Dimethyltryptamine (DMT)

Psychedelic’s have always intrigued me. For much of my life I romanced the thought of there being ‘more’ to this conundrum we are faced with everyday. Enter DMT.

Dimethyltryptamine (DMT) is a naturally-occurring tryptamine and potent psychedelic drug, found not only in many plants, but also in trace amounts in the human body where its natural function is undetermined. Many cultures, indigenous and modern, ingest DMT as a psychedelic in extracted or synthesized forms.

As the full moon shone indecision upon ones life, the transient thoughts of why I have to achieve, why I have to be somewhere all the time, the why’s, the why, why… Why wouldn’t this be the perfect evening for a dose of “dreamtime”.

Personally, I’d only had a small amount previously, with mild, calming realisations… But after a deep breath, a water pipe of residue filling my being, I let go, I exhaled…

As my body floated like a feather, yet as dense as a stone, these homely surrounds became an extension of I, a brother in arms as I too became them. The stereo, the humble lamp, the potted greenery, we all spoke the same language, the language of now.

Laughter echoed in simplicity, my partnering ambassador could feel it too. We where flying within a world of momentary bliss, these objects, these atoms floating, suspended in this eternal moment of divine bliss. I was them, they are me, we are we. Our body movements cutting the moments like a knife, yet as soft and elegant as a mother caressing a child. The answer was so simple, so simple that I cannot explain it… I can only feel it, feel what is.

The smudge sticks, a circulating field of love and embrace. Untouchable. The ghosts that lingered beyond, breeding momentary fear within the floorboards, to only let them in, to befriend them, to caress them, to love them and set the black free.

This body turns to air, this air to nothing, the nothing to everything… The temple, a body, the essence of life, this truth lies within. The vast expanse, the euphoric continuum, the joy’s of breath, exhale and I am nothing, inhale I am everything. The temple warms, the truth of the heart, the heat turns to matter, this matter is but I…. The energy rises, my skin wanders with light, the white beam from inside. I let go.

We return. To the confines of the mind. Sitting within a warm loving home, surrounded by the constant change that is life, the intricate weaving of this eternal moment as I stare deep into my palm. There is so much happening, more than I can ever fathom, more than I choose to see…

So for now, I shall just… Be.

“___”

Pinky the Sea Quad – DT + the Warlocks

forever mine.

To leave this space for another place;
this boy of old, that expression of truth;
of ones open heart;
to know I, that man is you.

An end a start, this beginning one ends;
forever running round these bends;
thy comfort in all these shadows;
in love with the endless sunshine;
to know this moment is,

forever mine.

Transparentsea…

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“___” premier/party…

“___” Premier/Party
Friday 25th September, 7pm.

@ Sea Cell
4/1 Acacia St
Byron Arts Estate

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The Story of Stuff…

I am humbled by what I have just watched. That there is so much we are not doing… so much I am not doing.

The Story of Stuff exposes the connections between a huge number of environmental and social issues, and calls us together to create a more sustainable and just world. It’ll teach you something, it’ll make you laugh, and it just may change the way you look at all the stuff in your life forever.  www.storyofstuff.com

Reflections…

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2 Weeks… A Beginning Word

photo : tom milledge : milkid.blogspot.com

These words I have written, echoed over a 2 Week period, and as I look back now, I feel disconnected from this person.

So much has changed since this defining moment, of an experience that shook me to the core, allowing me to face my dark side, a part of myself I shunned away behind layers I had created through external influences, and most of all through the pressures I placed upon myself.

I am now not the boy I left behind, but a man, accountable for all that makes me… me.

I didn’t choose the destination; it chose me. Tasmania being a place I have called home since I was 4 years old (moving to Byron Bay when I was 15). The mystique and isolation of the South West was a place I looked at in awe, a 12-year-old boy curious about what shone within. Now, I have walked out a different person, having seen myself from behind this mask, through nature the ultimate reflection of self.

I shook my Byron Bay world to its foundations; stripping away all that I had, to embrace change and ignite this new self… a shedding of skin one might say. Life’s greatest mystery is within us.

The greatest challenge has been living by what one learns; I am facing up to what I stand for, for the insecurities I hide, for the doubts that riddle me, for the hurts I heal. I am accountable for it all, as this makes me who I am.

To me, life is a balance of this society and simplicity, a constant shift of redefining and questioning ourselves within this ever-changing canvas that is life… to live the life we choose to live, to embrace change as the only constant.

I thank you all for being a part of this journey, as this experience wasn’t just my own…

It was yours.

“In the coldest wind it blows,
In the darkest ocean it flows,
To the blue sun sky above,
To the voice within my love,
That in nature lives the divine,
And within the divine lives you.”

A film is coming x

2 Weeks… Ying and the Yang

My head is heavy, a body yearning for a lifelong rest among many others. Horizontal, staring skyward protected by the barren trees. Another bout of physical and emotional strain, a mirror of nature’s adversity show, memories flicker within blackened moments of an eye blink.

These days are darker, moodier, and colder. I am restless beyond belief, tired of the battle I have had with myself, but elated with the triumphs. I am the accountable; I own all these reflections of I.

A day of transient, distant thoughts, a day of many days, dimming clouds dimming. Shivers, cold, the wind stronger towards the turn of dusk to night. Alone. I feel.

Change.

The force picks me up, carried by legs that have nothing left to give to a nearby headland, drawn to this place to face the darkness with my own, on my own.

A body ignites, rejuvenated from the union of man & the wild country. I stand on the edge of the world; the wind engulfs me as I grip the rocks with a straddle of life. I could see the daggers far below as a skin crawls with fear… the darkness was nothing compared to the joy I felt. Edging closer, I feel alive, I feel wild, I feel everything and nothing at once.

The blackened sky, the dubious clouds, the messiah opening its heart as I did in return. A radiant orange & pink skyscape shone through from the gods, the light amongst the darkness. My mouth opened. No words, no hoots, no breath. Silence. I was floating; tears, anger, happiness, sadness, joy, it all drifted out into the heavens of gold.

I could have died in that moment.
Time? My time had come.