Ramblings after an Ayahuasca journey inward.

Nothing really matters, we are but bits of information, sound, VIBRATION… My mind was deconstructed into a million pieces… all at once! The veil lifted. The void was SOUND and WATER, the gods were drumming… everything melting away.  I was thrown into a box of bouncing noise and vibration. THERE IS SO MUCH NOISE!

There was the felling that I was LOOSING my mind, but, of course, I was LITERALLY doing that: My ego trying to clench, resisted, warned me about insanity or worse, not being able to return… until it LET GO…

We seem to be living inside a construct, a matrix, a PROGRAM.

WAVES of music, vibration, echoed amplified, cleansing, purging me and the group.

There were Maori warriors, Quechua, Dakota, Hopi chants. The goddess of the sea came to sooth us all, with her infinite voice.

I’m a healer, I’m an old soul… I could see FIRE dancing, wood being crafted… just before I would spiral down again into the rollercoaster of sound, breaking me apart.

There is so much busyness inside, thoughts, noise, obsessions… I could feel it all, hear it all…I wanted to go back to the ILLUSION.  It is a beautiful illusion indeed…

My mind would obsess over everything, distracting me… holding me back again into the box. “Do not obsess, TRUST, trust. You’ve got this, you asked for this, you can do it, you are PROTECTED. We got you” I would muster, while hearing the shaman chant repeatedly, calling me, purging me once more.

Then I was gone again…silence…void….vibration…terrifying and intense…unbearable at times.

I could only hang on to that slit of light coming from the door…it stretched like a narrow hallway. I clenched to it as my only possible exit.

Rainbow bits of colour, full spectrum divided into tiny pieces attached to each other by strings, cords humming…transmitting INFORMATION…

The humming, the drumming… Snakes and monsters were summoned every time the shaman chanted…It pulled them from under the earth, from inside my bones… Then her voice and her water soothed, calmed us like a  mother to a child.

I could hear everything: the sea, the machine, the universe, the “clink clank” of marbles on a floor…the first sounds of CREATION…and my hand holding on to the metal of the bowl.

There was this old soul in me: this lady who was tired of waiting for all of us to AWAKEN. She kept yawning while tapping her nail on the bowl, clank, clank… She was me, board of the game… it is all indeed a game…I laughed.

I tried to call on all my preconception of deities, angels, masters… they weren’t inside the construct. “non of that matter’s here” Inside there is only noise, division, duality… all part of the program.

I kept obsessing about my skin,  the inner noise of my guts moving, the blood flowing, the temperature of my body…the nuisance and filth of this entrapment… my face melting like cold wax, my whole self becoming liquid, the feeling of cold sweat…time draggin’. There is no time! There TRULY is no time.

PEACE came in the end, and GRATITUDE. My children appeared in my vision as the only reality. I poured so much love over them. My partner appeared as a lighthouse, a star… my guide. I love him deeply..I could feel it like never before.

I felt LOVE for everything and deep UNDERSTANDING. There was no mind, no duality.

As the last songs were sung, and the welcome back was said, I could only feel like as I have birthed myself. I couldn’t help but think that we can’t ALL handle the truth at once. The Illusion is there for us to feel safe. We need to purge and clean and transmute while raise the vail slowly. Not everyone is ready to step out of the matrix… yet consciousness awaits…

The SPIRIT is beyond the construct, beyond the void, beyond the program. I couldn’t see it last night, I could only feel it guiding me, giving me strength and calling me HOME. 

4/2/2017

-I was on and off.

 

What is holding us back?

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FREE-RANGE KIDS, Let them roam free!

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Is declaring War part of a President´s Job Description?

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“It’s become an unspoken addendum to the job description: become President of the United States. Declare war – somewhere, somehow.” That is what RT news recent analysis thrown to the questioning table, reminding us of the past Presidents of The United … Continue reading →

Why do you drink MILK?

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When I was young I was told to Drink My Milk. My grandparents had a farm land outside Mexico City. Every time we went to spend the weekend there we had fresh milk from their cows. These cows were grass-fed, … Continue reading →

Health cannot come from a needle

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A tres años y cuatro inviernos…

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Los recuerdos de México se me van desdibujando y confundiendo en esta Isla ventosa…ya no sé si cada pensamiento se lo lleva el aire gélido que desciende de las montañas nevadas o si la falta de frijoles se ha llevado … Continue reading →

Mexican Imagery

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I love vintage Mexican imagery and the sort of things you can do with them. I like this one. Zapata is everywhere, such an amazing caudillo and the skulls always framing the playfulness and awareness mexicans have about death. This … Continue reading →

The world is a business… or at least that´s what they think!

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Governments are not serving us or our countries…they are serving the corporations. They are owned by them. They pay the world leaders election campaigns and they dictate the rules. This is not a conspiracy theory anymore.         … Continue reading →

I Love my culture… the food, the sounds, smells, the imagery…the art, the life!!!

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KA MATE KA MATE! Rugby World Cup in our backyard

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Surviving Kiwi-land

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Playful lines…travelling clouds… the year’s systole shows the darkest long night…like a milonga. Sticky Tangos hang on to these hands of mine that need to write…but what to write? …I’m out of practice, the words stumble clumsily, sleepily, drowsily… One, two, … Continue reading →

ARROZ CON LECHE…A sweet mood tamer

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Nine years away from my country and the first thing that comes to my mind when I face the question “What do you miss the most?” is THE FOOD!  My childhood is strongly influenced by the food, the smells, the … Continue reading →

Pecados y Milagros, Lila downs es la voz de mi tierra.

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‎”No importa en dónde ande yo, conmigo va mi tierra siempre” Lila Downs Y hoy que me encuentro tan lejos de mi tierra, estoy tan cerca de ella. Lilla Downs me la recuerda con su extraordinaria voz…su corazón tan mestizo, … Continue reading →

Our youth is rioting, do they have a choice?

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System Failure…thespanishrevolution

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La exclusión de la mujer de la vida espiritual de la humanidad comenzó precisamente en la religión.

Así lo declaró Alejandro Jodorowski al convocar un Acto de Psicomagia con la finalidad de reinstalar el valor espiritual de la mujer dentro de la sociedad, retomando así su derecho divino de ser, si así lo desea, una líder espiritual.

En su página web de Plano Creativo explicó el porqué de este acto e invitó a todas las mujeres del mundo a participar en silencio y de manera pacífica el Sábado 7 de mayo de este año y de todos los años siguientes.

El acto, aunque parecía sencillo: Mujeres vestidas de Papisas caminaran en silencio en el Vaticano y en todas las iglesias del mundo, en realidad fue bastante provocador para una sociedad masculina y un estado-iglesia que no tolera la presencia femenina dentro de la religión más que como servidora, virgen o madre.

A continuación pongo un extracto de la invitación al acto:

ALEJANDRO JODOROWSKY: En Corintios 1, San Pablo afirma en (11.3):

“Pero quiero que sepáis que Cristo es la cabeza de todo varón, y el varón es la cabeza de la mujer…”

En otras palabras, el hombre tiene gran posibilidad de contactar a Dios, pero la mujer debe contactarse con el hombre para que este la contacte con Dios… Las palabras de San Pablo han guiado a la Iglesia, que las ha aplicado al pie de la letra: los hombre tienen derecho al sacerdocio, las mujeres no. La vida espiritual de la cristiandad (y también en casi todas las otras religiones con igual desprecio por el espíritu femenino) está dirigida por el vicario de un Dios Padre, un Papa, sin que se le de un representante a la mitad de la humanidad, las mujeres, encarnada en una Papisa. La Diosa-Madre fue expulsada de los credos hace ya milenios. Es hora de que esta situación cambie. No se puede edificar una sana sociedad sobre la base del desprecio a a la espiritualidad femenina y a su sutil inteligencia….

La mujer aporta a la vida espiritual la diferencia complementaria, y esto debe ser reconocido. No se trata de ir contra la religión, sino de enriquecerla, equilibrarla, hacerla justa…

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Estas fotografías fueron tomadas éste Sábado pasado, y aunque no fueron tantas mujeres como se esperaban en el Vaticano, no dejó de ser un acto que, por un lado causó conflicto en otras mujeres que lo presenciaron, (video del acto en el vaticano) pero que por otro rompió esquemas y fue el inicio a una re-evolución social, como la llama Jodorowski.

El acto también se realizó en España, Chile, México y Argentina con mayor apoyo y menos resistencia.

Alejandro Jodorowski nos dice acerca del acto que…

“El sexo femenino de ninguna manera debe simbolizar una tentación sexual diabólica, la mujer, siempre injustamente  comparada a la mitológica  Eva, no es la tentadora, la que precipita a los hombres al “pecado original”, no debe tener como único rol social el ser madre, sino que debe ser el polo complementario del hombre en todas sus actividades , no su servidora humillada… Esto sucede no sólo en la cristiandad sino en todas las otras religiones del planeta…”

Y el mensaje es esperanzador: La unificación de lo masculino y lo femenino en el centro de la tradición religiosa, es la semilla que liberará a futuras generaciones de cadenas y paradigmas innecesarios y destructivos.

Cierro con esta verdad Jororowskiana:

“..Si sólo un hombre, un Papa, es el representante de Dios en el mundo, los niños crecerán creyendo que la realidad es un producto de la mente viril. Las pequeñas niñas crecerán sintiendo que sólo tienen derecho a contactarse con la Conciencia Suprema a través de los hombres. Esto provocará sentimientos dolorosos de inferioridad, y más tarde, la sociedad no contará con el valioso aporte que puede otorgarle la inteligencia y la creatividad femenina….”

Las papisas son un símbolo necesario en este mundo actual, donde el desequilibrio de los hombres solos, machos, nos ha llevado a la guerra, a las industrias nocivas, a la competición incesante, al egoísmo narcisista, a la aberrante distribución de la riqueza, al envenenamiento de la Tierra.

Quién es Alejandro Jodorowski?

Alejandro (Alexandro) Jodorowsky Prullansky (Tocopilla, Chile, 17 de febrero de 1929), es un artista polifacético chileno de origen judío–ucraniano, nacionalizado francés en 1980.

Entre sus muchas facetas destacan las de escritor, dramaturgo, actor, poeta, director teatral, director de cine, guionista de cine,compositor de bandas sonoras, escultor y escenógrafo en cine, guionista de cómics, dibujante y autor de “Fabulas Pánicas”, instructor del tarot, mimo, psicoterapeuta y psicomago. Fundó, junto a Roland Topor y Fernando Arrabal, el Grupo Pánico.1 Su aportación más controvertida es la psicomagia, una técnica que conjuga los ritos chamánicos, el teatro y el psicoanálisis, pretendiendo supuestamente provocar en el paciente una catarsis de curación. También es conocido en el mundo del cine por dirigir los controvertidos largometrajes La Montaña Sagrada, El Topo o Santa sangre, entre otras.

A la edad de veinticuatro años quemó sus fotografías y se fue de Chile, recalando en París en 1953.  Vivió casi veinte años enMéxico, entre 1960 y 1977 (con un paréntesis en 1973-1974, en el que residió en Nueva York) y desde 1980 reside en Francia, país del que ha adquirido la nacionalidad.

 En la actualidad, Jodorowsky vive en París, donde da clases de tarot y conferencias sobre sus técnicas terapéuticas (la psicomagiay la psicogenealogía) en el Cafe Le Téméraire próximo a su casa de la avenida Daumesnil.

¿Qué es la Psicomagia? La psicomagia es una forma de terapia ultra avanzada. Es una respuesta al psicoanálisis. La psicomagia propone curar algo mediante actos que hablan directamente al inconsciente. Uso toda la tradición chamánica de brujería y curanderas que conocí en México, pero sin superstición. Un acto psicomágico es como darle una amorosa patada en el culo a la realidad. Este impulso que le das, sorpresivo, la hace salir de la inercia y ponerse a danzar. Más Información…

Ligas de interés

Obra Literaria de Alejandro Jodorowski

Plano Creativo, Blog de A. Jodorowski

Do you know since when and why we celebrate Mother´s Day?

Celebrations of mothers and motherhood occur throughout the world; many of these have histories can be traced back to ancient festivals….

There is evidence of mother goddess worship in the ancient world, dating back as far as 6.000 BC, and many mother goddess shrines could be found in ancient times inAsia minor.

Ancient Greece imported the Mother Goddess cult from Asia Minor, in the form of a festival to Cybele, a great mother of Greek gods. It was held around the Vernal Equinoxaround Asia Minor. Originally they identified Cybele with Rhea, the mother of gods. The details were not recorded, and we only know that the goddess was attended by galli.

Ancient Romans appropriated the cult to Cybele/Rhea in order to absorb culturally the Greeks and the habitants of Asia Minor, honoring Cybele in the Hilaria festivals, from theIdes of March (15 March) to 18 March. But the Romans were horrified by the Greek celebrations; they quickly associated the cult to the Roman version of Cybele and they made up their own customs. They also made a separate festival in April dedicated to Magna Deorum Mater Idaea, a version of Cybele that was even further separated from Greek customs. The two goddesses, Cybele and Mater Idaea, were eventually merged into a single entity that was completely Romanized, although they kept using galli.

The festivals of Cybele evolved into the Christian festival of Mothering Sunday, honouring the Virgin Mary and your mother church (the main church of the area) It’s now a long standing tradition, part of the liturgical calendar in several Christian denominations, including Anglicans, and in the Catholic calendar it is marked as Laetare Sunday, the fourth Sunday in Lent.

Children and young people who were “in service” (servants in richer households) were given a day off on that date so they could visit their families (or, originally, return to their “mother” church). The children would pick wild flowers along the way to place them in the church or to give them to their mothers as gifts.

Eventually, the religious tradition evolved into a secular tradition of giving gifts to mothers. This festival survived in the UK and Ireland for longer than in other European countries, and it was repopularised in the 20th Century. Most people are unaware of its historical origins, and regard Mothering Sunday and Mother’s Day as the one and same festival.

Ancient romans had a different unrelated holiday, Matronalia, that was dedicated to Juno; it was intended to favor the fertility of married women. Married women, independently of whether they were mothers or not, made private parties where they prayed for happiness in their marriages and prepared dishes for their female slaves. The husbands gave money and gifts to their wives and prayed for their pregnancy. It was complemented by the Saturnalia festival, where male slaves were given freedom and wives gave presents to their husbands. It was celebrated when the harvests were planted.

So, to all women out there how are Mothers, want to be mothers and are soon to be mothers…

Happy Mothers day!

I´m off

Dates around the world

Gregorian calendar
Occurrence	Dates	Country
Second Sunday of February	February 14, 2010 February 13, 2011 February 12, 2012	Norway
March 3		Georgia
March 8		Afghanistan  Albania†  Armenia†	Azerbaijan  Belarus†  Bosnia and Herzegovina†	Bulgaria†  Kazakhstan†  Laos	Macedonia†  Moldova  Montenegro†  Romania†[18]	Serbia†  Slovenia†  Ukraine†  Vietnam†*
Fourth Sunday inLent	March 22, 2009 March 14, 2010 April 3, 2011	Ireland  Nigeria	United Kingdom
March 21 (vernalequinox)		Bahrain  Egypt  Jordan  Kuwait  Libya	Lebanon[19]  Oman  Palestinian territories  Israeli Arabs [20]	Saudi Arabia  Sudan  Syria	United Arab Emirates  Yemen (all Arab countries in general)  Iraq [21]
April 7		Armenia
First Sunday in May	May 2, 2010 May 1, 2011 May 6, 2012	Hungary  Lithuania	Mozambique  Portugal	Spain
May 8		South Korea (Parents’ Day)
May 10		El Salvador  Guatemala	Mexico
Second Sunday of May	May 9, 2010 May 8, 2011 May 13, 2012	Anguilla  Albania[22]  Aruba  Australia  Austria  Bahamas  Bangladesh  Barbados  Belgium  Belize  Bermuda  Bonaire  Botswana  Brazil  Brunei  Bulgaria	Canada  Chile  People’s Republic of China†[23]  Colombia  Croatia  Cuba[24]  Curaçao  Cyprus  Czech Republic[25]  Denmark	Dominica  Ecuador  Estonia  Ethiopia  Fiji  Finland  Germany  Ghana  Greece  Grenada  Guyana  Honduras  Hong Kong  Iceland  India	Italy  Jamaica  Japan  Latvia*  Liechtenstein*  Macao  Malaysia  Malta  Myanmar  Netherlands  New Zealand  Pakistan  Papua New Guinea  Peru[26]	Philippines  Puerto Rico  Saint Kitts and Nevis  Saint Lucia  Saint Vincent and the Grenadines  Samoa  Singapore  Sint Maarten  Slovakia[25]  South Africa  Sri Lanka  Suriname	Switzerland  Taiwan  Tanzania  Tonga  Trinidad and Tobago  Turkey  Uganda  Ukraine  United States  Uruguay  Vietnam  Venezuela  Zambia  Zimbabwe
May 15		Paraguay (same day as Día de la Patria)[27]
May 26		Poland “Dzień Matki”
May 27		Bolivia[17]
Last Sunday of May	May 30, 2010 May 29, 2011 May 27, 2012	Algeria  Dominican Republic	France(First Sunday of June ifPentecostoccurs on this day)  French Antilles (First Sunday of June if Pentecostoccurs on this day)	Haiti[28]  Mauritius  Morocco	Sweden  Tunisia
May 30		Nicaragua[29]

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