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Maps

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Last night I heard consciousness whisper crude jukebox sonnets to an already subdued and lovesick dream, while in between the body slept with ancient purpose. Absurd in absent motion. Groping sculpted bedsheets with the thirst for intimacy. Primal as the moment of touch. Homesick for reality, warm and sweaty nights of tantric communism. Dreamlike but true. Never forever but long enough to seem, another dimension away.


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The Psynapse Cities

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The Psynapse Cities'The Psynapse Cities' illustration by Tim Parish February 2007, Vang Vieng, Laos.

Plan_Plant_Planet> by Terence McKenna

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illustration: by Gwyllm Llwydd http://www.earthrites.org

 

Our present global crisis is more profound than any previous historical crises; hence our solutions must be equally drastic. I propose that we should adopt the plant as the organizational model for life in the twenty-first century, just as the computer seems to be the dominant mental/social model of the late twentieth century, and the steam engine was the guiding image of the nineteenth century.

This means reaching back in time to models that were successful fifteen thousand to twenty thousand years ago. When this is done it becomes possible to see plants as food, shelter, clothing, and sources of education and religion.

The process begins by declaring legitimate what we have denied for so long. Let us declare nature to be legitimate. All plants should be declared legal, and all animals for that matter. The notion of illegal plants and animals is obnoxious and ridiculous.

Re-establishing channels of direct communication with the planetary Other, the mind behind nature, through the use of hallucinogenic plants is the best hope for dissolving the steep walls of cultural inflexibility that appear to be channeling us toward true ruin. We need a new set of lenses to see our way into the world. When the medieval world shifted its worldview, secularized European society sought salvation in the revivifying of classical Greek and Roman approaches to law, philosophy, aesthetics, city planning, and agriculture. Our dilemma will cast us further back into time in search for models and answers.


Niggers of the New World Order> by Diane Conn Darling

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Neo-Pagans are a motley lot. Some go out of their way to act and appear bizarre. These people marginalise themselves, make our faith appear ridiculous, and make it difficult for the rest of us to be up front about our own religious practices. So we keep our heads down, hold down normal jobs and only reveal our true faith to those who are not obligated by their own faiths to condemn and despise us. Meanwhile we meet together in celebration and support and are quietly becoming a growing light in the world.

Re-membering the Sacred> by ls

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*Re-membering: to consciously reinvest a known concept with vital relevance and to relate our life experiences thereto, such that the concept may be powerful to effect change in our world.Change one's worldview to change the world.

Transformational spirituality has been a popular meme since the mid-twentieth century. In Australian culture people have been thinking about the meme of self transformation and have continued to identify with cultural movements which are expressive of this direction, and which affirm that this potential exists for all. People of the Woodstock generation dancing with acid house ravers. The smiley face an enduring image, augmented in the nineties by an open third eye: evolution. Yet how great a gulf in cultural significance between the traditional perspective upon entheogens (plants that "awaken the divinity within") and the Western appreciation of their use! In the West, the entheogenic experience turns upon a transaction, which goes forward at the desire and risk of the buyer. In a traditional society the Shaman governs access to entheogens on the basis of need; here in the West the principal question is, "Do you have the cash?" There, entheogens are understood as a medicine - here, people are buying a product, a commodity.


Morning

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Morning

L'Hashiche

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L'Hashicheby Gwyllm Llwydd http://www.earthrites.org
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Fear and Loathing in Brisvegas

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Today I ate lunch in an inner city park of Brisbane's CBD. Sundried tomatoes and fetta cheese from the deli, avocado and organic grapes are my kind of decadence. Around me office workers are on their lunch break, eating out of plastic containers with plastic forks. I watch an ibis pick through the scraps of a plastic bag. The bird looks as if it could have flown straight from some ancient egyptian temple as I watched it glide here through the high rise valley, straight to modern day corporate Australia... It's noble profile doesn't deserve this kind of beggar pose, but the city makes scavenger's of all wild animals doesn't it?

This past week I've been staying with my old friend Daniel who I grew up with in Darwin, and is now a successful corporate lawyer. Dan's parents started Solar Village in the rural outskirts of Humpty Doo and built their own house out of rammed earth back in the seventies. I remember visiting their beautiful bushland property as kid and being spelllbound by the kangaroos that would hop up to the verandah to eat food offerings and learning about the real potential of domestic solar arrays for the first time. Nowadays in a classic role reversal that often happens to kids raised on alternative ideals, Daniel is working on the 38th floor of a high rise in Brisbanes CBD - about as different a landscape as possible from the one in which he was raised. I called him up a few days ago after making a shotgun decision that I needed to catch a flight out of Darwin that night so as to avoid the thousand dollar pricetag of a weekend ticket. Without hesitation he said I could stay in his apartment in Fortitude Valley. Legend.


Whats So Wrong With Love and Peace> by Brummbaer

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Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is Rapidly agin'.

Please get out of the new one


Morning Glory (obnoxious beauty)

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Morning Glory (obnoxious beauty)

"the only difference between a flower and a weed is a judgement" Photo montage by Gerhard Hillmann
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