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Psilocybin and MDMA

I heard a talk about drug therapies for Cancer. The Doctor from NYU  cancer research talked of the difference between Psilocybin and MDMA – both therapies that are being studied under strictly monitored conditions. The therapies have benefits of reducing worry , anxiety and fear of death.

He said Psilocybin is not recommended for people who love stability and fear change. Psilocybin dislocates the everyday relationship of the individual to the everyday world. MDMA ( street name : ecstasy) relaxes and creates feelings of well being and love for all.  Both therapies could create temporary paranoia as reality shifts, which makes a secure environment essential. Dont try it at home etc.

My mind loves to disassociate from everyday reality. I surely feel ecstasy when I allow my imagination to see the whole world as a living communicating being of which i am part. It can be depressing and painful to have to live in the everyday world where nature is destroyed inevitably, and largely unnecessarily by the current shitstem of  providing comforts. There is enough and there are solutions – for some reason humanity is waiting for this shitstem to crash before discovering how to survive in harmony and without waste.

I read my own writing and comfort myself:

When I die , hallelujah bye and bye, I return to Source. I AM. I become one again with that which I always am. I am that now, in a separate temporary skin. This does not change the fact that my body is ageing, that my dreams remain unfulfilled, my expectations challenged and dissed, my life an irrelevant point in history’s notebook.

In HERstory,  I AM part of the Awakening. IN MYStory, the point of my life is mine to decide. Mysterious, unfathomable, unless we know OUR story, our human story. It is ever thus. The Rise, the Fall, the Thrust , the squall…

I am ever born again in a time which is timeless and ever here. My eyes see the glory of the skies and clouds. My heart pines for Star Knowing.  This body loves its comforts and envies the homeless their views of the stars, but not their physical, emotional handicap. Their mental handicap is an extreme form of mine. We feel connection to energy, when Inner Chi is one with Outer Chi. Aborigine songlines, dot patterns, Nasca lines, drawings in the chalk cliffs, crop circles – inexplicable energy formations that some people feel and represent and even live in harmony with…

A Cosmistory:

in the beginning, before the was a beginning, we all lived together in the Cosmic Egg of All Potential which didn’t exist, or existed only as a concept in its own mind. As I said, in the beginning, we lived together Mother and I, and we wanted to play, We wanted “Lila”, the dance. Or was it Lila that wanted to happen?   Lila was always there in the cosmic egg of all potential. That’s what we discovered, Mother and I, and by that time Lila was in full swing. The play of mothers, fathers, and children had escaped the cosmic egg of all potential and become what it always was.

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People peopling Earth. Earth peoples. Earth and people are one. Her children her self.

We are the human consciousness that Earth devised to know itself. Evolution delighting in being. And in so far as we know who we are , we are Stardust and it is magnificent. We are creative goddesses and gods

. The stories we tell ourselves are creative. Live compadres, LIVE!

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Inside my Head, Outside the Box.

Inside my head, Outside the box.

Ibi, Temucuan goddess of water. I am your consciousness of yourself. I hold and use the sponge cut from the sea floor, I study its pieced structure and the thickness of the root from whence it sprung. I feel its life, no longer living but the trace.
I feel my hair like seaweed as the water moves it in response to my movement. I feel conscious of life evolving in the sea.
I connect with Life force in Water. Water is consciousness, water is life.

Thus I believe, and thus I behave, and thus I exult in life. This connection happens in its own way in all of us who love nature and our natural beingness.

The dinner party.
“Who did you vote for?” I ask the young woman, long time friend of my niece at Father’s Day gathering.
The men of my generation say no, no politics. I move to speak individually to the young woman, as my niece, Catlynn says, “We are grown people. We can talk without arguing.”
Vanessa liked no candidate particularly and voted for Hillary.
“And Bernie ,?” I ask.
She explains she didn’t think his policies were feasible, and mentions free education.
Richard now was able to explain that the free education idea is to educate all school leavers so they are able to work at a job of their choice. It would fund tech schools, and farm apprenticeships, marine activities etc not just colleges and degrees. The idea sounds excellent, and he goes briefly into funding options.

I like politics when people talk about what they want. Then, too often, they go into despair mode about the intractable nature of politics, corruption, media ownership, profit etc – all the reasons why change wont happen.
This is sad and SELF DEFEATING.

I believe the world can and will change – Eastern Inner Spirituality mingles now with Western Science. Humanity will learn through the crises we are creating for ourselves that we survive or go extinct as a species. I stay hopeful because I experience daily renewal of hope and consciousness in myself. I am that consciousness which knows itself to be Life. Not just human, and not even necessarily human. My human mind can think outside its own little human brain case box.

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In My Head..

Breathing. Inhale two three four. Hold two three four. Exhale two three four. Hold two three four. Inhale two three four. Hold two three four. Exhale two three four. Hold two three four. Inhale…

To consciously halt breathing is to experience a conscious moment of how it is to be dead. Consciousness is still here observing.

I am sitting at the table, my arms resting on a yellow tablecloth. Yellow in 4 second awareness is symbolic of sunshine, of daily gratitude to this breath.

Gratitude opens the door for those who are materially dead to be in our head . I pour myself a gin and 4 seasons highfructosefreee tonic water. My parents are breathing with me. Along with tea, It was mum’s social drink. I also like scotch, and brandy, like my dad. To say “I like scotch and brandy also, like my dad” , would change the meaning.

Who cares about such linguistic punctiliousness these days. Who cares what my Dad drank. Desperately escaping burdens of the day’s requirements. How hard it is for spirit to live in a material body here. Spirit which is eternal finds no difficulty in anything, it is only humans who forget to breathe. Spirit is breath. Spirits relax the natural soul which is burdened here, but must deal with it.

Inspire, inspiration, breathe in breath. Expire, expiration, breath out death. Breathe in life. And hold for a count of four for awareness.

We are spirit here. And those realists who say, “oh shut up already. Just get on with it”, don’t and don’t have to experience the spirit realms where mind, mind has mountains cliffs of fall, sheer no man fathomed…… oh my dead, my beloved are in my head. and on that four count of stopped breath i feel them encouraging me:
“yes yes yes. It is paradise here where we watch without input and it is hell here when thou’rt unhappy. Be Free we say; “Iree”, says Pun, “Free. Freedom itself, freed for each to frame their own concept, their own game.

Breath is spirit. Luscious awareness of light and dark, life and the mark you make. Breath in for four; hold for four; breathe out for four; hold for four; breathe in…..

 

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Positive Vibe Transmission

POSITIVE VIBE

John 78, Cuban American, owns farmed acreage within the city limits. I often meet him briskly walking his three Jack Russell terriers.
– mangoes this year had flowers that didnt set. We’re done for, all the changes…
Lib 66, artist
– we can say that cos we’re old, but the young cannot say that.
John
– my doc cannot believe me – i had a triple bypass and i’ve thrown all
but my blood pressure meds away, blood thinners and all that.. I eat a clove ( not a head) of garlic everyday and my cholesterol is perfect now. The drug companies….
Lib
– yes my friend on Statins, coumadin – her skin tears and bruises with great red welts at the least little bump. I will share what you told me – this is the knowledge that will help us survive. This is the knowing of the futurepast, how to grow things, how to be healthy.

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I drink a tbsp of vinegar every day when cancer thoughts arise. I work on breathing for bloodpressure control cos im sure the drugs are making me stiffer. I do yoga and have so far warded off a second hip replacement. Our faith in our alternative meds is as rewarded as those who trust the allopaths. One day the shit will hit the fan.

I wish for all who rely on healthcare to be able to access it, while I also put my faith in self healing, and the healing mechanism of the body which is one with Earth.

I love electricity and hot baths, while I also know that when the electricity supply is removed we will see and love the stars once more.
I see our culture stifling adaptability and inventiveness in the masses. I see young parents doing their best to encourage it although the school system and the pressure of work for money strongly impede their efforts. I know our culture cannot survive as it is, this is reason to rejoice for it offers opportunity.
I see powerful people making ludicrously terrible decisions which increase horror and destruction. I see myself failing to live up to my own expectations. I can see that although the trajectory is bigger than me, my struggle counts, It may shift the pointer just a hair when combined with all the longing here.

We will not stop the catastrophe, we can work to minimize it and be prepared for it. History is repeating itself – it is time for HERSTORY, Mystery again.

Future is unknown, we create it in this moment. Past is ours to describe – the stories we tell ourselves are creative. It is always the one human story in all its insanity and glory. Right Here Now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hibiscus wild 2.2 This painting is at Baisden Gallery Tampa.

My website – I paint on silk and teach this art to others – http://www.elizabethmitchellstudio.com  More links below to inspirational scientists.

Bruce Lipton   Biologist  – how and why the body is a self-healing mechanism.

I, Lib, see Earth is a body also. Humans are not only a cancer, but also healthy cells. Let us align with health as much as possible.

Barbara Marx Hubbard – evolve the Biblical story – now is the time of knowledge of the ole Apple of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. “Eve” apologises to “God” and “God” apologizes to Eve for overreacting and setting up the temptation in the first place. Of COURSE we are to have knowledge, we need maturity. Now is the time.

I, Lib see these days, we can see and decide for ourselves  what is  “evil” and CHOOSE to heal. It is not about other people; it is about feeling one with all who are part of survival. Haters and greedheads  will go extinct. We just don’t want to go down with them. That is up to us.

Elisabet Sahtoris – Earth, body, family, ecosystem. All is related. Consciousness precedes matter. Eastern science has made a deep exploration of consciousness, the realm within.

I, Lib , see  inner space – and find it to be one with outer space, outside our skin. Only our identification with skin and ego make us feel separate. That is only human. We are also divine.

Inner chi and outer chi are all one Energy.

I see Humans name consciousness and believe it is only ours – only ours cos we name it, like planting a flag on someone else’s land and thereby “owning” it.

Rupert Sheldrake – Morphic fields of Resonance. Everything is connected. Every action and inaction has ripples through the system.

I, Lib,  see that one grain of sand can tip a finely tuned balance. Humanity is in the balance between liberation and desolation – let our lives matter. That is a matter of belief. It is hard to see how “my life matters” when our enculturation is so blind.

Black and white are one organism that names itself and creates its own duality. This is greater than us.  I strive to transcend this othering and that  does not diminish it one bit. Celebrate and be kind. Be tolerant and compassionate when negative vibes come your way – they are a mirror or a shadow of our self and our culture. We decide what is good, and the good love everyone. Love does not mean condoning, love accepts what Already Is  as a platform for change. Love is open to criticism and strives to grow. Love protects itself within its own heart. Our human heart is one with love. Find it there. Namaste, or as we might say – Damas Day.   Women Rise. OK OK OK

Inspiration, breath and spirit.

“ the moving finger writes, and having writ moves on.” (Omar Khayam)

what if the darkness descends, the bombs fall –  it has been written
what if the weather destroys   – it has been written
what if the sicknesses come – it has been written
what if the humans survive – it has been written

what if what i know is true:  we do not die, our bodies are temporary bone houses for our soul and soul is the same as life force, spirit, breath. Inspiration.

what if i am a wise woman with a story to tell, a way of life to offer,  a way to be happy and make sense of the calamities.

what if our soul was one soul, that this one soul is experiencing itself in matter, that this one soul evolved the human mind in order to experience itself in matter.

what if this one soul is eternal and therefore outside of time.
What if soul, slowed down and materialised, is all earth beings.
Time – which is relative to earth beings, is a creation of the earth beings. For this one soul all time is now.

what if time is moebius circular always passing through areas of the same one stillness NOW,
what if that One Soul is all time, all space, all history, all herstory, experiencing itself as this,
that we are new iterations of one soul materialised, slowed down;
that matter is its material form and life is one spirit clothed in matter.

What if I knew this – then what?

What if i knew that I Am ever here?
what if i knew that I am who I am as part of ONE SOUL
(“it’s all you, but it’s not all about you”. Pateh Parsons)
what if i knew that in every era  I AM here, in every country I AM here, in every part of time space continuum – the rest of me is there in every country every era, every person.
What if i knew that we are one being, like my hands so different from my feet are one being.
What if I AM yoga, increasing awareness of connection between inner and outer, top and bottom, gross and immaterial?

What if, in doing yoga, i live my truth, and strengthen my awareness of this truth.
this knowing that all matter is information; that information is smeared on the walls of the black hole, that it is always and ever connected because it emerges from one starting point  – the cosmic egg of all potential – that which is unmaterialised.
We are held here in connection with earth by gravity and the constant interchange of particles.
what if there is sentience in all, and humans are sentience aware of itself.
Then yoga is good and full.
SHE

Lightning.

Yesterday i was  standing in the rain storm getting soaked at my back door, my arms up to the sky, feeling the rain run down my armpits, and feeling the archetype – woman in time of drought experiencing rain.
I turned my head sideways to let the rain go in my earhole, and turned it the other way to wash the other ear.

There was a lightning bolt and blast simultaneous in my ears and eyeballs. Electrified energy lines in red, black and yellow circumscribed an eye shape of burning white.  In stunned shock I saw the sky reassert itself greyblue.
If that aint supernatural power to which I bow and genuflect mentally I dunno what would be.

My second time of being not struck by lightning. Spared one might say if one was of a primitive mind set. My unstruck heart. My anahata. My fourth chakra love, heart, empowered by lightning because spared by lightning. Death dances with all of us.

I believe that when our culture is washed away and people find themselves surviving in nature again, humans will remember that it makes sense to feel one with nature, conscious of itself in us. I AM my experience of the lightning. I AM lightning ( in my own way).

We got the power to tell ourselves stories which empower ourselves. Oh blessed spiral. Inspiral, outspiral.  Everyman(/woman)  is always here. Everyman  the human. Same human who emerged out of the evolutionary family tree.
Same one who said “i am different from animal though i have an animal body and needs. I am aware of death. I die. I will memorialise me.” ( or others did it for the one)
To connect with Ancestral patterns, to connect myself with archetypes, gods goddesses, forces, stories, elves pixies, a whole world of imagination, is beautiful. My ancestral figures become archetypes, roles on the stage of My play.

I live in this knowing. I am always here. Individual ego is a variation on a theme. Archetypes recur throughout history. Currently I am both somewhat distasteful  mad prophet with wild hair  and Cassandra sanguine about the end I see coming for the people who pay no heed, and yours truly , MadLib

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Paradoxically I AM and am not Logos

I am a portal in my own TED talk in paradise, where my many minds sit listening: ancestors, heroes, my dead, pater, mater – seeing through my eye portals  at THIS truth.

‘Always’ is an eternity of Now.  Past present and future co-exist only NOW; constantly arising, constantly falling. Past is not static, past is always growing. Future is always happening NOW. That which does not change is this truth of NOW.

Paradoxically, eternity changes and yet stays the same when we die. Then ( and Now)  it is formed differently in non-human  mind. Non-human mind ( divine mind, or alien mind if you prefer)  includes human mind but is  much more, and can never be defined and delimited.
I AM eternal, divine, alien and human. I know Past Present and Future exist only NOW.     I AM divine as drop is Ocean. God is I AM. This word “god” is as meaningful or meaningless as the mind  conceives it to be.

Thought is a human artifact.  “God” is a thought. God is Logos. Naming is a human propensity.  The totality of god (concept)  is beyond thought, unthinkable. Essentially unable to be defined and delimited. Like eternity and infinity there is always plus one (+1)  which can be added to whatever is adduced as the whole.

Human mind is divine mind. One human is a drop of oceanic bliss polluted more or less by ignorance which goes through phases of development as it is removed from the system. All human’s share a connected consciousness whether we are aware of it or not.

Hate, love, red, square root of minus 1  are intangibles. They exist because we name them. We are creative.
Prima materia,  first material, earth, mother, mater, matter  preexists our naming.
First spirit is life force, evolutionary drive, energy, god, father, pater, pattern.                    The mind stuff, spirit, imagination, god, human mind  is that out of which all material perceptions and conceptions arise.

I am , you are, we are, they are divine human beings, Spirit and Matter  combined. Once rock and water rubbed together and made life, or as Indian knowledge would have it, purusha and prakriti  touched and the universe exploded into being.

Multiple universes and possibilities exist. By our  Free Will choice in the present moment we bring into being the universe in which we live.  All other possible universes collapse for this observer who chose. What was chosen is thus Predestined.  It is what is and can be no other way.  Every choice makes a difference. We are unnecessarily chained by habit and convention. Nothing to lose but our chains, our mind forged manacles.

I live. Go forth and do thou likewise.