Tip of the Wiracocha

The wonders of Bolivia are truly mind-bending.  Space and time combine into a singular and interwoven realm, where synchronicites arise regularly beyond the imaginations and minds of people who live in countries run by machines and computers.   Even Einstein would have appreciated the knowledge hidden among these cultures and perhaps he could have opened even more doors into the world of quantum mechanics had he spoken to the shamans of the quechua culture.  Here the people may be monetarily poor compared to us, but on the contrary they are fantastically rich in textiles, dance, music, legends, lore, and agriculture; they have held onto the groundings of the precious Pacha Mama, the world we have forgotten, the world we no longer know or understand. 

Inquiry Into The Subconscious

"Much of our culture continues to reject psychedelics, which can act as psychic amplifiers, while dismissing psychic phenomena as either nonexistent or meaningless. This rejection may be based on deep-rooted psychic processes, protected by subconscious motivations. Our cultural conditioning tends to support a willful ignorance, based on the impulse to preserve the materialist worldview, and the system of values it supports, from any danger. The possibility of establishing a radically new understanding of the nature of the psyche, supporting age-old beliefs, threatens the underpinnings of a culture obsessed with acquiring wealth, goods, and status.  If we were to discover that other aspects of reality deserved our serious consideration, we would have to reexamine the thrust of our current civilization; entire lives and enormous expulsions of energy could seem misdirected or even wasted.  As I deepened my own explorations, as layers of conventional beliefs fell away, I found I was finally approaching the questions that had eluded me during the course of my life -- questions I had not even believed I had the right to ask.  Even if it required isolation from the mainstream, I preferred to sacrifice my beliefs and preconceptions, along with the comforts and status they afforded, rather than cling to a set of inherited values that I increasingly suspected to be false." Daniel Pinchbeck, 2012 The Return of Quetzalcoatl.

A Bay-spot Touch

And the sunlit fingers of dusk
They settle into a pot of gold
The droopy eyelids of summer clam-shut against the cold
And the night sharks come out to play
Taunting those rosy digits that plucked and swayed
To the ivory and tinsel of a cold, white clay

Our season of time waits for no wake
pulse be that channel a soft vein makes
Tow in the tugboat lost ashore
His memory is sparse, his keel is sore