the old ways and God’s ways

Mother Nature
This post is a follow up on the recent “fire walk” post, which can be reached by clicking on this link:  fire walk. If that doesn’t work, click on this link – – and then open the Today’s FlaKey Drivel page in the right-hand menu and scroll down a few days until you get to the ”fire walk” post. The two posts together might be the most important writing that has come out of me since I started publishing to my websites in mid-2007.        
Next today, is what I wrote to “Chickpea” after she and I talked on the phone about the “fire walk” post. She was quite upset that I had used her and my discussion in it. She did not feel it was my story to tell.
What I wrote was my story, which you became a part of by circling me like a moth to flame. Your story remains to be told, and perhaps you will tell it in a soulful way, and perhaps you won’t. I had no idea before yesterday that I might write about your and my latest exchanges. It was not in my thoughts. That’s how it goes with me. Whatever I’m to  write about sneaks up on me unawares, then I’m writing about it. Your story is much bigger than you, or me. It is a story many people could benefit from knowing, if it is told in a soulful way. Same for my stories. I can’t help but wonder if I would have been pushed to do today’s post, if you had plunged into writing your story in a soulful way? What my telling you about my post has done is take you deeply into the original wounding. It has done what writing your story in a soulful way would have done, if you had done that. If you circle the wagons. If you put horns on my head. If you look outward at me, instead of inward at what this experience, rough as it is for you, is stirring up inside of you, with me as a proxy for the original perpetrators, you will miss a great opportunity to heal. An opportunity that could become part of your story, if you ever get around to writing it in a soulful way. Don’t play the victim with me, Chickpea. It will be your undoing. Shams

On the phone, she had said she was reluctant to use ayawaska, and I told her to remain open about that and to play close attention to what her dream maker told her to do. 
Next today is email talk on the “fire walk” post with a south Florida middle school teacher who summers near Big Pine Key and looks forward to retiring down here. I met him in 2006, at the Looe Key Tiki Bar. He’s been a victim of my email missives ever since. I’ve shared other email talk with him a number of times. He probably knows as much about music and literature as I know about being crazy. His parts in italics.
I have never heard of ayahuasca, but I feel compelled to comment on perhaps how the ancient Peruvians discovered the unique properties…we are the sole creatures on this round blue ball that can contemplate our own non-existence. Therefore we are compelled to seek answers to questions that have no answers. By some unknown and unexplained 7th or 8th sense other animals know that certain herbs are edible whereas others are best left be. Mankind, on the other hand, knowingly ingests herbs that should not be ingested. It is my thoughts that we do this seeking answers about our own existence, or to perpectuate our existence. I do not begin to believe that modern man came up with all of these “interesting” recipes. The ancients had many of the same anxieties that we face today. We continue to do it to this very day, under the guise of seeking cures for diseases that cause our mortality.
I believe I’ll have a beer.:):):)
Hi, Mickey.
Been sitting with your email a few days, pondering a reply.
Before people got so civilized, there was greater and more widespread knowledge and use of plants and herbs. Ironically, many modern pharmaceutical concoctions derive from plants and herbs. Beer is but one example .
In wild tribes that used psychotropic plants-herbs, including tobacco, it was done for specific reasons and not habitually. A shaman might use peyote or ayawaska once or twice a year, when it was time for another leap in that shaman’s development, or when the shaman needed extra boost to work on something affecting his/her tribe or one of its members. The rest of the tribe might not even use the psychotropic, because it was reserved only for the shaman who knew how to deal with it.
The shaman’s apprentice also would use the psychotropic, under the shaman’s wing and guidance. Always, the shaman was training an apprentice to replace the shaman when he/she departed this life.
I wonder about native shamans taking white pilgrims, for example, on psychotropic trips. Perhaps it serves some good purpose, but it’s hard to imagine how it would follow up okay back in the States, for example, once away from the shaman.
I saw a lovely movie at Tropic Cinema in Key West a couple of years ago. A white American couple had a young boy who was autisic and would not potty train. Finally, in desperation, they wen to Mongolia, where they had heard of shamans who might be able to help their boy. After several shamans gathered with the family and did their rituals, and nothing seemed to change, the family went deep into the outback, to the most reputed shaman.
He did his ritual, and then told the family the next day that the boy would start using the tiolet later that day, which happened. He said other things would also improve for the boy, but he was special and always would be different.
This was a documentary film, shot as it happened. It was not made up.
The father believed the shaman was responsible for the boy’s improvement, while the mother remained conflicted. In her mind, she kept trying to find other explanations. Such is the way so many civilized people today think; they cannot even conceive spirit intervention, or spirit realms. And if they can and do, because of their religious training, they cannot accept shamans because they are not, say, Christian.
Some white people go to native shamans and train under them a while, and come back to the States, for example, and hold themselves out to be shamans, or shamans in training. I suppose they do some good, but I also suppose they do some harm.
I know of a situation where a white woman lived with a partially-trained white shaman in New England, who was seriously lacking in female development internally. He did a lot of spiritual warfare in other realms, and used/took her female essence to balance his lack of it, probably not intentional or conscious on his part. She ended up with cancer some time after she broke up with him and left exhausted.
Her brother had introduced her to me, not knowing of her experience living with the shaman. After she told me where this shaman had trained and who he ran with, I became concerned because I’d had dealings with a woman shaman from the same white shaman school, which was operating from New England. I had read about her shaman colleagues, all of whom were training under one white shaman who had trained under a native shman in the Amazon region of Brazil, as I recall the indigenous shaman’s location.
As for her brother, when he learned through her and my discussion that she had lived with a shaman, he was somewhat surprised, not only over that, but over her telling him maybe he ought not to discount what I kept telling him about shamans, angels, demons, the spirit world, etc. He didn’t take it in, though, nor did he or his sister take in my suggestion that her being with this partially-trained shaman had caused her cancer, albeit unwittingly on the partially-trained shaman’s part.
If she had gone to Brazil, to the native shaman, he might have been able to cure her. The angels who work with me wanted to help her, but she first had to be open to that kind of help and to the diagnosis I gave her for the cause of her cancer. Most shamans don’t require that of patients, but the angels who work with me want people who want their help to go through the healing with their eyes wide open. And sometimes the healing is not physical, but spiritual and growthful. Most people just want the physical cure, and leave off the growthful.
I was not put with a native shaman to train. I met a few white shamans, they worked on me, but I saw nothing change for me. I suppose I needed to have that experience as part of angels training me in their shaman school. The closest thing to my training, which was written, is in some of the books by Carlos Castenedas. I understand it later came out that he made it all up, but I saw things in some of his books, The Eagle’s Gift especially, that belied he made it all up. Maybe he read it somewhere, or it was told to him, and he invented himself into the experience. But too much of what he wrote I myself experienced, more or less, for it to have all been made up.
In Castenedas’ books, Don Juan and the other “sorcerers” are not shown to charge money or other things of value for attempting to train or help other people. The Mongolian shamans did not charge the white couple with the austic son. Native shamans, within their tribe, do not charge for their service. They function within and as an essential element of the tribe. They are the link to the spirit world for the tribe, and are the tribe’s doctor and its priest.
Whites who go to native shamans, then come home partially-trained, tend to go into the shaman business commercially. That’s what happened with the white New England shaman school. I am pretty sure this practice is frowned upon in the spirit world, and shamans who use this practice severely limit their own development and ability to assist other people. Harm, even can come from doing shaman work for pay or barter. 
Some tribes, apparently, were geared toward all members being shaman, or inclined in that direction. Such a tribe was depicted in “The Emerald Forest” move, which I think was set in the Amazon region of Brazil. Another example of a shaman tribe is found in the book, Mutant Message Down Under. That tribe used no psychotropics, based on the account in that book.
I met some of that tribe myself, when I was in northern Australia briefly in the fall of 1995. Two of them, a man and woman, came to me out of dream time, while I was riding in the back of an SUV with several quite a bit younger Australian white men and women. I knew who the visitors were right away. We had a meaningful conversation for me telepathically, which the others in the SUV didn’t hear. Nor did they see the two from the tribe.
I continue to feel every white person should read Mutant Message Down Under. And The Eagle’s Gift. I also feel watching “The Emerald Forest” should be required schooling for whites.
Maybe more later, maybe not.
if we believe something to be true and have faith even when evidence is contrary, then it is true – there is so so much that we do not understand…….
Amen, there is a great deal more than a great deal that we do not understand. Hell, I don’t understand a great deal of what happens to me, as in, the why of it? But I know it’s happening because I experience it, even though nobody else around me seems to experience it. That’s where the debate seems always to start over my sanity. Or my probity. It was a local homeless man (Key West), maybe the most well-read person I ever met, who used the word probity on me once, and in that way I learned what it meant and sometimes would use it myself.
I met this fellow at the soup kitchen in late 2000, when it was still operating at Mary Immaculate Star of the Sea on Truman Avenue. As we got to know each other, I heard glimpses in some of his stories of his having once done some work for the US Government. His stories also seemed to reveal a serious ability and history in the trades: carpentry especially – craftsman level. Once I was moved to say to him something like, “I have a feeling that you once did work for the government you can never talk about, and I also have a feeling you know stuff that would cause anybody who messes with you might to end up wishing he never messed with you.” He said that might be so.
You’d never know it by looking at him. He keeps to himself. He reads volumes daily in the library. NY Times. Wall Street Journal. Barons. The classics. The great novelists. He probably can nearly recite the ancient Hindu texts. I have known two other men pretty well, who seemed close to this fellow’s reading level and experience. One was a lawyer buddy in Birmingham, who was born in Louisiana and attended Princeton, Harvard Law School and New York University Tax Law School. The other is Jim Hendrick. Comparable bright minds, but of the three, only this homeless Key West gnome apparently knows the black ops art, so to speak. He also likes tequila pretty good.
Later yesterday, I received this about ayawaska from a fellow who moved from Key West to the Florida mainland.
I see no one commented on Ayahausca. ( chickpea log ) To do the vine justice I felted compelled to make a few comments. I have partook of this etheogen a few times. Also I have witnessed at least a 100 people’s experience with it. Ayahausca is called “vine of the dead”. It honors our ancestors who lived and emerged out of the natural world. It honors our imagination, search for truth and mythologies. I have experienced what this “serpent” does. The brew is taken preferably in nature at night. One becomes very introspective so must recline in a comfortable and safe place. Ayahausca music ( icaros) are played in the background ( highly recommended ). The serpent works through every crevice of the body until it finds a blockage (some resistance the person has). The serpent holds one in a “dark night of the soul” until they “let go”. Any question asked will be answered. Nature becomes very real and alive (numinous). After about three hours; if the person “lets go”, he returns as himself with much knowledge. The drug is not addictive because it is so nasty tasting, you throw up and it kicks your ass. You are perfectly fine the next day (if you let go) and much filled with helpful insights. 
This report reminds me of what I have heard and read about the kundalini, also called the serpent energy, which receives a great deal of attention in yoga and Hindu circles. I have read two books written by men, one a Hindu, the other an American contemplative Christian, who experienced and somehow survived spontaneous kundalini arousal. I have known a number of people who were exposed to the yogi Muktananda or his disciple Gurumayi, who gave them what is called “shaktipa,” which is an energetic way of getting the kundalini rising much less dramatically that what the two men wrote. All of these people who received shaktipa were a bit discombulated in their thinking, in my opinion. Also in my opionion, it had more to do with being infected with the guru, than with awakening of the kundalini.
A fellow named Joseph Chilton Pearce, a psychologist and author, spend a good deal of time with Muktananda, and wrote about that and the kundalini and shaktipa. He, and the American contemplative Christian, viewed the kundalini not as supernatural but as part of being a human being. Pearce wrote that the kundalini once rose naturally in people as they moved toward their early twenties. Rites of passage known to indigenous peoples marked the rise of the Kundalini from the the bottom of the spine up into the brain.
The glandular system is said in yoga circles to be intergal with the kundalini and the seven chakras, energy vortexes located at the lowest part of the spine (root chakra), at the gonads-ovaries (sex chakra), at the spleen (will chakra), at the thymus (heart chakra), at the thyroid (throat chakra), at the pitutiary (third eye chakra), and at the pineal (enlightenment chakra).
Pearce wrote that modern child-raising methods, education and religion block and distort the natural rise of the kundalini, which all people once experienced. Thus, the various yoga practices, which attempt to arouse the kundalini. Maybe ayawaska helps the kundalini unblock and rise naturally – sort of sounds like it from this contributing writer’s description.
This rumination caused me to wonder yesterday if I should look into using ayawaska myself, because I had felt for some time that I had a serious kundalini blockage in the will chakra, and very likely related difficulties in the lower two chakras. I became interested in seeing what my dream maker had to say about that on Valentine’s Eve. Normally, I dread holidays and special days because the angels work me tripple hard. So I wondered if last night if today would bring a Valentine’s present I actually liked, for a change.
Then, my thoughts drifted to times when I had tried something “natural” I had heard about, to give me relief, and what ended up happening was it ripped me a new one and I had to stop doing it. That it had helped others was irrelevant; I was not allowed to use it to get around whatever was eating at me. No short cuts or miracles for me; I was required to ride it out until such time as the spirit world, or God, decided I’d had enough of that experience.
After remembering that, I found myself wondering if there was a way to experience the essence of awayaska, without actually injesting it? If there was not a spirit equivilant that would provide the same result?
Then, I remembered my sixth wife, before she became that, had taken ayawaska in Peru with a shaman in residence, and it had not unblocked her, or shown her that she had been molested for fifteen years by her father. She had never had an orgasm by intercourse when she met me. She did intense angel-driven internal work for about six weeks before we actually met face-to-face. She had an orgasm by intercourse the second time we made love, and thereafter she had no trouble reaching orgasm by intercourse, as long as things were otherwise okay between us.
As far as I know, none of my seven wives had had an orgasm by intercourse when I met them. The last one said she had never had an orgasm by any method. At least four of them had been molested in childhood. The other three had had difficult childhoods as the result of puritanic religion and/or family strife. Each woman became able to have orgasm by intercourse, but one became unable again, after it went sour between her mother and me over my views on Jesus and other stuff in the New Testament.
This is not a testament to my sexual prowress, which I do not possess. It is about a man and a woman being in sync with their own souls and with each other when they make love. When I think of the money people spend on so-called sex-therapy, I want to throw up. If the spirit component of sexual dysfunction is not addressed, the problem cannot be fixed. Pills, appliances and various routines/exercises, which temporarily bypass or override the problem, only cause worse problems. I cannot imagine the spirit and perhaps even physical damage drugs like Viagra and Cialis cause men who use them. I suspect women who have sex with such men are being damaged, too. There always is a penalty for messing with Mother Nature. In the end, she gets her way with us. As does God.
The fellow who wrote to me about ayawaska is not a shaman. He does not have anything like the experiences I have, nor does he want to have them. But I would not call him mainstream, either. He seems somewhere between normal and crazy. I leave for you to decide what I mean by normal, and what I mean by crazy. Meanwhile, here’s what last night’s dreams brought to this fool.
I had at least three dreams telling me to take awyaska. The fellow who wrote to me about his own experience with ayawaska has always been a spirit ally in this world’s goings on, so I’m going to ask him if he knows how I can go about having the experience he described. I know one other place nearby to ask, also. If anyone who reads this knows where I might inquire, please let me know. I will not blow your cover. Stay tuned.
Yeah, if anyone is interested, I was chewed up internally for three days as I moved toward publishing this today. Felt like I had swallowed a lot of Agent Orange or Chernobyl. It always seems to go that way as I work on something extra rough in the spirit. Shamans are quite familiar with this phenomena. They take into themselves what they are working on, and as they work through it, it lifts.
Sloan Bashinsky,

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