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