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Tree spirit

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Ideias de decoração bem hipongas!

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The beauty of divination

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(...) geometric patterns, angular not circular, in richest colors, such as might adorn textiles or carpets. Then the patterns grew into architectural structures, with colonnades and architraves, patios of regal splendor, the stone-work all in brilliant colors, gold and onyx and ebony, all most harmoniously and ingeniously contrived, in richest magnificence extending beyond the reach of sight, in vistas measureless to man (...) They seemed to belong (...) to the imaginary architecture described by the visionaries of the Bible.

No patina of age hung on them. They were all fresh from God's workshop, pristine in their finish (...) They seemed the very archetypes of beautiful form and color. We felt ourselves in the presence of the Ideas that Plato had talked about. In saying this let not the reader think that we are indulging in rhetoric, straining to command his attention by an extravagant figure of speech. For the world our visions were and must remain hallucinations. But for us they were not false or shadowy suggestions of real things, figments of an unhinged imagination. What we were seeing was, we knew, the only reality, of which the counterparts of every day are mere imperfect adumbrations.

Mushroom, Russia and History - Valentina Pavlovna Wasson, Robert Gordon Wasson

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For all the beings ailing in the world,

Until their sickness has been healed,

May I become the doctor and the cure,

And may I nurse them back to health.

Bringing down a shower of food and drink,

May I dispel the pains of thirst and hunger,

And in those times of scarcity and famine,

May I myself appear as food and drink.

For all beings who are destitute and poor,

May I be a treasure, unending in supply,

A source of all that they might call for,

Accessible always and close by.

Siantidewa - A Guide to the Bodhisattwa Way of Life

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Would you like to try it?"

"Now?"

"Now. That is, if you don't mind being up all night with t”

"I'd like nothing better."

"You may find that you never liked anything worse," Susila warned him. "The moksha-medicine can take you to heaven; but it can also take you to hell. Or else to both, together or alternately. Or else (if you're lucky, or if you've made yourself ready) beyond either of them. And then be- yond the beyond, back to where you started from-back to here, back to New Rothamsted, back to business as usual. Only now, of course, business as usual is completely different."

Aldous Huxley - Island

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"Then, indeed, as you lie there bemushroomed, listening to the music and seeing the visions, you know a soul-shattering experience. The orthodox Christian must accept by faith the miracle of Transubstantiation. By contrast, the mushroom of the Aztecs carries its own conviction; every communicant will testify to the miracle that he has experienced. 'He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing eye can see, does not imagine at all,’ Blake writes. The mushroom puts many (if not everyone) within reach of this state. It permits you to see, more clearly than our perishing mortal eye can see, vistas beyond the horizons of this life, to travel backwards and forwards in time, to enter other planes of existence, even to know God. It is hardly surprising that your emotions are profoundly affected, and you feel that an indissoluble bond unites you with the others who have shared with you in the sacred agape. All that you see during this night has a pristine quality: the landscape, the edifices, the carvings, the animals - they look as though they had come straight from the Maker's workshop. This newness of everything it is as though the world had just dawned overwhelms you and melts you with its beauty. Not unnaturally, what is happening to you seems to you freighted with significance, beside which the humdrum events of the everyday are trivial. All these things you see with an immediacy of vision that leads you to say to yourself, 'Now I am seeing for the first time, seeing direct, without the intervention of mortal eyes.'

 

And all the time that you are seeing these things, the priestess sings, not loud, but with authority. You are lying on a petate or mat, perhaps, if you have been wise, on an air mattress and in a sleeping bag. It is dark, for all lights have been extinguished save a few embers among the stones on the floor and the incense in a sherd. It is still, for the thatched hut is apt to be some distance away from the village. In the darkness and stillness, that voice hovers through the hut, coming now from beyond your feet, now at your very ear, now distant, now actually underneath you, with strange, ventriloquistic effect. Your body lies in the darkness, heavy as lead, but your spirit seems to soar and leave the hut, and with the speed of thought to travel where it listeth, in time and space, accompanied by the shaman's singing. You are poised in space, a disembodied eye, invisible, incorporeal, seeing but not seen. In truth, you are the five senses disembodied, all of them keyed to the height of sensi- tivity and awareness, all of them blending into one another most strangely, until the person, utterly passive, becomes a pure receptor, infinitely delicate, of sensations. As your body lies there in its sleeping bag, your soul is free, loses all sense of time, alert as it never was before, living an eternity in a night, seeing infinity in a grain of sand. What you have seen and heard is cut as with a burin in your memory, never to be effaced. At last you know what the ineffable is, and what ecstasy means. Ecstasy! For the Greeks ekstasis meant the flight of the soul from the body. Can you find a better word than that to describe the bemushroomed state? In common parlance ecstasy is fun. But ecstasy is not fun. Your very soul is seized and shaken until it tingles. Who will choose to feel undiluted awe, or to float through that door yonder into the Divine Presence?

"A few hours later, the next morning, you are fit to go to work. But how unimportant work seems to you, by comparison with the portentous happenings of that night! If you can, you prefer to stay close to the house, and, with those who lived through the night, compare notes, and utter ejaculations of amazement."

Mushrooms, Russia and History - Valentina Pavlovna Wasson, Robert Gordon Wasson

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"Do you know anything about the world around you?" he asked.

"I know all kinds of things," I said.

"I mean do you ever feel the world around you?"

"I feel as much of the world around me as I can."

"That's not enough. You must feel everything, otherwise the world loses its sense."

Carlos Castaneda - A Separate Reality: Further Conversations with Don Juan

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Alex Grey - Wonder

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Alex Grey - Painting

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My dove, turn back,

For now the wounded stag,

Is climbing up the slope,

Freshened by the freeze of your flight.

- St. John of the Cross - Spiritual Canticle

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There is one spectacle grander than the sea,

that is the sky;

there is one spectacle grander than the sky,

that is the interior of the soul .

- Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

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The conditions of a solitary bird are five:

The first, that it flies to the highest point;

the second, that it does not suffer for company, not even of its own kind;

the third, that it aims its beak to the skies;

the fourth, that it does not have a definite color;

the fifth, that it sings very softly.

- St. John of the Cross - Sayings of Light and Love

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Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, canceled,

Made nothing ? Are you willing to be made nothing ?

Dipped into oblivion ?

If not, you will never really change.

- D.H . Lawrence, Phoenix