ST113 ... Do you believe in god, vaccines, magic...
do you believe what you believe will last...
Do you believe in god, vaccines, magic, authority, your beliefs, your future, your past……. do you believe what you believe will last, you must question that? Well, i do, but not in an organized fashion. I have an interest in wanting to know what i can know, what is possible, how can anything really be known, what are the tools to knowing, what are facts, how do they arrive… the scientific approach, the mystical awareness understanding? It goes on and on, has been for as long as man began to think and began to wonder about his being. It still all falls into the abyss of mystery at the end of the day, so i say… nothing, nothing much of real value in this world of 'things and stuff'.Â
I let my water drum go yesterday. I had it for 35 years. Found it in the southwest a few years after my journeys into Wirikuta. The Huichol sacred lands of peyote. My moments there spanned thousands of years. I travelled thru port holes, sacred realms, life times, journeys in time and lands from different dimensions. The water drum is considered one of the only sacred objects that is a being in-of itself. The water blessed, reverberates life, spirit thru drumming song memory beyond belief… an entity… worked with him often, felt that sacred space within.
Aliaksandra tried to tell me something about her heart. Her trouble with love, with sex, with her understanding, her beliefs, her wanting, her needs. She tried to tell me what she can't understand, she tried to find her way, got found, got lost, found herself going around in circles……. so it appeared, at times, to her and to me and that's the way…it is… for all of us, at times.
Time stands still sometimes and then twists around itself, when you're looking too hard for answers that can't exist. One has to walk thru the terrains. They can destroy the future of your past. There is no other way, then healing needs to be. The water drum, the little boy, sometimes enters.
On the run, down thru the south west into the dessert, time has turned on me, left me stranded in the waste lands. I don't fight it, what's the point. The whole world is at odds with itself. Everybody is full of shit, demented in one way or another, struggling to be something they're not, it's beautiful. We're all just a bunch of hypocrites living off the dreams of some past; biblical parrots, netflix series utopian dirt, sci-fi romantic fantasies, used dictionaries… but who knows? it's my life, i've put my bets on nature… faith in the unseen, some basic force, pure light, a way, a process, a mystery forever present. The whole earth is made of shit, from every cell that will ever exist——the elephant in the room; sustenance, dive in, you’ve got to swim thru a lot of shit - to bloom your mind…
I am out of here where there is nowhere to hide. Words crumbling into dust. The ancient birds are fluttering songs, Kachi-dog happy in the forest, i grab sun light thru the trees and let wind shift my sails. I'm the last free word drawing circles in the sky. Civilization is dead, in denial, suicidal. I'm watching the waves crush against the rock with soft light swinging love out into the seas. My time is of no time. Here i am. ‘The song sings itself’.
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It's a very strange time to be sure, dark and dangerous, doorways and traps, everything is shifting and it's a challenge to stay afloat!! I love that last photo, just beautiful, so atmospheric and haunting.