret to everything. But getting there – that’s the fun part. Of which I will share, if you’ll listen.
