The Orange-Trees...

Spontaneous moments of clarity have been few and far between for me, in recent times. But, in the last few days, I have been bombarded by them!
Each a moment of inspiration, fuelled by the Sun's rays, birdsong, the flow of a stream, and Truth in the air.
I have even been drawn back to the words of Soma Krishna. Some of the simplest ways to cement your relationship with your environment.

"Sit with your back pressed against the trunk of the mightiest tree you can find, and pull its strength into your spne with each breath. Lose awareness of where the tree trunk and your back become one. Thank the tree.
Rest an evergreen branch on the top of your head, and let its power pour into you as though to fill an empty vessel. The overflow bathes you in the green mist and you are renewed.
Hold a rock in your hand. Feel its texture, weight, and reconstruct its geological history. How old is it? Did it travel from deep within the earth, or from space as a meteorite, before it reached your hand? Become that rock.
Feed on the smell of fresh-cut grass, even the lawn, drawing the odour into your nose and mouth. Let it nourish body and spirit.
Taste the wind. What does it carry? Salt from the sea, perhaps? Or clean pine essence from the mountains, or parched desert air? Lick snow and rain from the wind's fingers.
Lie on the sun-warmed ground and share its gratitude as the generous rays kindle the soil's own latent life. Imagine that you are a seed. Watch yourself sprout and grow.
Listen to the ocean pound on the beach. Close your eyes, and let the intensity of the sound fill your head, then your whole body, until you vibrate with it. Try to hear beyond the ocean to the roar of the raw primal energy in the universe.
Watch the flow of a river. Throw your burden of worry and negative emotions to the passing water to carry it off. Breathe deeply to dislodge old crystallized tensions from around your heart, as the current sweeps away layer after layer of ancient woes on its way to the ocean.
Visualize the ocean waiting, neutralizing all, and converting it back into pure energy once more."


Now I remember!



PLUR.

The Thing of Shapes to come!

Stoned conversations.... The usual subjects- the importance of the Psychedelic Experience, the acquisition of sacramental materials, the weather! But.... we've been chatting more and more about the practicalities of surviving, and maybe even thriving, in the years to come. Odd stuff, really. Paranoid glimpses into a world which demands new sacrifices, modified systems of communication, a return to simpler things, and greater self-sufficiency.
The wyrdest thing about this dialogue was the optimism. A strange thing to find amongst the (possible?...probable?) doom and destruction of our near-future. Although we began with a chuckle at a very possible economic disaster, we continued, with furrowed brows, to throw around the wildest survival plans. And all this with an odd impatience, and a firm insistance that such a crash was inevitable. Unburdened by financial responsibility, and resolutely refusing to bow to market pressures, we ploughed onward. In some ways, the deeper the crisis we percieved, the greater we were entertained. Soon, a utopian master-plan was assembled, amid the rising smoke from yet another well-filled bowl. A neat wee dream, tying together all our ideals- the off-grid commune of like-minded folk. The pre-invasion Pala for which we deeply yearn.
Silence finally fell upon us just before the dawn. At last, the herb had made us long for sleep. The dreaming would take new forms. Some not to be remembered.


PLUR.