We had just read A Separate Reality by Carlos Castaneda so we we down to Mexico 
to search for etheogens. We didn't find any magic mushrooms growing in the 
wild. However, at a party, someone, probably don Juan, gave me a taco to eat 
that was laced with 'fly agaric'. 

When I realized what I had just eaten, I almost gagged on the spot. I've always 
been a Cactus man, chased with Tequila. Anyway, although I spit out the 
offending fungus right away, it was too late; the psychoactive ingredients were 
already taking their effect on me: to alter my very state of consciousness.

Suddenly, all at once, in a flash of enlightenment, I transcended and I saw and 
experienced the entire cosmos as a Divine Bi-Unity, inter-related, just like 
the Net of Lord Indra. I realized that we are all inter-connected. I became 
enlightened on the spot. 

Then, standing right in front of me hovering in mid-air appeared the Creator 
God of Volcanoes El and His wife, the beautiful Wisdom Sophia, their son Baal, 
and their daughter Ashley. I realized that existence, is, in Reality, a great 
big family affair!"

http://jot.sagepub.com/content/38/4/387.abstract 
http://jot.sagepub.com/content/38/4/387.abstract
 

---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <turquoiseb@...> wrote :

 Since I've been chiding a couple of slackers for considering this a 
"spiritual" forum but never posting about any of their own spiritual moments, I 
think it's only fair that I post one of mine. This is a short cafe rap from a 
few days ago. 

 

 

 Paris

A spiritual teacher I once worked with taught me something interesting about 
the nature of time. It's that some moments in the past are so cool and so shiny 
that they're not really IN the past. They're still happening, on some cool, 
shiny eternal level, and if you know how you can access them and tap into 
something of the cool, shiny state of mind you were wearing during the original 
moment. 

Today in this cafe I'm accessing a few such cool, shiny moments spent walking 
with a silly, black, snaggle-toothed dog named Paris. 15 years ago, a friend 
found him in an animal shelter in Santa Fe, and his snaggle tooth was 
irresistible, so she brought him home. I was his first babysitter, and walked 
with him many times through the fragrant New Mexico countryside, which he 
clearly believed to be Sniff Heaven. Later I walked the same Paris the dog 
through Paris the city, when we all moved there. Paris loved walking through 
the Champs de Mars and took particular pleasure in peeing on the Eiffel Tower. 
A few years later we all moved again to a tiny village in the south of France, 
so Paris and I had many cool, shiny walks on cobblestoned medieval streets. And 
still later, moving to Sitges, Spain, Paris lived with me because I had a big 
back yard, and I took him on at least two walks a day along the boardwalk. We'd 
always go there because Paris liked to look at the topless female humans 
frolicking on the beach. At least that's what he told me psychically when I'd 
ask why he always wanted to go there. Since that time we've walked in many more 
cool, shiny places here in the Netherlands. And today we took our last walk 
together in here-and-now time, because the vet said that his kidney failure was 
near-total, and that it was time for him to move on. 

I'm sitting in my favorite writing cafe now, having just come from the vet, and 
that moving on ceremony. On a here-and-now level, I guess you'd expect me to 
feel pretty fuckin' bummed. 

Strangely, I don't. Sitting here in the sun, meditating on many of my past 
cool, shiny moments with Paris, I find that they're all still there. I can 
access them any time I want, just by shifting my attention to them. And when I 
do, that same cool, shiny state of mind we wore on the original walk washes 
over me, and I wear it again. There is much smiling and woofing. 

A song lyric written by one of my favorite singer/songwriters (and first real 
hero in this lifetime) Richard FariƱa pops into my mind, as forcefully as if it 
were demanding to be taken as a koan. So I present it as one: 

"The gardens we share are never alone." 

Joan Baez ALL THE WORLD HAS GONE BY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uV6IUq61Hl4
 


  
  
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