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Sato🇦🇷🍄⚽🙏🐉

Yeah!
Not three chimneys. The center one is the exhaust chimney but the other ones are conducing heat to the bedrooms.
"Salamandra a Leña Qutral patagónica P15000"

2024-06-14 19:04:55

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You made me google it. Nice one

2024-06-13 04:02:22

And another key element in asking for a retribution is myself.
I invest time, energy and knowledge in it.
And I have to be away from my family for the night. And leave other obligations for the day.
The fact that some of that reciprocity is energy coming to me also tunes me into the value for value frequency in which I will go and deposit there something I am and I truly value. Which is my service to the people.
I organize and work. I prepare myself. I gather the things and I talk to the people. They fundamentally trust me. I built that trust in that value for value direction.
I guide them and advise them based on my experiences and knowledge. And I guard them while they are vulnerable in their journeys. I guard the fire and the smokes and the altar. And I make sure they have the most safe and significant experience.
If I don't receive something in exchange for that I deplete myself and my family and I don't give value to those actions and knowledge myself. So I don't value myself, so I don't have appreciation for what I do. So in a negative loop I deliver a poor thing. I deliver that energy.

2024-06-13 03:43:30

Does that sound cheap?
25Usd$ for a ceremony?
We wanted it to be accessible for people and considering this medicine is sacred we wanted to set a fair reciprocal mutual value for value price.

2024-06-13 03:32:30

The mushrooms ceremony is set and the invitations are set.
Every detail was in consideration and we came to some sets and settings.
The invitation works like a contract. So words must be precise.
That leaves no room for mischievous and lost ones. And sets the tone and key in which we as a medicinal orchestra of people must play.
Because we must unite in a general purpose of spending the night paying attention to the mushroom spirit

2024-06-10 00:53:57

Helloooo
Preparation for the ceremony updates.
Place and date is set.
Invitation is written already.
I have to fix a retribution price for it. That will include the price for gram of mushrooms and a bit more to cover some other expenses like firewood and general organization.
Some people is interested in participating.
There are 3 confirmed.
Even though the invitation has not been released yet.

2024-06-06 19:39:52

I've become a bit castanedian lately https://image.nostr.build/3c8248172bf843237dbb1f925ec5893fa81e76d4d596762b77b7bb3473da3387.jpg

2024-06-06 06:01:56

Enough for tonight. I must sleep.
Always good to write here on Nostr.
It's a peace space. In which I feel free and safe to write whatever I want.
And I appreciate that a lot.
You are always in my heart.
Blessings and love!

2024-06-06 05:36:50

And after those visions, which sometimes are painful and you feel like going through a birth canal. Painful and grose and liberating.
After all that, which seems eternal because you sense yourself being trapped in that state, you can meet the other side by realising the cures and the aftermaths. You can get out of the birth canal realising you have to be born anew.
And aspiring to something better and even more conscious. To create more beautifully
The next step is to celebrate and laugh. Because it's all a big big cosmic joke. And because that felt like dying and you are alive. And your life is beautiful and chosen. And you wouldn't trade it for anything. And you laugh and celebrate because you realise all your troubles and crossroads can be danced away by being exactly who you want to be.
And you choose to.
And you deserve to.
And you love to.
And you intend so.
And present/future becomes brighter.
And past lighter.
And you want to share love with others and laugh and rejoice.
And luck is on your side

2024-06-06 05:26:36

And it usually plays out as the most artistic event you are co-creating with the all permeating matrix of all there is.
It's you dialoguing with it in an intricate symbolic frequency way.
And it is a genius out of the bottle experience.
It shares a sense of urge, because you called it to do something, so having clear "what for" (aka your purpose and intention) is key. So you feel it saying "c'mon ask"
Because otherwise you will be lost in a circus of lights and patterns and fractals. So you better have a map and a thread to pull.
Anyway, after the genius spirit is gone, dreamlike vivid visions come.
And they speak about your life, and your path, and your errors, and your actions, and your relationships.
So you better pay attention, because those visions speak about what you did and what you have to do. And what you could be. You foresee, and you gain access to lost knowledge. You might confirm suspicions and access the memories of your ancestors.
Do not think the journey ended when the genius, the great spirit is gone. The great spirit comes for about an hour to your realm.

2024-06-06 05:15:44

Then in the next hours, with the aid of the blindfold, darkness and silence, DMT is produced endogenous in the brain.
So the mixture of natural endogenous DMT which occurs at that specific hour of our circadian rythm (00:00 to 4:00am) creates the most powerful and magical window of opportunity for our mind body spirit complex to connect to a source of divine information.
Revelations, insights, clarity, answers, healings, improvements, every combination of what you were looking for plus what you needed is met.

2024-06-06 05:09:57

The ceremony will start at the 00:00 hour of the 24th of June.
The eating of the mushrooms is done in a sacred way in which we pray and speak to them from our hearts as we slowly chew them and declare our intentions towards the introspective night.
A light music will be performed with guitars while folks lay down and blindfold themselves.
When the effects are notorious in the next hour the music stops.
So its purpose is to conduct our brains to a dopaminergic state while we fall into the visionary and astral fields of all there is.
Then silence helps the internal music to play out as a way to dialogue in frequencies with the divine

2024-06-06 04:52:52

I love the smell of serendipity in the morning

2024-06-06 04:51:48

Some ideas I'm receiving:
It has to be artsy. Invites has to be handwritten and colourful.
Symbols must be pointed.
I was offered a nice beautiful house made of earth and with an octagon shape to do the ceremony. That's art and symbolic in itself.
So the people and God is responding and facilitating this.

2024-06-06 04:41:34

I've been called to create a southern new year's ceremony.
It's going to happen the night of the 23rd of June.
That's our new year. When the sun starts moving towards longer days.

2024-06-06 04:32:31

I could be tuning pianos on the way. And perhaps carving some pretty wooden spoons.
https://image.nostr.build/f6cdc0f04f4809cc68f4d2e806768783ef192226fe1835016c073c3c4b0845f5.jpg

2024-06-06 04:30:45

I'm feeling the urge to sell things and travel through the Americas with my family.
I would love to reach North America .
I think I would just sell my car and get a more comfortable one so we can start.

2024-06-02 14:42:22

Morniengs all around the worlds https://image.nostr.build/53e08342068c398e6f7dcb161a8293af1ddba69ee325c31e6058359da09cf51d.jpg

2024-05-28 13:59:23

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Uuuf que bieeeeeeeeeen

2024-05-23 15:59:51

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Full moon nights.
You harvest!

2024-05-23 15:59:01

Morning amigos
Alex Grey always amazes me with his paintings.
I was in a mushroom ceremony last week and I saw something very much like this over a person there.
The very thing itself tried to convince me that it was the nature of that person and there was nothing but that rot there. Like telling me "all you see here is all and there is nothing more"
And I said to it:
Go away! There is a beautiful being there ! And I saw an astral crystal light sword cutting through the monster and its layers of mucus and filth. Until it vanished.
https://image.nostr.build/e87073801e9e88f43d87f6ba2445f315d64b521dc80b015765b22cae6bfcde32.jpg

2024-05-18 17:36:59

https://image.nostr.build/cbef7b4ad85230612c11c241fcef0c2293217aeae4767f5041c26b75c300c840.jpg

2024-05-15 13:05:01

Good morning beautiful folk.
I don't post much but when I do, I do post.
Autumn is cold here. Stoves are on. And days are shorter and shorter.
Yet the spirit keeps showing me the things to be grateful for

2024-04-26 21:58:02

I read you
Now waiting for invitations https://video.nostr.build/ef2163d285b61ce7c28b751b0edcdf546a661d5d7b0b3bed78a1734a4e26e8a1.mp4

2024-04-25 18:09:32

This track is the one I like the most
I've been publishing in Wavlake
https://wavlake.com/track/bb70732e-d193-4ad0-8481-e7619dab47a8

2024-04-24 20:40:01

I've been investigating about uploading music in this beautiful ecosystem.
I managed to upload some old tracks I created almost a decade ago with cheap mic, toy piano and cardboard guitar. Enjoy if possible
https://wavlake.com/album/f804ba2d-881d-4102-83f3-c490137b28ff

2024-04-23 00:30:51

I'm thinking about getting into the Bitcoin music podcast rabbithole.
I was listening to fountain music today and I thought of it marvelously!

2024-04-22 00:26:25

Mornings and nights bitcoiners psychos
How is it going?
Whats the halving bringing?
I couldn't send some sats through LN with Muun wallet juat now.
What's going on.
Explain like you would to a 5 year old

2024-04-20 04:02:44

Feliz mitadeo!!!

2024-04-20 04:02:33

Happy halving!
Feliz halving!

2024-04-07 14:43:50

What's on your mind? https://image.nostr.build/cf040801c3871f9e706164c04c17dccc164e57d365ff2f8d4efbd095a53ca38c.jpg

2024-04-02 20:18:58

Zap for exclusive content. Subscribe to my OnlyZaps account and you can see me playing piano naked as midgets solve complicated equations in a too high for them chalkboard.

2024-03-30 19:19:43

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Por qué se me puso la piel de gallina cuando la canto en inglés no se jajaja

2024-03-29 14:22:47

https://image.nostr.build/f14a942be6e5e6699a7a650a1ec1528b5e51788a742c7f1b0dc6da7c1fefebf7.jpg

2024-03-28 15:44:38

I'm thinking in making ceramic smoking pipes. Chess pieces. And incense burners. https://image.nostr.build/10fc2459135d7354146b04b606112c178013d494bef3470acbf81762c0d83d94.jpg

2024-03-26 00:33:50

This is a real Abrazo de Gol. A goal hug https://image.nostr.build/e4ffe7ac1f436e16c3e24f2fa605d777ae86710dea117b7b9242d0a1592d275e.jpg

2024-03-25 12:49:46

Good morning pura vida.
This will be an incense burner for chamanic purposes https://image.nostr.build/dd80368f9f7cda7ff8e606211c149ddd1b984a512c56a62968bfe080291f144a.jpg

2024-03-25 04:16:14

Keep the zaps. You are my DCA, you are my dematerialized sunshine https://video.nostr.build/c1474ec7fd3d71e57be14a03f1c602863653da386160e99489a5567c83e9fabb.mp4

2024-03-24 02:38:43

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It's never too late.
And it's earlier now than ever will be

2024-03-24 02:04:16

https://video.nostr.build/2c6d9a4f0d25d2368824898beeb6dd4bcff11d8e4ae698ca99548fa1a8114c6d.mp4

2024-03-24 02:03:33

I've been modeling a bit .
It's a little south american Buddha... https://image.nostr.build/a1a6a99a6cee39e221e0161d9d48e295f82ba1ec040a19a1bc756926a79ad164.jpg

2024-03-24 01:59:08

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https://drive.google.com/file/d/1oXQ5Ec-AAoZ6ba32n7rni2UMb_gnWnTa/view?usp=drivesdk

2024-03-24 01:49:22

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Holaa ahí mismo lo subo a un drive y comparto!
Gracias

2024-03-22 12:59:46

Zap for firewood
https://image.nostr.build/044d0e91c732aaaf476aae9f7fa2cf58a98118766cb41ed99a2a5e8c7b28174c.jpg

2024-03-12 21:59:03

I found my father's watch in a drawer.
He used it for ages. It's automatic Seiko 5. It doesn't need battery or anything. It just works with your own movement through a tuning fork or something inside.
I just waved it a bit and it started moving. Provably fifteen years since its been used for the last time.
It's so gold standard...
https://image.nostr.build/30003e8356cd07688b4143aec421821717d1a778001bfb2e4fc9021a71394fde.jpg

2024-03-11 14:42:59

Chapter 1
Huachuma the way to heaven
I was born by circumstances that you may later understand in a house where God was almost a bad word. Where Christ was fiction and religion was the opium of the people. My father, having gone through a Catholic school as a child, having been whipped by teachers and priests, having been tried to indoctrinate, generated a strong rejection of religious institutions. His adolescence and youth was steeped in Buddhism, Lanza del Basto’s Pacifism, Zen, Taoism and Shinto animism. At the same time, his mind and his work kept a great fascination for science, the scientific method, matter.
His profession was that of a sculptor. Touching, seeing, feeling, molding nature was his daily work. Although he always spoke of animism as his greatest conviction, as a father he imposed laws on me and my older brother. Things had to be tested and proven by the scientific method. Hypotheses and theories could only be true if they were supported, if experience confirmed, if they were part of the collective consciousness and if the most studious and respected scientists confirmed them.
As a father he framed us in this way, he took care to keep us away from religious dogmas by imposing another type of dogma. When one spoke of God and spiritual things, he tried to say that there was no God. That one could not prove his existence. He said he was an atheist. When Jehovah's Witnesses came to our house to bring the word, he would come out saying "in this house we are secular communists, so please, I thank you but go somewhere else!".
He was something of a communist, but he called himself a socialist. A secularist for sure.
My mother also shared some of that, she dared to say little or nothing. My dad's logic was irrefutable. And my mother was always right, an extraordinarily intelligent and articulate woman. (See later Logic and Sense).
All this generated something in me. On my maternal side, my grandmother was Roman Catholic. Of the pope and the Christian church. Her children had attended religious schools.
So I wondered: What is it to pray? does it work? I try it. It doesn't work. Whatever.
But I prayed again, what do I know?
I don't disown my home and my upbringing. I don't resent my father's laws. It was perfect. I loved to be like that and I loved to change. I discovered God and Christ, I discovered Mother Earth and spirit. I am grateful that my home was this neutral or polarized to another side. It was my soul that needed it to take on the divine search and encounter. I needed it to study and prove to myself that magic exists.
I always had a rebellious spirit, I always wanted to be remembered. I always wanted stories of my courage and daring to be told. As a child and teenager I wanted to be told of my follies, of my mistakes. Remembered for bad and for good. Somehow my clan did the same. I was the crazy one, different, the younger brother, the creative one. I had chosen that place and my family also gave it to me. The stability of my older brother, Francisco, his sense of responsibility and prudence gave me the fertile ground to be the other one.
So when I was a teenager I created a reputation for myself as crazy, daring, rebellious without a cause, unpredictable, creative for the screw-up. This led me to be a pioneer of substance testing. I drank alcohol at 11 or 12, went out to night clubs at 14, smoked marijuana for the first time at 14. I also tried cocaine at 17 and lysergic acid among other things.
Rebelliousness and substances went hand in hand. Also the same rebelliousness made me stay away from the discos and seek out the streets. We teamed up with school friends who heckled at the back of the class. We explored drugs and alcohol together. We walked the endless streets. We vandalized, we ran. We played with gasoline. We would go into dark neighborhoods.
We also bonded over football and its little matches. We had a team that played and played every weekend. At the same time I was competing in the youth team of the local club.
In my beliefs I named myself an atheist. "I am an Atheist" "God does not exist" and I thought that made my father proud.
In this innocent/not so innocent exploration also on its positive side we turned to nature. We philosophized in the middle of the desert for hours watching the stars. We would take acid walking under the moon in the river. We laughed out loud. We listened to classical music inside a hermetically sealed car filled with pot smoke. Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Charly García, Spinetta, Ravel, Beethoven. We shared poetry, cinema and humor. We played guitars. We swam in the river. Hedonism and nihilism mixed with deep reflections touches of spiritual experiences and always present "EL FUAAA!"
I tied my sanity and decency with football and my girlfriend.
At the age of 15 we fell in love with Antonella. We were schoolmates. To this day, 17 years later we are still together and have two children. Antonella my grounding cable. Libra, my balance and equilibrium.
After returning from my university failure in Buenos Aires, we became parents with Anto. Young, with no job and no trade, Sofia came. We lived in a small house on a farm in Stefenelli. A year later we moved to another little house, close to where our parents lived.
One day Anto and Sofi, who was 1 year old at the time, went on vacation with my in-laws to Brazil. I think it was two weeks. I didn't want to go, my pride was hurt because I couldn't pay for the trip and I was an adult invited to live an experience I didn't deserve. I had a closed grace and I could not accept the failure of not having a job and not wanting to be a slave.
In that synchronicity coincided that a couple of shamans were coming to town to offer a Huachuma ceremony. The San Pedro cactus. I had heard of ceremonies and master plants, at one time or another I'd trod through Hoffman's and McKenna's books. My acid trips had made me touch strange dimensions of which I saw a potential of self to "realize" things. To ask questions from which there is no return. Plus two of my friends had already been in Huachuma ceremony with the same shamans.
But the real reason I went to that ceremony was that all five of my friends in my group were going to be there. We were all going. That gave me a security and a sense of power. Another drug with the lads! Another night. And I thought it was naughty and naughty to do it while my family was away. For one night I could abandon decency and the role of father. To return to adolescence and meet with the boys.
I remember the nerves when we went. We knew we were doing something illegal. We met at a traffic circle on Route 22 and there we would find the traveling shamans. When I saw them arrive, the image and first impression of them confirmed the staging of my rebelliousness to the ceremony. Ramon and Aldana, the givers of this medicine, were a young couple. Perhaps a little older than me in age. Or maybe even older but well preserved and youthful.
I remember them hugging everyone as they greeted each other. Deep, heartfelt hugs. When it was my turn I offered resistance and gave no more than a cold, boundary hug. "You are not like me and I don't even know you, don't even try it with me con man priest!" It was my rebelliousness, my atheism, the traumas of the priests who beat my dad, speaking.
That marked my experience. I had no respect for them. Who were they? Just kids like me who were looking for substances.
The ceremony was interesting. There wasn't much difference in the setting between what happened that night and what happens today, ten years later.
People came, I counted thirty-something souls, did we do a speech circle? I do not remember. Ramón spoke, truthful, in peace, absolute coherence. I listened to him intrigued, he was a different being, he was the leader of that herd and he had the merits. He said things that I don't remember but that were surely in line with medicine. My layers of pride kept no memory of what he said. But I was still struck by those things, his temperance, his voice, his youth, his symbiotic alchemical union with his partner Aldana. The synergy.
It left me itching, I had to rebel, I had to call attention to myself and disrespect, I had to be unpredictable and insightful. I think my friends felt empowered to do the same, the five of us were very united in those subversions.
I was more or less well behaved until I took the medicine. I played guitar loudly. It bothered me how much they were out of tune, I always had an ear for inharmonicity. It bothered me how rudimentary the songs were. The noise. Still Aldana riding on the Djembe made my rib cage resonate with the beats. And they didn't stop all night long. More than eight hours, no matter what was going on. Bum Bum Bum Bum. For me and my "refined musical taste", the songs sucked, but the drum in my chest, moving the water and life out of every cell. That resonance was a big part of the experience.
At one point we left the circle to smoke doobies and shit ourselves laughing. That's how we did it.
I had no visions other than those of tiny little devils bursting out of me and making me bitch and curse. I recognized that they were not mine and that they just wanted to play. A kind of momentary Tourette's syndrome. I had fun doing it and giving them room. Maybe by not fighting it or repressing it I was able to give them an outlet and peace. It has not happened to me again.
I know we bastardized the ceremony a bit. I know we tried to rebel in various ways, leaving the circle, playing a few passes with the ball. Shouting things out of the dark of night. Wandering around. Today I understand that it is not easy to gather people in a medicine circle. And that it's not good to have those at the back of the class (the teacher is not the shaman but the medicine).
Beyond a rather exacerbated marijuana madness by Huachuma, a lot of laughter and fooling around, that night I felt almost nothing. I didn't feel the spirit of the plant, I didn't know what I had gone there for. Yes, I was really high that night. And the next day I felt peace.
And I do know that it took me many years to understand what Ramón and Aldana were doing. And that behind the off-key recital there was a transcendental intention. That it was bigger than them and their successes and mistakes. A purpose that went through them and chose them for a necessary work.
After that, certain tastes of mine changed, certain preferences, and habits. With processes full of trial and error. Comings and goings. Huachuma, its taste, its sensation had entered me. And this is also difficult to explain. There is "other way". I think Huachumita opened it.
I think I did not understand it but I understood it. I think that paradox can be put together. I did not understand it. But time was glueing me the parts. I was re-membering.
Small micro-decisions were falling from the shock wave of that day and time where Huachuma and ceremony moved my blood, and my psyche.
That plant somehow allied with my spirit. That ceremony still beats in my chest. And like a magnet polarized towards the metal I was getting involved in "yes for me". Much more in “yes for me", for my body and soul. Much less "not for me" for my life, my body, my family.
I changed my diet, studied many books about master plants and herbs and practices. I meditated, I ran. Little by little I washed away vices and healed brokenness.
What did Huachuma do and what did I do? Who knows, maybe it was always a negotiation. A letting me do and doing myself. A constant recognition of oneself. Having touched the sky with my hands and coming down to earth to find new ways to do it again. Different ways. Knowing that there is another way. One that reconciles paradoxes.
I do remember that the experience of that first Huachuma I understood not to understand. I conceived that structures and reasons, logics and patterns had been undone. Perhaps for that night I had just lost the sense of the ground and the sky, of good and evil, of soft and hard.
I often say that I “floated” in absurd concepts that have no meaning except in human survival, often outdated even biologically. Concepts of God, entheogen, spirit, path, began to be felt. Beyond logic and explanation, I began to feel them. And if I feel it, it is real. And when I feel it, I begin to see it manifest in life.
It took me 9 years to appreciate and recognize the value of what Ramon and Aldana were doing. It took me 9 years to forgive their lack of musical ear. It took me 9 years to forgive myself for my arrogance and stubbornness, for my lack of respect. I understand that I was still a child, I understand that I still had a lot to understand. Today I breathe and I am grateful. We met several more times with the coolest and most modern shamanic duo in America. Today we embrace and love each other. Today I consider them my father and mother of that path. They inspire me with the courage and rebellion that they also had when they sent themselves to harvest and serve Wachuma without lineage or tradition, against the law of the State. I do not know nor can I imagine other courage and acts of bravery they had. Traveling the country and the continent collecting medicine, words, songs, experiences. Bringing that to this inhospitable corner.
Last Saturday I was, for the second time, in a Huachuma ceremony with them. Today they tune in a heavenly way. Today the tribe they formed is big, we recognize each other as accomplices in the street. Because we are creating a fabric of harmonious relationships uniting heaven and earth with art and labor. We are co-creating an epic mystical circular and decentralized culture. A historical journey that may not remain in any history book but that will permeate the foundations of the hierarchical pyramids of power and eat the dead as a fungus eats the fallen trunks and branches in the forest. May the incarnated divinity remain, the fruits of the seeds and flowers. The labors and the works for the coming generations that will be born knowing of the other path in their genetic information.
Today the resonance of their songs travels in alignment with the laws of physics. In phase with spiritual planes and with the resonance of air and time. Their songs were embellished, poetry was channeled from the sky and plants. The oral tradition they create and co-create begins to emerge in popular culture. Don't believe me, but I know. You won't understand until you live it. I wish you all the Huachuma experience with Rama and Aldi. And I'm proud to have been there ten years ago and to still be there. I am proud to be called a friend and to be called "Hermago" by the people who shared the fire with me.

2024-03-11 14:08:30

Introduction
Writing a book. What a journey. Here I go.
I decide to put into words and on the magical object of letters and paper, part of my experiences with master plants and magic mushrooms.
What you will read here is nothing more than a story. The reality of these experiences is unspeakable, indescribable, tremendously abysmal.
What I have been able to do over time is to give them a meaning that will serve, to thread a tale that will be medicinal for others as the experience itself was medicine for me.
I would like to explain this further; during mushroom trips (for example) I take mental "photographs" of what is happening on the trip and in me. These "pictures" are creative art of my mind turning the indescribable into words, synthesizing the depth of what it sees and compressing it into familiar symbols. These photographs are threaded together with the previous ones, in a temporal story. And while most of what happens exists on a psychic and astral plane that has no temporality, on our earthly three-dimensional plane it somehow did. It is not that this synthesis of symbols and words did not exist; it is simply that it falls short in describing.
It is as if I were to say that I saw lightning strike a tree in a thunderstorm, I could describe the impact, the blinding light, the shock to my cells and my racing heart. I could describe the smell of that particular storm and tie it in with scents that everyone knows. I could be the best poet, I could add music to it and create a moving image video. Still, the experience was not that. Yet the experience itself had so many nuances and differences from the story that it is ineffable and the distance between the two is infinite.
Please excuse how difficult it is to explain. Because precisely the feeling of travel is "I will never be able to describe this". As a famous viral video of a Spaniard who had an LSD trip says: "El Fuaaaa!"*.
The Tao that can be named is not the real Tao.
Still the aim of this book is not to give you the experience I had, that would be impossible, or I don't know. But my idea of writing is to touch fibers; words that can chain a series of resonance reactions in the reader. That it could be vibrated, curious, that it could entertain and we can learn from the story. To understand the journey and the integration. That we seek to see beyond the words. In short. That the book, as a magical object of hallucinations and psychedelia can expand my trip experiences in the readers. To leave questions and why not certainties. To give the same teachings that I had in baptisms of resurrection, so that each one may vivify in his own life/work the incarnation of such teachings that are, according to my understanding, universally human.
What I would like to ask you, as a favor and for the bond that unites us while we read each other, while I write and you read, is to buy it. I mean, while you read, make the exercise of believing in what I say, and if you read it a second time, be skeptical.
The first time, try to pretend that "what this bum says is true".
The second one say "he's crazy, please lock him in”
Then compare what actions come out of yourself in your daily life when you assume one of these beliefs. Know that you have the power to assume either one.
Believing the first, have you become more understanding and curious, living present, optimistic, pronoic, life is heavier or lighter to live?
Believing the second Do you fear death? Pessimism? Victimization?
Each one of us has to be his own being-science. Experience kills any lucubration.
I would also like the reading to leave a frame of set and settings. A precedent of safety and hygiene of psychonautic/entheogenic practice. Know that in my path of relationship with transformative substances, I have learned a lot about the before and after of the intake itself. Know that I have made mistakes and I hope those mistakes are reflected in these texts.
I will try to keep my language and descriptions simple. I still reiterate my apologies because I will go towards abstractions, I will poeticize, I will complexify the simple and simplify the complex. After all, I am human too and that is what I came here for. To be the nexus between spirit and matter, to unite heaven and earth, body and spirit. To leave art, to be a work of art.
All that remains is to open your eyes very wide and be surprised. The magic remains unexplained. There remains the divine.

2024-03-11 14:06:13

I will be sharing my book as I translate it. One chapter at a time.
My next note will be "Introduction"

2024-03-10 21:22:01

Para los hispano hablantes.
Estuve en ese stream hablando de hongos mágicos
https://www.youtube.com/live/23z2Ckillro?si=z7iz2cPGuvPSQoMD

2024-03-10 16:21:35

Wachuma, the San Pedro cacti means literally "without head" in Quechua.
It gives you more heart and sense.
Makes you touch and see with your heart.
It's a turning off of your rational mind to comprehend with the heart's mind

2024-03-10 15:09:08

https://image.nostr.build/0df66204beae068976345b68bf4c4b9108bc6a54282437110693672cbdcd8f2e.jpg

2024-03-10 15:07:34

I don't really know if Uploaded this but it's so beautiful and short, https://video.nostr.build/1888f0e8ec44c793eeed531cd0dac6fc3e622dc65de2b0f8a312d6e4faf525ae.mp4 I will do it again

2024-03-10 15:06:08

This little piano https://video.nostr.build/c1278d2b7e06c84c360e9d859316f0d39e4d4e38b43f8ddb4e71a3b2b76cd74a.mp4

2024-03-10 15:05:30

Meanwhile I am repairing this little piano https://video.nostr.builled/c1278d2b7e06c84c360e9d859316f0d39e4d4e38b43f8ddb4e71a3b2b76cd74a.mp4

2024-03-10 15:04:03

The writing process was very fast. In a fever like manner.
I slept a little, and I wrote a lot.
My book has the account of each one of my magic mushrooms experiences.
It would be nice to share here
..
I'm thinking as I write....
I think I'm going to translate a chapter at a time and paste it here.
Would you read it?

2024-03-10 15:01:36

Good morning folks.
I finished writing my book.
I'm now translating it to English.
And creating the editorial design

2024-03-09 20:49:20

Ayer estuvd hablando de hongos mágicos en este stream!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23z2Ckillro

2024-03-06 18:35:55

I finished my book

2024-02-28 22:03:25

I've just donated 7000 sats to Fundación Raíces del Sol. For the preservation and study of Wachuma and plant medicine paths.
It's not much.
But for this country it might be something.

2024-02-28 22:02:03

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Hahaha it kind of works.

2024-02-28 21:37:47

No wonder any of you tight asses are giving any zap whatsoever. I just saw the BTC price you filthy greedy bastrds

2024-02-27 03:52:13

And we all share a common goal.
To thread and knit and network a weaving of relationships in education, business, art, construction , and so on and so forth

2024-02-27 03:50:52

Because we have been baptized in fire and love through Wachuma.
Because we create this with heart open and sincerity. Out of the love for life and earth

2024-02-27 03:49:28

We generated written testimonies and constitution of this arcaic revival of wisdom in tribe.
We felt like founding fathers of a new nation.
We established new ways of communication and business. New visions for education.
I spoke about money and my intention to bitcoinize our circles

2024-02-27 03:46:49

Wachuma ceremony impressions.
Let's spread the love.
Zap and share.
Today we had a reunion. In which old and new Wachuma users and community shared our common vision for the future and the co-creation of new realities.
This new community is circular and decentralised.
https://video.nostr.build/0004ed83d523c31e7c643115b35a6e7a00e87b029ad965473b34ee66e684910b.mp4

2024-02-26 11:41:02

Morning Everyone. Zap and boost. Help me raise some sats to further orange pill Raices del Sol foundation!
#nevent1q…9zj3

2024-02-26 01:30:11

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21 already! Thanks. Keep the boost!

2024-02-26 01:18:35

Zap and boost to donate to Rama and Aldi chamans of Wachumita cactus. Help them grow their foundation Raices del Sol and further orange pilling. They have a LN wallet and I will send them every sat to this notes.
https://image.nostr.build/93110705b52bc10c4d40ad78f0c5abd2b42d41e7ba80a88858d24d8093e83c67.jpg

2024-02-25 22:29:12

How can I paste here a LN adress that is not mine? So people can zap it
#asknostr

2024-02-25 22:26:59

Would you folks like to collaborate with Ramón and Aldana our wachumeros chamans?
I orange pilled them and they have a lightning wallet.
It would be a nice gesture

2024-02-25 22:25:06

My town is a study case of Wachuma use.
For the last 10 years, out of nowhere, Huachumeros Ramón and Aldana came to give the medicine.
Thousands of beings have participated in Huachuma fire.
We are around 150.000 people here in town.
We did hit critical mass already.
The medicine spreads heart to heart, no publicity other than a good experience and oral transmission.
It is indeed a particular case for study. Since wachuma doesn't exist here nor grows around here.
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2024-02-25 03:36:22

We did Wachuma ceremony last night.
45 people singing and dancing in a medicine journey.
There were elders and kids. There were drums and guitars and songs of our own tradition. This has no heritage or chamans here. It's something this generation came to do and recreate. To spread medicine in a complete new way. To create a network of loving beings united by Wachuma.
It's been ten years now since Ramón and Aldana first came to our town with the medicine from thousands of kilometres away. And thousands of folks went through their medicine circles...
It changed my life and the lives of many others.
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2024-02-22 11:14:24

Why?
Because you get the perfect conditions to acquire AIDS
Which is nothing more than a body so contaminated and infested with parasitic beings that keeps struggling to survive.
Parasites control minds.
Parasites change tastes and preferences.
Parasites modify sexual behaviour.
Parasites cause depression.
Parasites makes you consume.
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2024-02-22 11:09:19

Some doctors are just comfy prescribing their pills and treatments. Some of them go near "natural" prescriptions as cannabis and mushrooms.
Yet they still create a bubble and a safeplace in wich they don't get involved in healing processes and they just commit to see data and prescribe

2024-02-22 11:05:30

Good morning amigos.
I tried to parasite pill my mother's doctor. She is a young woman so I thought it would be a good receiver of the idea. Considering also that my mother improved significantly after I started the parasite treating protocol.
She was a bit mad.
Tried to avoid the conversation and tell me my mother was just depressed and needed psychiatric drugs.
I know my mother. I know the depression part of her illness.
But I know this doctors are not taught about all the kinds of parasites and possibilities of illness they cause.
So at one point I just smiled when she tried to lecture me about things she didn't study just because she wanted to stay on the knowing side.
I just wanted to share what I had discovered and how it is important to prepare for it because it's going to come stronger and stronger from the big pharma. But some people can't handle the truth.

2024-02-20 13:11:57

Good morning. I know it might be a bit antisemitic but you should cleanse your body of parasites once in a while
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2024-02-17 19:22:54

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Im sorry parasites type sometimes

2024-02-17 19:22:18

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Did you died freakin parasite

2024-02-17 13:04:38

For parasites also I've been making a lot of rounds of hapé through the day.
I want to get a bag of fine tobacco to smoke and cleanse.
I know you can make a tea of it amd drink it and it's really purging.
But for that matter I am growing my own tobacco because of reasons

2024-02-17 13:01:34

I've been on parasite cleansing.
I am making war on motherfuckers :
Propolis
Colloidal silver
Oregano oil
Ayahuasca microdosing
Wachuma microdosing
Artemisa tea
Funny my anus itches a bit through the day. I'm sweating things and stink.
And I feel tired and intoxicated even though I'm eating less and less...

2024-02-17 12:58:39

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Good one
Hydrocolonic cleanse!

2024-02-16 23:02:46

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I had a typo there.
We say Rapé with a strong R and latin phonetic vowels but it's very dangerous to write it like that in English.
I love Rapé. Kind of

2024-02-16 21:14:30

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Good one. Pumpkin seeds too!
Chia seeds aswell.
Never cease fire on those demons.
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2024-02-16 21:12:54

EHapé is a very fine powder composed of tobacco, ashes, and medicinal herbs or plants of the Amazon Jungle.
It is meant to be blown into the nostrils for medicinal purposes.
It harmonizes the brain hemispheres and it stops the inner chatter of the monkey mind.
It is a powerful grounding tool for ceremonies or for going deep within in a prayer.
Different combinations of plants make different reaching of the medicine. This one is called Tsunu. It stimulates pineal and pituitary gland.
I think it's good for parasites on the brain since the nicotine content.
https://video.nostr.build/5d42a76d1277d6bb9a66e80449365084aa5f8c5916cc9ebfcdda3f716e2ce7ce.mp4#m=video%2Fmp4&dim=544x960&x=fef13af35d588d7dc61e14225fbf6b43c8359f40b6495035b68925bdd2e5ee2e

2024-02-16 21:07:16

Hey folks
Have you ever considered killing parasites in your body?
Propolis is one of the best options.

2024-02-13 08:07:54

I wish I could say more or just attach the pdf.
It's a tough rabbit whole.
Because you instantly have something to do on yourself.
A purge

2024-02-13 08:07:07

So I get this PDF from the deepest parts of the internet.
And it is outstanding evidence that parasites rule the world.
It is outstanding evidence that parasites inside and outside of us are creating this clown world we live in.

2024-02-13 08:05:40

I went through the rabbit hole of parasites.
And we should all get rid of them. In us, and pets...
We do it on pets.
We don't do it on us...

2024-02-13 08:04:40

So I started detox protocols.
Making vegetable juices and natural herb preparations for her.
The thing got worse and worse.
We are making a treatment based on psylocibin microdoses and lion's mane with high thc cannabis. So she can get up from depression.
So in my search. I started thinking a vaccine injury can be the reason.
So I start looking for cleansing protocols.
I realise they are all antioxidants and vitamins.
So I think it's a good idea to give it to her because ahe aged 40 years in 3 months....
I keep looking and I see some of the anti vax medicines are antiparasite medicine....
So I keep thinking.
She seems possessed by demons.
She seems like not absorbing any of the nutrients.
It might be.
So now I am gradually introducing antiparasite medicine.

2024-02-13 07:59:09

It's almost 4 am here.
I've fallen through the parasite rabbit hole.
My mother is ill.
She has been falling into a deep depression and chronic fatigue illness. She is struggling and I am trying to help her.
In one of my mushroom journeys I asked what can I do for her...
And I heard a voice saying
"Poor little one, she is full of parasites"
And it kept resonating with me...
I suspected a lot of things.
I suspected bezodiazepine withdrawal.
Vaccine injury...
General toxicity.
She is losing her memory and doesn't get up of bed unless we insist a lot.
She is often very confused and disoriented.

2024-02-12 20:35:07

And there is only coping with the feeling of void and self loathing by engaging in more hedonism and nonsense.
And then there is the epidemic of prescription drugs and antidepressants.
While they disrespect their whole biology and dharma and will in a fucked up hamster wheel ...
Thinking:" if I could only run more in circles ..."

2024-02-12 20:29:22

Then , as a byproduct they believe progress and evolution means being able to pay for a hotel in cancun , 10 days, once every 5 years vacation.
And have the Instagram hedonistic picture

2024-02-12 20:26:20

Having a conversation yesterday with my brother.
He and his girlfriend said " how did people had 5 children in the past? Today it's impossible... It's so expensive to have one already"
People in the past had an intimate relationship with the land and what it could produce. At least they knew they wouldn't ever starve. Because the land they owned gave them a solid foundation for living.
Nowadays people is slavering for feed like animals. They depend on supermarkets and prices. They wageslave so they don't even own their own time

2024-02-12 20:21:53

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Good For You?
Good for you

2024-02-11 22:45:32

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2024-02-07 18:49:06

The capsules.
Take the little blue pills.
For mother earth neurons to fire and wire your fucked up brain pathways.
And feel the present moment gift of generous freedom.
And care.
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2024-02-02 20:23:29

Work in progress.
From Ayahuasca ceremony.
I just realised I am painting this while microdosing Ayahuasca....
It just feels right to do it that way...
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2024-01-29 19:43:03

Nihilism and relativism is sickness.
Since you surrender your will or your intention to create. You believe yourself beyond the beyond good and evil and good and bad. And then you don't believe in anything. You don't spell, you dont create since every thing has or might have the same value.
And even though I comprehend this way of thinking, I think it produces horrible fruits. And I refer to dangerous ways of thinking and behaving. It produces ugly lives and beings and it tends to doubtful action leadong to paralysis

2024-01-29 19:27:35

The music soon gets softer and silent since the mushrooms relax even the tightess muacles and intentions. And then you are flowing , and they are tuning into you and twisting your guts and mind. They are working inside you.
And then sleepyness and vision comes. I received a few teachings about my life there.
It was brief since I was taking care of the fire and the energy of the circle.
There were a few folk hard to soften, chatter and small talk and jokes were around.
I moved around with the intention to displace them and to return silence to the space.