February 12, 2008 by zedelef

I went to a party last night where we all dressed up in white robes and took Ayuhaska so we could meet our spirit guides and chit-chat with them about things and wot not. There was a washing ceremony for the men by the women and then vise-versa. No funny business though. It was all very reverent. I did almost get a semi at once point. But then I focused on my third eye and it went away. And thank God. Not because they think you’re a pervert or anything but because they just know you’re not ready for ceremony work if you cant at least control your blood flow. But it was fine. There was a priestess there too, guiding the gig. She looked like she knew exactly what she was doing, like she’d been taking acid forever. She had that drawl when she spoke. Like everything was still happening in slow motion. But she was more than just an old junkie. She had skills. She was like a meet and greet coordinator between you and the spirit world. Like the instructors at the Club Med Olympics. She knew how to take you out far and then push you further where even she couldn’t follow, where you had to go it alone. Afterwards I spoke to this one girl who met her totem animal. Apparently it was a lemming. She looked like a lemming too. And that’s exactly what I find in these circles. That they’re the same as any other community anywhere else in the world. With your light weights, your posers, your authentics and your pretenders. The saddest ones of course being the pretenders. Because everyone can see through a pretender. They even know they’re doing it most of the time, deep down. But even when them glimpse themselves for that brief moment they still can’t knock it. Because they think they’ve invested so much into it that they just can’t turn back.