Following are my intentions, questions and subsequent comments for my brief Ketamine journey on 19 Oct 22:
- Seeking a greater understanding…
- Clarifying my emotional beingness that is cyclical/psychical…a bicycle with 4 wheels?
- Seeking greater acceptance…of what is and who I am and who/you/he/she/they/we are…tribespeople, shepherds…shepherding each other…
- Release of negative head traps…breaking open the head…fort, fortress, fortification, fortify health. Human kind has had to guard itself from the very beginning with fortresses…
- Is it safe yet?
- Are we on the verge…purging, verging, emerging…or at/beyond/over the edge? Yes!
Lying comfortably on my bed,
Hypnotic music playing
Scarf over eyes,
The ‘midwife’ sits quietly as witness/guide
Taking notes as I begin the journey…
In a meadow—
The proverbial field of knowing—
between two great mountains
I am light and free
connected to Earth, sky, sun, birds, insects…
wind and water
Streaming and dreaming
Taking long strides
Being welcomed by the elementals and ancestral spirits
as rose petals rain down on my path
What is our personal myth?
What am I? Why am I? Why now? Why here?
I am sitting on an egg
A chicken in a hatchery
Little beings being hatched
Who is helping whom?
I feel like the Nature Spirits are trying to help the humans—
a species I feel great sadness towards,
as we keep interfering in the natural order of things…
What is this to be human?
How do I help
and not fall into the abyss,
the place of critical mass
I can more clearly see the mythological polarity
between the dark and light forces—
Seeing a black and a white dragon
each equally powerful in their mating dance
as they face off!
Sparring without inflicting pain
Why in the world…
In our world…
does there have to be winning and losing?
That might be my proverbial question to the universe.
There are so many rivalries,
Still so much that humans keep warring against!
Can we crack the egg beyond all that in my lifetime…
Let the light in…or out?
We’re all here now as witnesses to observe,
to feel, to heal…
What are we hatching?
I love the paradox of polarities,
Plight and flight
What and why do we need to know?
The Akasha is the place for questions,
Limited by our forms,
we are being in-formed
How are we being informed through form?
What powerful creatures we are
as we misuse and abuse power
and receive erroneous messages…
How are we humble servants…and to what?
Are we supposed to serve something or somebody?
Having an aversion to serving…
the church, party, government, king, poverty…
I’ll choose earth and its flora and fauna.
What might that mean?
The new Saturnian…
Serving sensibly without strict containers
Mexican culture is freer
How do we navigate this culture
What is cult-ure?
What is the new culture,
Where are we headed…
Lemmings off the cliff?
Rats jumping ship?
Being raptured to outer space?
What needs healing
during a time of collapse?
It’s all being revealed…
and then what?
Where is consciousness leading us?
What IS consciousness?
Being in the Akashic Field
doing Field work…
Back to the meadow…
All space and spaciousness…
Feeling like I am the sails of a Viking or pirate ship…
the attachment of the sail that navigates the ship
and yet there is free movement…
Like a kite…
I had a recent dream
Where I was picking up trash in a big white bag
When I was suddenly lifted up into the sky
Like Mary Poppins,
exhilarated by the lightness of being and iridescent view below
What is it we carry with us?
These little pouches and purses,
securing our essentials…
and so much credentials…
to identify who we are, what we have and where we’re supposed to be…
or not be…
Maybe we will soon be chipped and we can relinquish our baggage
So that our pouches can become medicine bags again.
How do you identify…
through thoughts, ideas, language?
Who and what do you identify with and why?
What is this brain/mind conundrum,
Did we come from Advanced Beings?
Are we hybrids…
Earthlings and space beings…
spiritualizing physicality or physicalizing spirituality?
What are we manifesting?
Who am I manifesting?
What is manifesting?
I feel a strong sensation in my solar plexus—
A major power center—
An atomic zone,
That soft underbelly
Ah, the human form
And all its contents
How does everything stay inside
And yet we’re so permeable to the outside?
How permeable do we need to be
as the boundaries are being eclipsed?
Moving into eclipse season
What’s being eclipsed?
There’s that ship again!
Mystery, mystic, magical
I love wizardry and crazy wisdom
They’re all here, all allies, allied
Being in the heart cave
The art cave
Cave of art and heart
This is so wondrous
And how sad that humans have had
To curtail feeling ecstasy
Thankfully there is dance for me
Being like the wind
Moving into Scorpio, Halloween, Day of the Dead,
Persephone’s world, Hades…
What if death is just another channel
A black worm hole
into another universe
How many universes?
And why did Andromeda Galaxy show up
recently in another dream?
The Galactic Federation!?
What is imagined?
How can we live comfortably in these worlds?
Navigating them in form,
The power of words,
The root, radix, radical…
Thank you, oh wise midwife,
As we enter the birthing cave
What are we birthing?
Eons and eons of midwives
Helping women birth,
Helping them come into their own…
maybe sometime soon
Big theme, now, sister!
These little hatchlings birthing ourselves,
Bringing ourselves together
We’re not separate
Checking in with my ancestors—
Thank you, lovelies,
Eric & Mary Lou…
I know it wasn’t easy for you
having a little changeling at midlife—
A gift and what a surprise for all of us!?
Linda Joy Stone
From Eric E. Stone
Previously Erik Edwin Stenberg,
a Swedish Viking
and I have those genes!
And mama Marylou Whitlock,
From the Mayflower side,
British, German, American Midwest
Coming together in the making of other…
I am the lens
Photographer—my father, brother, me—
Seeing the world through the eyes’ lens,
Now birthing something new through abstract painting
Looking through the I of the lens
I feel like a beat poet…
Riding the wave
Do I pass a test?
Am I being tested?
Going through life being tested!
When did the tests start?
What was the first test?
Have I graduated yet?
No, still here!
What’s the new mythology?
What are we mything?
I feel like I’ve been turned inside out…
Kind of cool…
Especially having an eye covering
Wow, we spent two years wearing masks
During the pandemic of fear
What was that?
Covering our mouths/noses
So as not to breathe or speak?
Not to infect!
Can we infect with our words?
It appears so!
Then there’s a long history of head coverings for women
There should be a time for covering
and then removing
Somewhere someone forgot…
What are we supposed to see
Or not see…Nazi!?
Parents and teachers tried to prevent us from seeing,
Or hearing or feeling
That only created bigger fears
What can’t I see or feel
when I see and feel so much?
Who judges what I can see or not see…Nazi?
What I can know or not know?
What is the cough, the coughing?
Where is it coming from?
I feel kind of fragile
Going from strength to fragility
Like being a brittle leaf
That comes with the fall and aging
How not to become too brittle
And how do we avoid that?
Feeling into my bones,
the structural matrix,
porous yet strong structure
I love bones
and have some animal ones on the porch
with the Buddha statue
We are structured by bones, that eventually become ash…
Hollow Yang organs
Full Yin organs
So soft…while we’re still using them
Softness, fascia, flesh…
Inside our bodies
That we use until they dry out…
And we blow away.
Coming full circle
Back to the meadow,
How many burnings?
And then there are the felines…
Not from here…
Advanced beings to help humans
Or to amuse us or themselves?
So rich and powerful…
All of it…
None of it!
A kitty cat drum…
I told Alex I wanted to die with cats on me…
Now I understand!
And I want to die laughing!
Let’s Die Laughing…
Helping people out…
The job of the future!
Let’s fucking live laughing…
Because it’s all insane and amazing,
So, what did you learn today, Linda?
That everything is everything!
I feel like I’m coming down
and heading for the landing strip…
Like from a glider plane,
Making a soft landing.
I’m afraid to leave the cockpit
Wearing a shroud/scarf…archetypal…covering my eyes
Strong image of “being covered up”…
There’s reverence to the shroud
Emerging from being hidden for awhile,
Hiding can be so important,
especially as a Scorpio
As a child creating tents,
sitting in boxes,
creating places of safety…
And imagination in that little world…
But coming out of it…
How did you come out of that safe, imaginal space, my child?
Learning to shift spaces…
Through flexibility, resiliency, fluidity…
to shapeshift from one space to another
Transitioning has never been easy for me
Going from point A to point B…or C…and wanting to return to A…
I feel like a bed of coral under water…
Stroking Corky’s belly is the ultimate comfort and safety…
Can I take that safety and comfort in?
It’s like being a child with a stuffed animal,
To protect one from the scary “big people”…
Avoid the big people!