A friend had the following dream which he wrote down for your delectation:

Beautiful starry night. Tall aspens surround us like the psychic shields that they are, and there are good omens and a beautiful river next to us . Birds flying past in the starlight. Palo Santo happily smoking away, anointing us with its holy fragrance...

Must focus now. The acacia is driving pinball machines in this here young lady's head. She is ALL OVER THE PLACE. Her sounds are like a retard's, messy, just a repetitive loop of infantile laughing and moaning and mumbling vowels , a discordant and ultimately derailing delirium-like outpour . She is blissfully and grossly insane. She is rolling around on the ground, almost bouncing, turned into rubber. It keeps going. It will not pass easily. It's quite funny as well. Very funny, in fact. I know the stuff quite well, and really can't be bothered with it anymore, all this incoherent lunatic chaos that takes over sometimes.
It is funny though. "Someone is having a good time!" I comment and we all laugh .

BEEEWWWAAAAAAARRGH! she keeps repeating. It's interesting how the human voice is so effective and affective on plant medicines. It really modulates and sets the tone for what is going on... in this case , it's a mess.

I need a break from this. I go off to a spot i know of a bit further upstream , and enjoy the peace of the forest and the sound of the water for a while. This time the cactus isn't so visionary , but it feels right. After a bit of laughing and centering i decide to get back to my post and check out the situation .

The situation remains unchanged. The queen of chaos still rules, in the same repetitive pattern, hectically repeating the same hand gestures and sounds and rolling around. The joke is wearing thin now. It is impossible to focus with this cacophony going on. She is short-circuiting .
I'm glad you're back , says S, the only other person present.
I'm glad you're here , i reply and we laugh a bit more .

I sing for a while, i get into some beautiful sounds, in a failed attempt to harmonise the vibes here.
Trying is failing, i know, but it sounds good anyway and it energizes me and hopefully the others.
She is still all over the place. Lets play with this for a while. We play like babies , and it's funny. For a while .
No change , a stuck needle on a record. She is rolling around, her head dangerously close to a large rock .
Give me some solid vibrations, woman. Give me some coherence !
Nah, nothing is solid, just a runny mix of gooey stuff .
"Oh Krishna!" she mumbles at me. She's been to India. And more of the same, repeating the same mudras and moaning and rolling around .

Do you think you could formalize what is going on for us? We're missing out here!
Beeewwwaaaahhh!
Obviously a lot going on.

Somehow a mission emerges. I must take her to the water .There's a little pool less than 50m away , a good power spot at which i sat earlier. I must take this woman there. Not only will this mission hopefully get her together, it will also give S a break from the chaos .
Laughing my head off, i try to get her to stand up, as she is rolling and whirling around repeating the same beeewwwaaaahhh sounds.

I used to believe in letting it all happen, but not anymore. That's a bit weak. Sometimes you have to intervene. Sometimes you got to hold the beast down. Sometimes you got to be downright VISCERAL about it. In the gentlest possibly way .
When something comes in , you have to interact with it, until it's played itself out. Disharmony cannot be left to take over for too long , and that's how it is. Or at least that's what i say! On the other hand, the use of force must be handled extremely delicately and playfully.

Come on, listen to me. I need you to listen to me, please. It's me. Listen. YOU ARE NOT THERE YET. YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT TO THE WATER. I will take you to a special place where you can really break through! I smile honestly (a little white lie never hurt, and, who knows , it could be truth) You are not there yet. Come with me, you can trust me , hee hee . She trusts me, thankfully. I don't know what i'm doing from a rational perspective, the only crazy plan is to get her to the water and that feels right. I shall baptize her . There is something of a sacred theater about this.

Come on, you can do it, one step at a time, one foot in front of the other- NO! don't collapse again, please, don't resist , please, OH SHIT! you banged your head against the tree, are you ok!? - yes, ok . Good.
Beeewwwaaaahhh!
I'm laughing all the time. Now listen, what's all this beeewwwaaaahhh? don't give me this DMT gargoyle bullshit , give me something coherent and resonant, show me some POWER, woman!
Beeewwwaaaahhh!

OK, let's go, let me hold you up and lets walk - it's just there , NO, please don't collapse again! Keep going , you're doing great! OK now watch out for all these rocks, the water's just there, OK? can you see anything around you? i'm taking you to a dangerous place so please watch it , OK?
OK. Beeewwwaaaahhh! She looks and sounds utterly freaky in the dark, like a delirious witch at full moon, only there's no moon . She wears a pentacle as well.
Oh boy , AM I GLAD i am doing papa San Pedro and NOT mama ayahuasca tonight! AM I SO GLAD.
OK, here we are , let's sit down here .
I sprinkle crystal clear snow-melt water over her head and the bump she has developed from the collision with the tree. She loves it. She loves everything right now, most likely .

Hold yourself, baby
Hold yourself, baby
Hold yourself, baby
You're growing up, baby
You're becoming a woman, baby
Hold yourself, baby...

beeewwwaaaahhh !

The things that go on in the woods under cover of darkness!

"I felt we are gods and we create everything"
"And so it is"

Oh boy, have we got bodies.
We got Bodies walking in line Bodies rolling on the floor Bodies off their heads Bodies dancing Bodies moving Bodies falling Bodies getting up Bodies getting down Bodies working Bodies - We Got Bodies
Bodies touching Bodies fucking Bodies feeling Bodies growing Bodies bleeding Bodies dying Bodies giving birth to Bodies being born Bodies eating Bodies drinking Bodies shitting Bodies pissing Bodies vomiting Bodies running Bodies sleeping Bodies healing WE GOT BODIES
Bodies full of music Bodies full of life Bodies full of love Bodies and more Bodies
A veritable sea of writhing, sweating Bodies full of drugs Bodies full of shrapnel Bodies full of food Bodies full of bullets Bodies full of alcohol Bodies full of lust Bodies full of terror Bodies full of sin Bodies full of energy Bodies full of beauty Bodies new Bodies old Bodies rotten Bodies fresh Bodies oh boy HAVE WE GOT BODIES!

 

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