Tlaloc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I11F-CDyiyA He was a brilliant liar who succumbed to his own myth. Brilliant storytelling, with many concepts and ideas "borrowed" from various sources (many eastern) and given different names. I ran around with a group of followers a while back. People who met him and "worked" with him and the witches. I can assure you, they were very very strange.. and very strange things would happen when we would gather. I think that 'conciousness' is the real mystery here... Appreciate his thoughts and interp none-the-less... what a jackal. certainly is a predatory universe Carlitos I hope you found IT

My love I send to you and to all. But not because some phony belief systems tells me to, but because It is what I feel in my heart of hearts. Love to all It is my "Peace', my reluctant acceptance of the way things are that finally enabled me to say this with all my heart: "I love you" No attachments, just ships sailing past. "We live in a Flash of lightening, when it is over- it's dark, forever." Perhaps we should start a new thread Reptyle, Ref1ectlions - on the "Acceptance of what IS" sing me your song and I will dance with you love

I respect your view Ref1ect1ons. Reptyle's original two posts were a finger pointing to the moon. Mistaking the finger for the moon is a common problem among monkey's. That arrow would've hit me 5years ago. It's sailing down town now. Reptyle, masters of the ages prescribed thus: "You must Look without thinking" to clean the Mirror. This is a Path to the "Self". My master calls it the Thought of Non-thought. Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater. The words are a finger pointing to the moon. Whether he is stuck at "finger" or "moon" is his business. Your attacks are valuable, but Only if the recipient is ready to "hear" them. Appreciate your intent though. Simplistic view of the world: Evil vs not. We are attached to nonsense! Put it ALL down. crazy little dogs, chasing their tails. Don't attach to the sound. Jump and See! You already know. wow. "Pointless bullshit"? It's pointless when Monkey is caught on "finger". I appreciate the shove. What special medicine would you prescribe? Those who speak, do not know. Those who know, do not speak.

Manjushri was the Buddha's favourite and most dedicated disciple. One day Manjushri stood outside the Gate where Buddha was. Buddha called to him: "Manjushri, Manjushri! Why are you standing outside the Gate? Why do you not enter?" "I do not see a thing outside the gate" Manjushri replied. "Why would I enter" A wooden chicken is crowing, two mud cows are wrestling on the bottom of the ocean; while a stone girl dances to the flute with no holes. "Only Don't Know" love

Thankyou Reptyle for sharing this marvellous insight! And May I congratulate your ego on describing direct path so cleanly, beautifully - never thought I'd see anything genuine like this here. Suspicion tells me Your head is a dragon, but your tail is a snake...? So I have One question for you: "The Mouse eats cat food, but the cat-bowl is broken... What does this mean???" If you see it, you see it directly. If you Think, you are mistaken

Awesome VS. Some years ago I remember brewing a concoction of Calea, Splendens & Divinorum. Dreams were vivid - feelings were expansive, warm and positive. One thing scared the shit out of me - smoking Brugs Sanguinea flowers. There's a great little poetic short story in Shultes "Plant's of the God's" where a S. American native talks about what happens when he took Brugs Bunny. One thing i noticed increases the dreaming attention is consistent daily practice of meditation. 10 minutes will suffice. Just following the breath ignoring all Thought - Only go straight. Cut it off. Don't worry if you don't do it. The Intention while sitting is enough to wake the Other. Feed it a bit at a time and it will grow. The basic process lends attention or "conscious awareness" to the unconscious state. Every time we do this, we "Wake" a little.. Some years ago i was contemporaneous with a Toltec dreaming group. Some very talented dreamers there. Through implementing various practices we noted there to be a parallel increment in the lucidity of dreams with the consistent practice of (a) meditation. Throwing the light of consciousness on the unconscious. p.s. ... here's a lil trick for dream buffs. Next time you go to sleep, just as you lay down, repeat out loud and hold your intention firm. "I COMMAND MYSELF TO LOOK AT MY HANDS IN MY DREAMS" (repeat*3) let us know how it goes love and (white) light Tl recommended reading: http://www.amazon.com/Tibetan-Yogas-Dream-Sleep/dp/1559391014/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1263470416&sr=1-1 http://www.amazon.com/Art-Dreaming-Carlos-Castaneda/dp/006092554X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1263470370&sr=1-1

http://www.silenecapensis.com/experinces.htm Hey Incog. love to know how the white light experiment went? My dream friend has just started downing 1g powder in water in the morning on an empty stomach. Hopefully it will be effective.. he's reluctant about pursuing the frothing method. Any advice would be welcome. cheers Tl

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http://iboga.tribe.net/thread/7b415d08-7f0a-4b28-8d02-9ec875ae8fd3 Growing Ibo from Seedpod?

Thanks reflex . The more credible info we cumulate, the greater chance we have of keeping Iboga among us and the peoples of this world. Propagation of Tabernanthe iboga is by fresh seed or by cuttings. Germination is slow and irregular, ranging from a few weeks to a few months. Scarification prior to sowing increases the germination rate considerably, although this is rarely done in home gardens. After a few months the seed coat dries out, making it difficult for the seedling to emerge. Seedlings need to be protected from the sun. They can be transplanted to their final location after 2–3 months, when the root has become twice as long as the stem. Cuttings of about 25 cm long and 1 cm in stem diameter root easily in humid soil. These cuttings flower already after 4 months. Tabernanthe iboga can be propagated through tissue culture. http://forums.mycotopia.net/botanicals/7706-iboga-merged.html .What an incredible asset Iboga is. When will this world wake up and see what we are doing.. Namaste tu'

AMEN Torsten!! I've found the "Ignorant-Bogan-Today-Tonight-Football-culture mentality more prevalent in the country. It shocked me not long ago, I was working with a bunch of people and thought I knew them rather well, when for the first time We broached on the subjects of Muslims, "drugs" & Jews. It seems the old ingrained prejudices stand in many places unfortunately. Petty, imaginal grievances I pray we can bring Mr. Iboga into the equation. No greater ignorance than my own... peace to all beings

Torsten, do you recall sometime after the previous Entheogenesis we conversed about an exciting plan you had on an Iboga meet at some stage at some place details to be worked. I am wondering if you are still pursuing this lead and if so, can i be of any possible assistance in bringing the sacred root to our shores. I am more than sure it would generate a snowballing interest for a number of reasons. Please let me know what can be done. Sincerely, Tlaloc

SEEING MY THOUGHTS I have an experience I would like to relate. Some years ago, I couldn't sleep all night. I plunked down in front of the Gas heater on a green Beanbag to keep comfy and warm. I stayed up all night, counting my breath. Suddenly, after some time I had a massive urge to get up and puke. (of all things!) I got to the bath and did the business, the pain was incredible. It was like expelling something almost metaphysical from my body - more in the line of Ayahuasca. I got in the bath with the water on warm and lay down and "let go". Suddenly, everything went black. I COULD SEE MY NEXT THOUGHT Before it Happened I was detached from them in such an alien manner to me. They are not really part of me. Simultaneously I got a corresponding picture of what would happen to me if I chose to accept that thought. That .... Death. The thoughts SLOWED down to a stop. I became aware of the substance and the system of my thoughts. Never had I consciously recalled such an experience. All around me became infinite black, cold oblivion just black nothing. In this state I could see that all points were just One single point. That ANY path, is but a movement like any other. They're all just points of light, indiscriminate, and Endless... endless. !! I was surrounded by the dark, when far far far away on the distant horizon I saw a very faint point of light. I willed the light closer and as it did, I realised what it was, and that I was dieing. All of life was contained in that one beautiful, warm, lovely tiny speck of light. Everything I was, my hopes, fears dreams, the people I loved the places I had been. All in this one point. I was beyond thought my dieing wish was to return to that point of light, to those people and places I loved. To the gardens of the world and of my own beating heart. Great masters of Meditation can stop their thoughts at will. you see them, but they don't see what you see, their perception is wholly something that must be experienced. Lets Try Manjushri's Gate Manjushri was the Buddha's favourite disciple. One day Manjushri was standing outside the gate when Buddha called to him "Marnjushri, why stand outside the Gate? Why not enter?" "I do not see a thing Outside the Gate, why then would I enter." replied Manjushri "If you See it, you See it directly" "If you Think, you are mistaken"

Great Album - Loreena Mckennitt - An Ancient Muse http://www.quinlanroad.com/homepage/index.asp?LangType=1033 ... thanks Loreena, bring the Dream to Life you are dancing the Tune I hope this finds all and sundry the Led Zeppelin Classic Kashmir http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRpJg1StvFw...feature=related Kashmir lyrics Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oo, Baby, I've been flying... oo yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' Oh, oo yeah, I've been flying, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin' Oh, all I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land Trying to find, trying to find where I've been. Oh pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir. Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear Ohh. Oh, oh. When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down... Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there Oh, come on, come on Let me take you there. Let me take you there

For many many years I suffered from a debilitating Mental Depression. About seven years ago, I was in a very "bad place" I wanted to die. I used to go for walks aimlessly into the Bushland around my place. Everynight I would go further and further into the State Forest - but i'd always found my way back home somehow... One night, I left my cosy house and resolved to "go out there and die". I wanted to die. For many years, everyday - It was only the love of my mother that kept me from leaping. I had had enough of the torturous pain inside of me, the darkness, the hopelessness, the empty vessel, the dead man walking. It was a very Cool night, clear. There was not a single cloud in the night sky. I could see all the stars and the constellations. They were beautiful an clear out here in the country. On I kept walking, chanting to myself, willing "I WANT TO DIE" "I WANT TO DIE""I WANT TO DIE" I walked and walked for hours maybe 5 hours went past. I was thoroughly lost, but I didn't care. I was not a drug taker, and usually shied away from the stuff. I touched a little MJ every now and then, but my deep sordid depression was far more manageable clean. This night was no exception, I couldn't afford drugs then, even if I wanted to. I was a poor lost, lowly, lonely student. The stars were so beautiful, all was quiet around me in the Dark bush. The Ironbarks were a dark Barked tree. Extremely tough Natives. I liked them. I was lost, but inside, I was lost a long time prior. Some time passed and I came out to a dirt road that led onto a gravel track, All I wanted was to leave my pain, my Internal misery. I trodded on, my head down - watching my feet, occasionally glancing up. Time passed slowly and quietly on that lonely road. Suddenly, behind me, perhaps Thirty metres to the rear right hand-side and across the other side of the road came a loud THUD. It was somehow like if you would strike the underside of an empty 44Gallon Drum. A deep "WHOMP" very loud, and unmistakeable. I kept on walking 15paces, a bit more awake now and then WHOMP. I froze, still on the spot. What the hell could be making such a noise? I am in the middle of nowhere, no-one could be following me. I would've heard them ages ago. All was still. I felt a tremendous shiver and "I knew" WHOMP I started to run, I turned back over my right shoulder and a black shape, blacker than the darkest shade of dark, an enormous dark squarish shaped object ten feet high perhaps flew across from the other side of the road with such an incredible tremendous silent force. It tapped me on the back of my neck (the nape) It was an Icy Cold touch. My whole body contracted in the most powerfull & violent stance. Every single muscle in my body contracted violently as I screamed "NO!" The dark shape had moved with the force of a Jet plane, it would've crushed me into oblivion. It came so close that on that still windless dark night, the hair on the back of my head tossed feverently about as it flew passed and tapped the nape of my neck with its Icy cold touch. 3 Strikes and your out, i thought. Everything went unimaginably quiet around me. There were no sounds of the bush, no wildlife, crickets etc.. then, to the left of me 15 feet away stood silently this large dark door shaped blackness. I cannot describe what I was going through at this time. I broke down. And realised - " I don't want to die" "I don't to die" " I want to live" I silently pleaded with that powerful dark blackness. I want to go home. I was terrified beyond belief! I took one step, it moved along side at the same pace. I took another, It silently moved. I saw the same hideous terrifying vision with my eyes closed facing away, or with them open. This dark, ineffable thing moved silently beside me, all the way back into the outskirts of town. I spoke no words. It somehow seemed to be "underneath" all things. And I knew, that if I stepped to the left and followed him, I was an absolute goner. That blackness would stretch for eternity. Some hours later, in an altered and somewhat detached state, I returned to the streets around my home. As soon as the lights of the Streets came into view, my "friend" vanished. I wanted to Run. To cry. Scream! But I knew that was not what it was about; and the proper thing to do was to remain detached. I came home, and this strange bizarre consciousness/feeling came over me. I could describe it by saying that: never would I be "safe" and asleep in my own moorings. Never would I be afraid or lost. And never would I be HERE, That I would always be out there, walking that line with the silent shadow to my left. Waiting. I had "died" out there on that lost road. Six months later, already the event lost it's grip over me. I was sleeping in the front bedroom of my house closest to the road. It was a Thursday night. I had Uni the next day. 2.33am in the morning I suddenly awoke. There was a big black dog in my street, and never in all my years had I heard such an animal go absolutely wild - ballistic! He was raging. He was hysterical! I live in a quiet peaceful country street. He woke the entire Street. I was half way through formulating the question in my mind: "What was making him so crazy" when right under my front window where I slept, I heard the same Three loud WHOMP WHOMP WHOMPs My hair stood up, I was terrified "I don't want to die, please please I don't want to die. Please Please". The dog was at this stage raving like a mad lunatic I'd never heard him like that. He was a friendly fellow. But he could sense, what others could not. I had fitful dreams about my grandfather and woke feeling that I had to be with him. I cancelled Uni and drove the Hour and a Half to the Home. The next night, he died. "Three strikes and your out."