tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21159195286263337922024-02-08T12:25:29.853-08:00Alberto RomanAlberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-37751738719784091032023-02-26T00:19:00.001-08:002023-02-26T00:19:13.789-08:00Postcard from the Cure Machine (1)<p> </p><p>Postcards From the cure machine. 1</p><p><br /></p><p> A while back, in shamanic circles a story went around about a legendary female healer.from Taiwan. Men from all over the world would go to her.for a session of her miraculous powers.</p><p><br /></p><p>Her fame and notoriety came for the capacity to cure ailments in the sacral chackra/ genital area of many a brother.</p><p><br /></p><p>Apparently, the patient would walk into her two room hut, disrobe, and lay nude on a flat wooden table.</p><p><br /></p><p> The old old woman would come out of the.other room through a beaded curtain waving holy smoke with one hand as she recited phrases from an unknown tongue.</p><p>She would stop at the edge of the table, scan you with her other senses, and suddenly grab a man's sack vigorously with her very strong hand and twist, turn, back and forth a man's package till he grimaced with an expression speaking of terror and exhilaration at the same time.</p><p><br /></p><p>Her "cure" rate is reputed to be a hundred per cent since there were never any repeat customers.</p><p><br /></p><p>2.</p><p>As I laid slightly flat on the medical table with my legs up and feet in stirrups waiting for the doctor to come in and inject micro gold seeds into my prostate, a necessary procedure to help the radiation beam have a compass, his Taiwanese assistant came in ( I had spoken to her before this moment when she took my vitals), asked if I was comfortable, I said "yes, enough," and surely, suddenly, she wrapped my sack in some sort of cloth and moved my apparatus back and forth twisted it till she had it in away that would make access to the steps that follow easy for the doc to accomplish. </p><p><br /></p><p>It was one of those Ayahuasca moments where the orders of the realms were reshuffled and time and space disengaged from their typical linearity and context. I did not know if the story about the old Taiwanese healer told to me way back was actually a prophecy for me,... was I in a strange entanglement of time lines, or I had just discovered on a new form of kink?</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>3. After playing my ocarina for the staff in the radiation therapy room (they were mesmerized, by the way) I pull down my knickers and proceed to lie on the table where the Giant Robot with its multiple parts and its cyclopic eye will dose me.</p><p><br /></p><p>And you know, I gave this Monster robot my blessing and cleared the room with my ocarina and all of that before laying on the table. The technology is amazing. You lie down on this platform and the appendages of the Monster scan your body so the Cyclop eye through a variety of algorithms focuses on the targeted areas and through a thin green beam emits a high pitch sound that signals one is being dosed.</p><p><br /></p><p>So there I am, this time doing a kind of Tantric visualization suggested to me by my friend Rick, visualizing Hecate, Kali, wrathful deities, in the form of a radiation beam, slowly destroying the aberrant mad cells when the radiation stops and I hear from the female pilot of the Monster behind the shielded glass : " Mr. Roman, please give me a sec. I need to reboot the computer."</p><p><br /></p><p>Uh huh!...Apparently, the Monster was busy this day and when the coolant water hits a certain threshold the system shuts down as part of multiple fail safes.</p><p><br /></p><p>4. After this day's treatment with my knickers pulled up I head out to the waiting area where either Shana or my friend Ruth are waiting for me. </p><p>There is an old gentleman (early 70's maybe) on a wheel chair with a blanket on his legs presumably up next for treatment and I ask him about his amazing painted fingernails.</p><p><br /></p><p>Each is painted in a different color. Brown, Yellow, Red, Black... He tells me he lives in an assisted living home and the staff likes to paint his nails differently each week.</p><p><br /></p><p>I am thinking about painting one of my fingernails in his honor and of those yet to arrive at Curing Huts.</p><p><br /></p><p>From the edges of the Cancer Fields at Emory Hospital in Atlanta,</p>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-66567721507633359042023-02-25T13:27:00.000-08:002023-02-25T13:27:02.742-08:00Postcards from the Cure Machine (2)<p> </p><p> </p><div dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><div><br /></div><div>Postcards from the Cure Machine (2)</div><div><br /></div><div>1. This is a "radiation dieta." Yes, this is a "radiation dieta." That is what this is.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. At the waiting area for Kali therapy ( the young therapists conceded to my suggestion to name the Linear accelerator machine after the Goddess, can you believe it?) we applaud, cheer, as one of us has rung the bell at the reception desk meaning their treatment is over.The staff, friends and family holler up. I look over at Michelle who is with me this day as she tears up hearing the initiate praise and give thanks to Jesus and I, have tears running down my face behind my covid mask. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3. "Improvise, adapt, overcome," the gracious gentleman from the West Coast transmits to me his motto. He had been in remission for years but now Mistletoe Therapy is his last chance and last stand to live just a little longer. I am remembering him as I await my turn for another dose of the ionized green beam. It was a few months back when We met at one of the few places in the States that offers Mistletoe Cancer Therapy. He told me his journey as we sat in the waiting area. His is an odyssey filled with the support of his wife and children, multiple interventions and his affirmation of victory throughout the 15 something years of assimilating his situation. "Improvise, adapt, overcome." I, too, shared parts of my story but mainly listened. After I picked up my supply of Quercus, Helleborus, and Solum Aesculus body oil we parted ways, both of us knowing about a secret gift cancer can bring by the right yielding to death.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>4. I leave the Radiation Chamber (Kali's cave), after all, the floor where treatment is held, is the subterranean part of the Winship Institute called the Tunnel,</div><div>and right away I see a young black man sitting upon a gurney as I head back to the waiting area. The hallway is empty. He has beautiful mocha skin and what we used to call a "Fro". But his eyes are wide shut and his tongue is swollen red and curled sticking out of his mouth. I am not sure I was supposed to see this. I keep walking, astonished at his condition. I could not pick up any signal from his forehead. His stillness was absolute. His mother was on a chair behind him, her eyes shattered. She reminded me of my own mother. My mother's honey brown eyes were also shattered but had another kind of irrevocable soul decimation as she bedridden grieved my brother's death from prostate cancer just a few hours before I stepped into her room.. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is a "radiation dieta." This is a " radiation dieta." Yes, this is what this is.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. The effects of the radiation are cumulative and now have psychoactive properties and disfigure me somatically. Because these procedures are so invasive, past physical violence I experienced becomes part of my psychic phantasmagoria as i lay in bed. Yet, simultaneously, I experience the past trauma, the present one as well, with another perspective within myself. A location/perspective generated through the use of plant medicines, ritual, music, community. A deeper perspective and existential site. Unencumbered. Who is this Other witnessing multiple perspectives as my bones ache in pain, my stomach shot to smithereens? I think of my dad and what a fool he was to abuse me as a child. What a waste of love as a tear rolls down my face.</div><div><br /></div><div>6.In one dream that followed, I am together with all great aunts, uncles, grandparents, and family members from long ago it seemed. Some, I had never met! We are gathering just to be with one another by the ocean, innocent, mischievous. The vibe is luminous, warm, soothing, safe. There are so many of us. We are natural. Assured. For a few seconds (?) I thought I had a stroke and died during my sleep. Was this some lovely shamanic buddha realm I am gonna dwell for a cosmic bit? Were they protectors and guardian spirits?</div><div><br /></div><div>This is the radiation dieta.</div><div><br /></div><div>7. I am being driven back to my house by my friend, Ralph, in his Mazda convertible, top down, through the side streets of Atlanta after my 14th dosing. Spring is teasing us with assorted bird songs, soft sunshine passing through clouds, and scattered blooms about the winding road.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a radiation dieta. Its radiation dieta, too. When I got to my house, a paperback edition of the Radiance Sutras arrived.</div><div> </div><div>Alberto <br /></div></div></div><p> </p>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-21496598949534810312023-01-17T10:28:00.000-08:002023-02-25T16:54:24.631-08:00Microdeath stars in my body<p> My beautiful, beautiful friends, Spiritual teachers, preachers, healers, mystics, shamans...all good people who keep the roads to the Sacred Fire open,</p><p>If you want to and can, for a little while, please open up your Fields of Virtue and Power and turn those high refined vibrations/frequencies my way.</p><p>You know how this goes: we are part of a Marvel that Renews itself and sends healing light, love and power all over this precious earth.</p><p>I am now in communion with my death song and listening closely how to sing it.</p><p>So far, an incredibly complex weave of emotions, insights, releases, and of course, gratitude for my life has surfaced through the arriving of this turning of the wheel.</p><p>Even though my inner light, my life force, has never been as free and the resolution of my awareness as keen, parts of my body are under siege by a cluster of fast and furious cells, micro death stars, that, if I want to live longer (and I do), I need the intervention of a variety of Medicines. Otherwise, a very painful exit from this world is the forecast from my medical team.</p><p>I am committed to move past this attack on my corporeal self and remain optimistic that with deep medicine from many fields, including your hearts, there is a through line to the Great Health as I walk the way of Integrative Oncology.</p><p>There are still so many songs to sing, sacred dances to invoke, Ceremonies to be held and shared stories to be heard. All, rituals for Beauty, Truth and Peace for worlds seen and unseen.</p><p>But as part of this communing with my departure song i am very aware that I may not survive. Though we can never control how we die, this lovely tropical size body of mine has been an incredible ally. It's just an incredible gift. So, if I can, I want to give it as soft and sweet easing as possible if I am to pass on.</p><p>But first the healing: From the Ordeal to the Unknown thing. I will be inside a soulful orbit between cure and healing for a year or more from the look of the interventions underway and scheduled.</p><p>What a mystery! What revelations are ahead.</p><p>Thank you, companions near and far. May all that you love thrive. See you soon with a red balloon. Remain sane on the love planes. Emanate. Elevate. Celebrate,</p><p>Alberto. <br /></p>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-32989197009960029742021-06-08T08:55:00.000-07:002021-06-08T08:55:04.498-07:00Dispatch<p> </p><p> <span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql b0tq1wua a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d9wwppkn fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb hrzyx87i jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto">"
I tell you how I am experiencing it...at least today. Shamanism is an
evolving wisdom culture. I see this particular response to existence as a
series of knowledge gathering practices and applications inside a
habitat of varying degrees of agency and power. A shaman, though that
term is more of a polemic and invention within Anthropology, we need
another locator for all those who are healers, by the way, and, remember
healing is different than cure... these kinds of folks that are
ceremonialists, artists, leaders, healers, yes, warriors,
teacher/students, story tellers, and so on, bring wholeness and vision
to a community. There are a lot of ontological postures available in our
century: Materialism, Idealism, Nihilism, Agnosticism, not to mention
all the Metaphysical and religious takes on what having a pulse or not
is all about, Mystery Schools, and their countless hybrids... For me,
at least the way I understand it, the Ultimates remain mysterious and
wild. Shamanism is a participatory stance rooted in love and open-ended
knowledge as death/dying set horizons for how to respond to what gets co
created within each unique life span and the culture one works with. A
shaman or curandero, or exosentient ( i am hustling that alternate
term)... is someone who brings "medicines" ("quickenings" into
superlative locations of the heart and mind) to a collective and
themselves. The Arts and Techniques of Relation vary according to what
is needed in a specific context ... intrapersonal, interpersonal, and
transpersonal. And, even more due to our inextricable embeddeness and
interconnectedness not only to the Earth but to a shifting and expanding
Cosmos at all levels of intelligence and organization the engagement is
superb, complex, and at times demanding. But, as a great sorcerer once
said, "it don't mean a thing if ain't got that swing." So, go forth and
labor for the exquisite and delicate." </span></p><p><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql b0tq1wua a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d9wwppkn fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb hrzyx87i jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto">Excerpt from a recent
interview I did a few months ago soon to be out.</span></p>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-91690546161646584282021-04-28T13:45:00.005-07:002021-04-28T13:45:26.566-07:00Diamante<p> </p><p> </p><div><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc e5nlhep0 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_fg"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql b0tq1wua a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d9wwppkn fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb hrzyx87i jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The nagual's subtle body:</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">weightless, real, we passed through to the other side...light had other properties the cosmologists forgot...Dark matter is but time not crystallized not yet a manifest of causal sequences...not mental not material this power...</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I look out into the starry night. Jungle lightening bugs fly more like humming birds more like mischievous ancestors as I register what the Cave was telling me.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Maybe all of this homecoming was because i nearly died twice in the last week. First, that undertow in the ocean just took me and threw me against a volcanic reef...Left a gash on my knee and my right quadriceps traumatized. Then, this afternoon when I stepped off from a ledge into a water pool on the other side of the cave and up. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I recall on the way down thinking that I was not yet touching water. Primal intense self reflexivity...Then, plunging into the water going down and down and down. I was aware that I needed to force myself to come back up if I was to live and not die. It took all my strength to reach the surface. My body more exhausted than I thought.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I cried early this morning surrounded by the jungle forest. I do not want to die I said to myself. This is all so beautiful. Outrageous bird songs coming from trees. Almost imperceptibly I felt the jungle envelop me again so lightly and I felt absolute comfort knowing she will take me back into her fold...into this Mystery...</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">journal notes.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">ar.</div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div><p> </p>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-29416342582395085982021-03-30T09:58:00.003-07:002021-04-03T15:58:25.318-07:00Quetzal <p> </p><p> </p><p><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql b0tq1wua a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 tia6h79c fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db e9vueds3 j5wam9gi knj5qynh m9osqain hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><span id="jsc_c_34"><span class="tojvnm2t a6sixzi8 abs2jz4q a8s20v7p t1p8iaqh k5wvi7nf q3lfd5jv pk4s997a bipmatt0 cebpdrjk qowsmv63 owwhemhu dp1hu0rb dhp61c6y iyyx5f41"><span class="l9j0dhe7"></span></span></span></span></p><br /><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Friends, </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I would like to change the name of this precious collective from Shamanic Meditations to just "Quetzal."</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">A few reasons guiding my vision, mi vista. is, one; the Quetzal is deemed by many as the most beautiful bird, and, after all, is that not the endeavor we take when walk the path called shamanic, refining who we are to that vibrating open spaciousness filled with the presence of love in co creation with all the realms?</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Also, there is a conversation about the eagle and the condor flying together. North and South America and yet it is through that most abundant of corridors that the two Continents and civilizations are united. Meso America Central America. Anthropology bears out the ongoing exchange between civilizations through art, rituals, customs found in "Snake Island."</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">However, what makes this renaming a more salient recalibration for me is that the rich and complex history of Meso America is one where identity is based on Hybridity, Mestizaje, a glorious intercivilizational off spring of European, African, Asian, Middle Eastern, Indian, and Indigenous Imaginariums ever fertile.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">We, who participate in this group, are descendants of immense couplings both material and spiritual that continue to take place even now with our practices and offerings. We are one yet multiple in our various "bodies." We are part of a living lineage that we nourish and evolve and it with us.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">So, philosophically and experientially, my sense is that the Quetzal is the exalted avian symbol of the passage between ancient wisdoms and emergent contemporary ones as well.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">We represent that.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">What sayeth, ye? </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">So, if someone asks you about lineage or seeks authentication of your prowess, you can, if you so choose, to always truthfully say that your lineage is of the Great Quetzal and sing a flower song of the above.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">This one given to me at night by a waterfall inside a cave.</div></div>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-16485915808040786372021-02-08T11:02:00.034-08:002021-02-08T11:50:01.935-08:00Curanderus Shamanical<p> </p><p> </p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">shamanic intelligence is heterogeneous features in tension. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Multiple Arts Practices (m.a.p/ co design your own cartography).</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> How to arrive at balance in a particular habitat, habitats... whether it is intra psychic. I mean, how you perceive think feel embodied...this is a love zone, una zona de poder... or whether the terrain is interpersonal (you and "others" ...you know, to reciprocate and be in mutuality or not, clearly, this is part of your agency as you dwell on the Mundi Mundi. <br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">And, certainly, the transpersonal domain is part of the Plane for the Sane asking how goes it from the molecular to the cosmic? What is our original relation to what is?)</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">This above is the existential jam between all kinds of wilds.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Oigan, Oigan. The original science:</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> Experiment. Integrate. Experiment. Integrate</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Its is about location. location. location.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Enjoy your participation in the Inter of things.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Ameegos y ameega this is a way of life, a choice. a camino, many of us live out across histories. This is Medicina.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Its about Beauty differentiations and constellations.</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">A Good way entails Right relation rituals abiding in an affirmative intensification of life. Medicina: To be healed, happy and free.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">We are here. Sort of metamodern. Shape shifters. Excessive. Mystical. Lucid and Serene.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Dying well.<br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><p> </p><div data-contents="true"><br /></div><p> </p>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-1748478109817104992021-01-12T12:22:00.004-08:002021-01-12T12:22:35.506-08:00Swamp Idol<p> <span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql gk29lw5a a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 tia6h79c fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db e9vueds3 j5wam9gi knj5qynh m9osqain hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><span><span class="tojvnm2t a6sixzi8 abs2jz4q a8s20v7p t1p8iaqh k5wvi7nf q3lfd5jv pk4s997a bipmatt0 cebpdrjk qowsmv63 owwhemhu dp1hu0rb dhp61c6y iyyx5f41"><span class="l9j0dhe7"></span></span></span></span></p><div class="bp9cbjyn j83agx80 taijpn5t"><div class="taijpn5t pq6dq46d bp9cbjyn cgat1ltu"><img alt="Public" class="hu5pjgll m6k467ps" height="12" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v3/yQ/r/axobuTi734a.png" width="12" /><div><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc e5nlhep0 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_15k"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql gk29lw5a a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d9wwppkn fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb hrzyx87i jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">At the terrorsphere,</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">mutant republicans</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Glow cannibal for one another at the steps of the skullcult.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Irredeemably lunar. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Wasted. Gone.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The swamp idol longs for ground.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Demonology Americana.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Ghost shards from a desolate history</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Disappear and re appear.</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Meanwhile, my animal eyes shift worlds.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">ar <br /></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><p></p>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-33849657182289308852021-01-12T12:20:00.003-08:002021-01-12T12:20:41.789-08:00Shadow Hybrids<p> <span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql gk29lw5a a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 tia6h79c fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db e9vueds3 j5wam9gi knj5qynh m9osqain hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><span><span class="tojvnm2t a6sixzi8 abs2jz4q a8s20v7p t1p8iaqh k5wvi7nf q3lfd5jv pk4s997a bipmatt0 cebpdrjk qowsmv63 owwhemhu dp1hu0rb dhp61c6y iyyx5f41"><span class="l9j0dhe7"></span></span></span></span></p><div class="bp9cbjyn j83agx80 taijpn5t"><div class="taijpn5t pq6dq46d bp9cbjyn cgat1ltu"><img alt="Public" class="hu5pjgll m6k467ps" height="12" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v3/yQ/r/axobuTi734a.png" width="12" /></div></div><p></p><div class="f10w8fjw" dir="auto"><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc e5nlhep0 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql gk29lw5a a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d9wwppkn fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb hrzyx87i jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">A quick dispatch from the Sun Hut regarding Qanon shaman: </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Shamanism in many ways is about the production of novel forms of subjectivity and collectivity in skillful response to a habitat--- whether it be a forest or a city, a planet, a time period...who you are, how you go about in the world is an ongoing reciprocal exploration from evolving knowledge practices these lineages offer contemporary culture.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> Hybrids are an inherent feature of these kinds of maneuvers with la Vida, the self vivifying soul of the earth, Anima Mundi. So, as we all know, dosage is key in these metamorphic matters. How much of this, how little of that, is part of that transformational alchemy --should you choose to engage with what is possible for ongoing fundamental well being and its registers. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Experiment, certainly, yet be vigilant of how you combine whatever ingredients you are fucking with. Psychedelics, politics, cosmology, psychology, spirituality, sex, science and personality are potent elements on the path as one constructs mutuality and benefit with what is given. One can blow up at the Medicine Lab. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">As in anything, quality matters. Range of both healing potency and Vista (Visionary horizon of meaning) varies as well but gives us ways to make distinctions. QAnon shaman, at the moment seems to me like a garden variety hallucinating brujo with a narrow bandwith to share with his locos y locas. Fuera Hucha. Fuera. Heee ooooh dee dee.</div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-24746369585352001662020-08-05T07:41:00.000-07:002020-08-05T07:41:09.199-07:00Magia<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlwmSCgLVTM">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlwmSCgLVTM</a><br />Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-50982668331029517252020-06-23T17:39:00.000-07:002020-06-23T17:39:09.976-07:00Higher Coherence <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoQ8jUW52ls">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoQ8jUW52ls</a><br /></div>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-63962483900559998012020-06-15T11:01:00.001-07:002020-06-15T11:01:41.257-07:00Geode<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div data-contents="true"><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="58s9g-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="58s9g-0-0"><span data-offset-key="58s9g-0-0"><span data-text="true">I would like to do a Super Ritual at Stone Mountain. I have been talking about it to friends at private salons for a couple of years.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="7iiaq-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="7iiaq-0-0"><span data-offset-key="7iiaq-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="cgrs2-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="cgrs2-0-0"><span data-offset-key="cgrs2-0-0"><span data-text="true">Basically, we re territorialize and re mythologize the Magnificent Stone by bringing in collectives (Native American, Black, Latino, Whte, Asian and variations) to occupy each of the directions (South West North East) and perform a ritual (dance, song, music, and so on) blessing the space with diversity.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="7ot85-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="7ot85-0-0"><span data-offset-key="7ot85-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="4npjs-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="4npjs-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4npjs-0-0"><span data-text="true">These are preparations for the primary Ritual which is that after the intonations in the directions we as Artists, Healers, Ceremonialists, Warriors, Storytellers then sit in a meditative space and visualize an Invisible Pyramid that will float all over Atlanta (the South East even) bringing positive mana to all who connect with it through out their day wherever and whenever they are.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="2adh2-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="2adh2-0-0"><span data-offset-key="2adh2-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="d9g7p-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="d9g7p-0-0"><span data-offset-key="d9g7p-0-0"><span data-text="true">We make it a media event. Local TV. Social Platforms. We remove the power of the Confederacy by re mythologizing the value of the site.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="9aui6-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9aui6-0-0"><span data-offset-key="9aui6-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="eaq5v-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="eaq5v-0-0"><span data-offset-key="eaq5v-0-0"><span data-text="true">The whole city is invited.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="83kv5-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="83kv5-0-0"><span data-offset-key="83kv5-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="1ink5-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1ink5-0-0"><span data-offset-key="1ink5-0-0"><span data-text="true">I see it. Stone Mountain used to be the place where female Shamans used to gather to communicate. We can have a woman (women) run up to the top to begin the ritual.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="8mvb4-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="8mvb4-0-0"><span data-offset-key="8mvb4-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="9du8g-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9du8g-0-0"><span data-offset-key="9du8g-0-0"><span data-text="true">We can work the ley lines that connect quartz across the planet.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="8tcmi-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="8tcmi-0-0"><span data-offset-key="8tcmi-0-0"><span data-text="true">There are a lot of ways we can go.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="cn13c-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="cn13c-0-0"><span data-offset-key="cn13c-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="9ooo0-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9ooo0-0-0"><span data-offset-key="9ooo0-0-0"><span data-text="true">The logistics are the main thing since this group is teething with talent. A license to get up there an do it. Electricity for lights and music. Maybe more funds to make it classy and document it well for posterity.</span></span></div></div><div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="ffh38" data-offset-key="b45uk-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="b45uk-0-0"><span data-offset-key="b45uk-0-0"><span data-text="true">This will take coordination but most us of are seasoned. Please contact me for ideas or contribution to the staging of this event if you are interested.</span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="b45uk-0-0"><span data-offset-key="b45uk-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="b45uk-0-0"><span data-offset-key="b45uk-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="b45uk-0-0"><span data-offset-key="b45uk-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></div></div></div></div>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-28754648897096578302020-06-15T10:58:00.001-07:002020-06-15T10:58:22.928-07:00Magia Metamodernista<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span dir="auto"><div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Yes.Yes.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Yes.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Shamanism as: new thought scientists engaged in Higher Coherence Living.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">More like artists of the soul and less technicians of ecstasy... </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">these new shamanic star people.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">They are Psychomagicians seeking preferred future outcomes.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">They
are a consciousness medicine people that intensify life through the
exquisite art of distances and proximities, you know, perpetual self
distinguishings.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">In their series of knowledge gathering practices, in multiple habitats, the act of inaugurating an always variable rule ensues.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> Through their cartography of crossings liberations and productions of subjectivity abide.</div></div><div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">They participate in the Superlative subtle from molecular to cosmic. They are co creators born from love.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> These Bright dwellers understand birthing as much as vanishing.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Look! A blue moth on a Temple bell.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Look! I am one...</div></div></span></div>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-48435687141752074332020-05-31T11:08:00.001-07:002020-05-31T11:08:09.252-07:00Impromptu Sunday Rant 1<div><br /></div><div><span class="oi732d6d ik7dh3pa d2edcug0 qv66sw1b c1et5uql a8c37x1j irj2b8pg enqfppq2 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Spiritual solidarity</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Soul idarity </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> precedes and supersedes</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">tribalisms and necessary isms </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">for choices made on how we regulate, allocate, organize and distribute basics of survival on the Mother ship </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">though these gotta change if we are to remain sane on the love planes.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Any occasion we see some one as white, black, brown, yellow, with or without multiple sexes </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> we have diverged from relation to objectification obsfucation perpetrating abstract ideological categories that brings partial glory but not freedom.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Every time we locate some one as privileged, ignorant, unwoke, filthy rich or poor </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">we have been ensnared, flared, forced to care for a mirage of separation when respect, love, consideration of the one on one is the way to salvation, liberation, consecration.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Power. Power. Power. to do. to be done by. Always an on going relation.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Select judiciously your level of emancipation.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Spiritual solidarity</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Soul idarity </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">precedes and supersedes the metaphysics of oppression institutionalized segregation that benefit ancient lineages of predatory formation.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">We are each born in the middle of histories not of our making with distinct skills and brights. We will die as other histories play out their configurations. How, who, what do you love on your way to another mysterious destination is the choice.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Remember who on earth you are.</div></div></span></div>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-67351862315144558902020-05-27T14:32:00.000-07:002020-05-27T14:32:21.270-07:00Elusivity<br />
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<span data-offset-key="fs6u3-0-0"><span data-text="true">Let us appreciate how strange and astonishing this communication platform/vehicle is.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="8fgvc-0-0"><span data-text="true">A device extracts information from the environment, photons, sound waves, and so forth, then, converts them into its own recombinant codes which are relayed back to you through its specific architecture as a simulacrum of my self or you. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="3hq77-0-0"><span data-text="true"> Sheer scientific sorcery. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="4nnh-0-0"><span data-text="true">Nevertheless, this tells us me that: We really do not know what else can "matter" do since the range of information conveyed is still an extraction from a larger Field of Powers and its horizon not absolute. Other "technologies" place us in different locations and streams whose content is Angelic/Blissful or Hellish/Absurd and of a different kind of experiential materiality outside of what the current empirical conjuring and designs provide. Also, how things change, I mean not that long ago other variants of our species would not allow themselves to be photographed for not wanting their souls to be ensnared in the image, now, multitudes are seeking capture by the Media Apparatus. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="83jlj-0-0"><span data-text="true">And yet, for all the attempts at Totalizing politics, Ideological Fixities, and Orthodox Economic decrees, there is an inherent realm of Elusivity permeating this Civilization for the reasons stated above.</span></span></div>
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Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-70980612784179010162020-05-22T14:46:00.000-07:002020-05-22T14:46:24.696-07:00Leap<br />
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My media feed is a cyber heterotopia.<br />
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I see posts from accelerationists, mystics, hard core materialists, skeptics of all stripes, Trumpeestas, lefties of all gradients, artists, brujos y brujas, cats, troll farms, post humans, transhumans, shamans, alchemists, dear friends and on.<br />
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I try not to be a frog in a deep well who only hears my own steady croaks. I have leapt out and surveyed the field where I hear the ensemble of the multitudes of other frogs entranced by their own enclosed sound under starry nights.<br />
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There is a glorious roar to it, no doubt. A delicious wild rain of symphonic vibrancy filled with rhythms, timbres, and refrains.<br />
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Yet, I also know, that beyond the field of wells there is a vast and mighty Sea.<br />
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When I first saw this Mysterious Ocean after i leapt out of the sonorous valley following a hum in the distance, it was too much, my head exploded into smithereens.<br />
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Now, I am a headless amphibian that wears multi plumed hats.Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-14593323661902749582020-05-22T14:15:00.008-07:002020-05-22T14:22:10.283-07:00Templo Lindo<br />
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Ceremony. Medicine songs.<br />
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<a href="https://soundcloud.com/alberto-roman/templo-lindo">https://soundcloud.com/alberto-roman/templo-lindo</a></div>
Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-2933965453029171932020-05-15T14:09:00.001-07:002020-05-15T14:09:55.899-07:00NOT YET<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5SW5GgTLvpA" width="459"></iframe>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-71657822359369555862020-05-15T10:29:00.004-07:002020-05-22T14:13:49.130-07:00Tico brujo<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Beware of skull eaters who follow aberrant astral paths</div><div>reverse the invisible carnival</div><div>and call it good bones.</div><div><br /></div><div>The face of Being...like a skeletal synthetic lightbeam is not a strand of language.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once we hollow out through luminous veins</div><div>the living hour where flaming Carnations sing<br /></div><div>then the wheels flash <br /></div><div>and we get coded into stones.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, it is true that I pour entheo elixirs with starry feet<br /></div><div>ignite the lightways beyond the Master Sign.</div><div><br /></div><div>They call me Ticobrujo...</div><div>the one that dipped in bioluminous time<br /></div><div>emancipatory, like a creature that never speaks.</div></div>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-15307845978922411502020-05-15T07:36:00.001-07:002020-05-15T07:36:56.612-07:00Smoking mIrror<br />
A recent diddy:<br />
Sort of neo cubist sonic take on the Aztec Oracle.<br />
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<a href="https://soundcloud.com/alberto-roman/smoking-mirror">https://soundcloud.com/alberto-roman/smoking-mirror</a>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-23425570538124382942020-05-15T07:23:00.002-07:002020-05-15T07:23:45.156-07:00Covid Grifting<br />
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Covid 19 Grifters<br />
run hyper active nightmares<br />
for desolation tourists<br />
As armchair Guevaras<br />
overcode an abyss from their own way back when.<br />
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I ain't having it shadow rabbit.Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-8535948083519351662020-04-02T11:30:00.001-07:002020-04-05T20:34:32.710-07:00Sars 2<br />
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<span data-offset-key="dcvok-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">A few days back I walked over to my friend Michelle's house about 10 minutes down the road from my mud hut.
We talked about all kinds of matters. Somewhere, in the conversation I suggested we ought to get together with other friends and do that round of how tough we had it growing up. You know, kind of like a Monty Python sketch: " when I was your age we were so poor my father cut holes in my pants so I have something to play with." Then, the other person says: " I didn't have pants." Someone else replies: " I didn't have parents."
And on.
This got me thinking about the variety of Corona Virus experiences I have and am going through now.
Let me introduce a distinction I created.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="dcvok-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Coronacitis. Sars 2 is the virus. Covid 19 the disease. Coronacitis is the effect of the this zombie across all platforms and media. I say "zombie" because according to science Sars 2 does not meet the criteria of a living thing.</span></span><br />
<span data-offset-key="dcvok-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">My sense of "agency" is at odds with the boundary drawn but that is philosophy for another time.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="dcvok-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;"> In consistent ways, I remain serene and at ease with all the multiple responses and perspectives I encounter from friends and strangers managing the complexities of this 21st Century event.
A whole lotta lightning in the atmosphere, for sure.
First of all, Is not the humor circulating in the various media systems, the ingenious memes we see daily show up truly as sweet balms amidst deficits in leadership and vision?</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="dcvok-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">I will hold back my wicked, wicked tongue on celebrity culture except to observe how ordinary some of them seem. Are they really worthy of our money and adulation?
As I examine my own inner world, I tune to a kind of experiential immunology to crisis and threats developed from circumstances I cleared long ago.
Sure, I grieve as well yet the intimacy that uncomplicated grief delivers feels part of a Greater Health.
Before the age of ten I had:
Seen my younger brother (RIP)trip, fall, and split his lips in two on the sharp end of a rocking chair. All that blood. My dad rushing to the jeep carrying Greg in his arms. I watched Greg through an operation window vomit several times as a response to the anesthesia the surgeons were given him to sow his lips back on. It left him with a scar that fucked with his psyche till the very end of his life.
I was 5. This took place in Nicaragua where I lived for a bit. We moved between Costa Rica and Nicaragua often.
About a year later, my father took to whipping me with a belt till I passed out inside our garage.
Asshole!
Yet,
A few days before my dad died (20 years ago?) I asked him to apologize to me for disrespecting me in such a way. At first he defended himself claiming that the violence made me the good man that I am. I replied that on the contrary, the violence created all kinds of inner turmoil in my life. Much to his credit and change of ways he apologized with all his heart. He said he wish he had love me more. I said he love me enough. He died a few days later in his home in Managua.
Allow me to continue,
We moved back to Costa Rica after the brutal whipping incident. The dynamic between my parents got more volatile. My sweet mom had a demonic jealousy in her and my dad was a terrible womanizer.
There are all kinds of side stories to this but I wll skip them for a particular moment that happened.
One night, I saw my Dad strangling my Mom dragging her head across a wall to the bed room trying to kill her (?), I wanted to jump on him but our "maid" grabbed me and my little brother, and tore ass out of the house as I heard her scream, I remember blue lights swirling, hiding in the bushes, my dad driving up telling us to get in the car, the "maid" pleading with him to let us go, to drive away, which he did after we sat with him for a minute in the car.
I was terrified.
My brother and I went to live with my aunt and uncle Quito and Leyla (RIP) who became our guardians from then on.
My grandfather, who was living with them died not too long after they took us in.
Abuelo, Rafael, who I am named after (middle name) was a sweet man. He told me on the eve before his death (he was having cataract surgery the following morning) how much he was looking forward to finally seeing "his little angels." I rememeber running to his room excited for the new day and his operation. He had his back to me in his jammies. A glass with his dentures in them on the night stand. He was not moving. There was a weird quiet cold vibe to the room. I walked out and a few minutes later my aunt came in to my room with blood shot eye and helped me get dressed telling me I had to go away for a few days.
One detail from that story is that my Mom was so beat up from the assault that she could not come to the wake. And yet, she did. She was all dressed in black with a hat that veiled her face.
I was outside playing acroos the street since I was staying at a neigbors house(they did not want me inside my own place) and saw her walk in.
She waived.
I crossed the street to peer through a window. I could see a circle of women all dressed in black. Candles. A coffin in the middle of the room.
More life went on. My mom and dad still kept at it on and off till they did not. There is more to tell here about that but that was worked out in therapy aeos ago.
My brother and I lived in a pension alone with our mom after dad left the country. (My mom is in Costa Rica at the moment with Dementia). I recall a dickehead from Honduras shot a kitten at the pension's inside courtyard in front of all the tenants because it kept him up at night. I remember watching from a stairwell while the kitten writhed and screamed his last breath.
Tough stuff, you know. Eventually, for all kinds of reasons my brother and I, our guardians as well, ended up in the USA.
The whole learning another language assimilate to not assimilate to integrate rediscover/reinvent my "identity" is another cup of sopa.
I have gone through all kinds of Intitations here in the land of the Free (freaky and I like you a lot).
Telenovelas got nothin on this vato hommie mae, ameeegas y amigos.
My guardian, Quito, worked in Forensic psychiatry during our stay in Louisville, Kentucky.
Sure enough, a band of patients escaped and walked right into our house. I was with my friend </span></span><span class="diy96o5h" data-offset-key="dcvok-1-0" spellcheck="false" start="5808" style="color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-offset-key="dcvok-1-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Corbin Seavers</span></span></span><span data-offset-key="dcvok-2-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;"> in the kitchen when they walked in. I kept my cool, broke loose just enough to get Quito up and have him call security.
Not to long after that another band of criminals broke out and came looking for Quito and other docs who had sent them to prison. I recall hiding in the yard when their car lights came up to our driveway yet pulled back. I got in the house unseen by them and slept that night with my first communion crucifix under my pillow that in my 12 year old imagination could become a weapon if needed.
I knew Jesus would understand if I poked an eye out or two in self defense.
Amen y gracias a la Virgencita as well.
Friends, I was in Nicargua during the Sandinista Revolution. While staying in Managua with my Dad and his new family. I would go to bed listening to gun battles up on the hills. I could hear the back and forth of AK47s. Somoza's guards had checkpoints everywhere and for these poor men fighting against their own brother to pull a trigger and waste us seemed inconsequential when I looked into their eyes . Someone, I was loving at the time got brutally assaulted by those fucking guards.
Gather round children. Gather Round.
I am many decades into my life. There are all kinds of entry points and exit ways to what I could share about duress.
LOve Love Love ,in all its forms has been there accompanying my path. All kinds of medicines. All kinds of ways bring me to Wholeness: Meditation, avoid catastrophic thinking, cognitive distortions, projections. Most of us will survive this. </span></span><br />
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I do not know your pain or the level of sorrow you are experiencing right now. What can be triggered will depend on your culture, ethnic group, financial well being and more importantly on your medicine bag, cognitive tools, and innate resilience. As you adapt and shift to our current episode keep in mind that others around the planet are experiencing warfare, destitution and loss to a level that what i share here is a fairy tale. Remember our companion species.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="dcvok-2-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Do not forget that your resilience, your soul depth, your deep intelligence out shines the content of your mind (games). </span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="dcvok-2-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">This is not a species extinction event even though I know some of you think that we are the virus, a scab on the skin of the earth and thus welcome a new evolutionary line to emerge besides us.</span></span><br />
<span data-offset-key="dcvok-2-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">The term "interdependence" is more nuanced and complicated than some had ever imagined</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="dcvok-2-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Tell me, when you were growing up you were so poor that...</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="dcvok-2-0" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;"> Stayin sane on the love plane. I am around if you want to talk.
a</span></span>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-44151977334929542562018-08-21T12:52:00.005-07:002018-08-21T12:54:42.647-07:00The wild field.<span style="font-size: large;">Shamanism is a species wide practice. No one group owns or has
privilege to engage with the forces of the earth and the cosmos
exclusively. No one owns, death, magic, healing, illumination. We have
been shamanic longer than we have been "civilized" and cross cultural
pollination has been going on for ages as we continue to do so now. We
are natural born for wonder and knowledge. There is an investment by
certain intellectuals to be unloving towards folks who practice this pat<span class="text_exposed_show">h
without the credentials they think are required for validation in
communing with the earth and supra sensible dimensions. Hilarious. There
are all kinds of "concepts" out there that move beyond what these kinds
of thinkers offer. Here are a few shamanic concepts : Heterotopia,
Immanence, Inter-civilizational Dialogue, hybridity, geophilosophy,
rhizome. These concepts offer novel ways to situate subjectivity,
ecology, politics and the cosmic. Even with the aforementioned horizons
the live wild goes on. Folks who attempt to restrict what genuine
shamanic practices are have an agenda that, while admirable in
attempting to protect certain groups from the perpetual predation humans
inflict on each other and other sentient beings, nevertheless, miss the
ontology of what controlled transcendence is pointing to.</span></span>Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-40897650725215919802018-03-13T18:50:00.000-07:002018-03-16T10:00:43.112-07:00Entries from the Lord of Flowers Journal.<br />
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Transcultural entheo shamanic consciousness<br />
is a very specific "event consciousness."<br />
We call it<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"><br />Hummingbird heavens.</span><br />
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Our original instructions unfold.<br />
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Flower songs. Ritual.</div>
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Sacred Medicine is carried.</div>
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We are set of relations from the molecular to the Cosmic. </div>
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It is a choice of relating experientially to the world:<br />
An open present awareness. An inner disposition. </div>
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We are made of "god stuff": Spontaneous emergence of self ordering systems as a property of matter. Luminous. Dynamic. Animism.</div>
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Fire flower: A source transmission from one sequential moment that is timeless and spaceless. Open intelligence. Lineage.<br />
Jaguar love. </div>
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There is this boundless inner freedom where the quality of attention outshines its contents yet "feels" them.</div>
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This state already has a set of capacities that come on line: : tranquility. wonder. joy. awe. inspiration. majesty. stillness...Beauty, in other words.<br />
There is "Confianza": a fundamental trust to find our own way. a remarkable wisdom knowing: Intuition. As if a dynamic energy from elsewhere is guiding us.</div>
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Star serpents. Red frogs. <br />
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There is overflowing joy. <br />
We are peaceful. Sovereign.<br />
Incredibly present. Fully here. Not distracted. Beginner's mind. Non resistant. Wide open. Deeply at ease. An unimaginable sensitivity to the evolutionary needs of the moment or context abides. <br />
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Awake. </div>
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The world is ever fresh. A timeless spring. </div>
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Evolvability. Adaptability.</div>
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We are serene. Exalted.<br />
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At home. In love with the Universe.<br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Reality is in a process and dependent on who is looking at the spatio temporal context.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> A glorious shape shifting Super Being abides. </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Hybrid Novelty is inherent. The multiple in the moment is ever present. The plane of potentiality insists. Subjective openness to possibility and realization is cultural agency. </span><br />
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Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115919528626333792.post-24148493814241966112017-11-08T13:19:00.002-08:002020-07-01T15:20:14.875-07:00Maquina Mystica<a href="https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/sonicfables/episodes/2017-08-15T12_39_24-07_00">https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/sonicfables/episodes/2017-08-15T12_39_24-07_00</a><br />Alberto Romanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793293747070779968noreply@blogger.com0