flesh of the gods

acid cat, cleveland graffiti – foto by smith

heading out for a 5 hour van ride to Huautla (WOWt-lah) to see if there’s any magic for us on the mountain. if we find teonanacatl (“flesh of the gods”), we will consume & commune. if we consume & commune, we will change. if we change, who will we be?

love the doors of perception.

i’m keeping my enthusiasm damped for this because i’ve learned over 40 years of drug exploration and 62 years of adventure you can never count on anything happening beforehand – we’ve got to get 7 people together to van 5 hours to an unknown city, find a shaman with mushrooms, etc. if it happens, i’ll be ecstatic. if not, i’ll understand.

here’s a taste of THERE IS A MOUNTAIN by Donovan which he wrote about going to Huautla for mushrooms:

The lock upon my garden gate’s a snail, that’s what it is.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within.
Oh, the snow will be a blinding sight to see as it lies on yonder hillside.

i’ve shed my old smith skin hundreds of times along my 22,762 day way, each time for a truer shell to grow within – rather like a spiritual hermit crab moving from small restricting shell to better fit. this time i plan to go to the other side, look back at my me on this side, see what can be discarded, what can be enhanced, what can be healed, what is broken.

here’s an LSD dream i had in the 1990s in cleveland – in my dream we conquered death, but then the rivers filled with fish who wouldn’t die until there was no room left for the water, so we brought death back:

Gods

The gods died.
But for the fish
We brought them back.
Returned mortality
To the horse’s eyes,
Gods to antique brass.
My voice raised
In bell and chime
Laughter light on lip.

2006 collage for Lady – foto/collage by smith