If the truth were to be told,
who would do the telling,
and to whom?

Shamanism is an ancient technique of attaining religious ecstasy and knowledge. For millennia, Shamans, ancient astronomer-poets, sat beneath the stars under the influence of sacred power plants. The use of these plants would give birth to religions, which later would forget or deny the very basis of their communion with the cosmic order.

Faith and Object.
Never the same. Guess again.

Today, we live with the collective memory of a distant garden, and the forbidden fruit of a sacred tree of knowledge. The institutions of organized religions, hierarchical, social and political structures, offer something called a sacrament, something called communion, and something called an altar. But the sacrament isn't, communion doesn't, and nothing is altered. The sacrament has become symbolic, an empty ritual devoid of true religious ecstasy. And for good reason. Knowledge is power, and the first condition of faith is the acceptance of ignorance. The quest for knowledge is blasphemous and heretical. It is an insult to faith and the faithful. It is now only the mystic and the heretic who dare seek union with the Unspeakable.

The faithful sit outside the temple doors,
waiting for God to blink.

Temple doors are made of eyelids.
Not everyone sees this.

Shamanismo utilizes entheogenic plants as sacraments to enter profound altered states of consciousness. Within the rapidly morphing geometry and archetypal imagery of the psychedelic experience, one awakens to one's place in the cosmic order and the infinite nature of Being.

In a land before contradiction.
In a place before dreams.
Here was I born.

DEEPER HIGHER