Trippy Wisdom
Every time I’ve sat in ceremony with plant medicine teachers, whether psychedelic or otherwise, the wisdom I’ve received is “Hey, human - remember you’re also this and something way, way, way more vast, mysterious and magnificent. Play around in this-here dimension of consciousness by all means, but please, by goddess, don’t forget what you are and get stuck here!”
And I know from reliable experience the folly of ignoring the transmissions of sacred plant medicine teachers, much like ignoring the transmissions of my sacred intuition in favour of so-called empirical data.
(Hint: empiricism arising from empire = centralized eye of sauron monopoly of power, freedom + choice = non merci).
And then back in the “real” world, I’ve allowed the fractal-flowering of this to take place within, resulting in some wild, deep + expansive adventures. Essentially this is also the lens through which I’m guided to approach the exhilarating tango of inner/outer decolonization: awakening from the force-fed fiction/divine play of forgetting. And then playing wide awake here on this beautiful mama Earth planetary paradise, experiencing all beings as sentient and having a merry old laugh around the cosmic bonfire about that time we spent believing that we were separate from Divinity and less than and oh so wretched and doomed.
It dawned on me after a recent, ever-meaningful conversation with my dear friend and mythologist extraordinaire, Dr. Catherine Svehla, about the work of post-psychedelic journey integration, that this is essentially what the flavor of “my” medicine is.
Except you don’t have to ingest actual plant medicines (unless you want to) in order to receive the gifts of integration when you enter my field. I realized that I’ve spent the past 10+ years practicing the art of getting out of my own way so that these vegetative teachers can get on with speaking through me.
And then I came across this quote by the Platonic philosopher, Synesius of Cyrene, who said: “Myths are things that never happened but always are.”
Bravo, Synesius of Cyrene, I couldn’t have put it better myself.
Because when you journey into the realms of myth, you come into contact with the eternal within, much like ceremonially journeying with plant teachers. And you realize that everything is one giant prismatic, orgasmic copulation of the macrocosm + the microcosm resulting in the miraculous youness of you.