Alberto Roman

9 flowering trees surround an open pit. t A  da ncing spark passes through my forehead.  Black seeds rolling inside my rattle flare cerulean tongues.  the earth opens its dreams to my songs.   I see a bird cage with a photograph inside.  Incense burns. 9 flowering trees surround an open pit. turquoise waters expand and contract on the wrinkled palms of orange haired apes with peacock feathered helmets. I hear giant glaciers creak across galactic nights. My skin mirror is a sun.  Amethyst  petals coil time pass landscapes where new soil is made from the pupils of talking fish. She is healing. The earth is healing. Me. se waters expand and contract on the wrinkled palms of orange haired apes with peacock feathered helmets. I hear giant glacers creak across galactic nights. My skin mirror is a sun.  Amethyst  petals coil time pass landscapes where new soil is made from the pupils ...

Ancient the belief in the unexplained powers of nature. Long before the rise of theologies and hierarchies an elemental intuition still holds sway. Across the globe,  Planetary neo primitives salute the Giant Techno Totems.  Release your inner Shaman. Today. We give way to new rituals for possible advents from the unknown. Deliberate trancers paint their faces beyond neocolonialist neon.  Many neurohack their bodies for untold perceptions and alliances through Research chemicals and live electronics. The night has many eyes and hearts.  Some freaks were born before us. Many now die as we breathe. The pulse goes on. Come out. Come out. Come out even more, You who know the finest of light. This world is ending and we need your fragrant flower waters, and songs. We need mother crystals and the first dances for the sun. And do not forget a good blunt. There is a communal chant passing through this earth. Just maybe those that demand y...

Skyloops, earthloops, fireloops, self shamanizing... We engage in sensory engineering: sound, rythm, vision technics repurposed to intensify sensations and propagate new sensory life forms. Transit without passage....perpetual liminality....yes, this can prevail and yet there is a call to adventure, thresholds, death, ordeals, a return to the world, the Unknown Thing, We are ritual syncretists, enact spiritual edge work...through   "research chemicals",     psychoactive commodities...diverse sacra...  We enjoy the counterfeit infinity of psychedelics as well as the counter infinity of a deepest sobriety... We are the Mixtics Alberto Roman

Shamanism, Buddhism, and Ayahuasca For several years, I’ve been exploring the relationship between shamanism and Buddhism. The indigenous expression of Bon shamanism and Buddhist practices are historically interwoven in Tibet. The current form of Tibetan Buddhism is a near seamless synthesis of the two traditions. One way of viewing shamans is that they are the cultural creatives of their communities. Whether they are providing healing through plants, balms, tonics, antidotes, chants, art-objects, music, story-telling, dance, and ritual, the shaman liberates a Cosmology for a collective according to interdependent forces and variable technologies. Mastery, of course, varies as it would in any field. It is to Ayahuasca (a dark bitter brew that some Amazonian tribes drink) that I want turn to within the context of Buddhist meditation and offer some perspective on it. There is a record of Bon shamans ingesting “entheogens” to bring medicines, p...

And the rest of what is,  may chance,  to break in,  upon us,  at any moment. How you gonna turn it will get you in about it and upon it. Spin this habit on your body and your motion Let me show you how to do this righteous emotion. I put honey marmalade on three biscuits. Don' let the luminescent whiskers on my chin tell you not to risk it. Ride this rhyme that is flippin the invisible. I pull the trigger so can you hear the bullet whistle. What you say and we will say!   what she'll say and they will say! Who here wants to play?  And the rest of what is,  may chance, to break in, upon us,  at any moment. How you gonna turn it will get you in about it and upon it. I am inside the eye from the beginning Just wanted to let you know it ain't the trickster who is spinnin... Let me tell you something about Ayadeliks You know the interzones in your skull where you light up your Nellies. Zyked...