Alberto Roman

On Xochipilli.  The Noble of Flowers.  For some of us shamanic realization is the living experience of the Cosmos not knowledge of it exclusively.   Xochipilli, the Mesoamerican deity of flowers,love,pleasure,dancing, painting, creativity, writing, the divine of souls, the arts, gifts us an ecology of practices for persistent shamanic bliss. Insight, laughter, and liberation are possible through Xochipilli's multiple blooms. A Higher coherence culture is the invitation of the Flowered one through participatory gnosis. There is the famous statue of a follower of Xochipilli in whatappears to be an altered state exploring, experiencing, savoring one of the ever multiple locations possible through Xochipilli's wisdom. A sun worshiper. Yes. A receiver of Emanating Light. Yes. Yet, the Statue is not Xochipilli.  The statue is of a devotee of the Noble of Flowers. Xochipilli still remains a mystery to anthropologists and academics but not to us. While it is acknowledge...

  Postcards From the cure machine. 1  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. Her fame and notoriety came for the capacity to cure ailments in the sacral chackra/ genital area of many a brother. Apparently, the patient would walk into her two room hut, disrobe, and lay nude on a flat wooden table.  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. 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. Her "cure" rate is reputed to be a hundred per cent since there were never any repeat customers. 2. A...

    Postcards from the Cure Machine (2) 1. This is a "radiation dieta."  Yes, this is a "radiation dieta."  That is what this is. 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.   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 m...

 My beautiful, beautiful friends, Spiritual teachers, preachers, healers, mystics, shamans...all good people who keep the roads to the Sacred Fire open, 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. 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. I am now in communion with my death song and listening closely how to sing it. 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. 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, ...

    " 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...

    The nagual's subtle body: 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...   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.   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.    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 mysel...

    Friends, I would like to change the name of this precious collective from Shamanic Meditations to just "Quetzal."   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?   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."   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, M...

    shamanic intelligence is heterogeneous features in tension.    Multiple Arts Practices (m.a.p/ co design your own cartography).   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. 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?)   This above is the existential jam between all kinds of wilds.   Oigan, Oigan. The original science: Experiment. Integrate. Experiment. Integrate Its is about location. location. location. Enjoy your participation in the Inter of things.   Ameegos y ameega this is a way of life, a cho...

  At the terrorsphere, mutant republicans Glow cannibal for one another at the steps of the skullcult. Irredeemably lunar. Wasted. Gone.   The swamp idol longs for ground.   Demonology Americana. Ghost shards from a desolate history Disappear and re appear. Meanwhile, my animal eyes shift worlds.   ar

  A quick dispatch from the Sun Hut regarding Qanon shaman:    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.  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.  Experiment, certainly, yet be vigilant of how you combine whatever ingredients you are fucking with. Psychedelics, politics, cosmology, psychology, spirituality, sex, science and person...

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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. 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. 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. 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. The whole city is invited. I see...

Yes.Yes. Yes. Shamanism as: new thought scientists engaged in Higher Coherence Living. More like artists of the soul and less technicians of ecstasy... these new shamanic star people. They are Psychomagicians seeking preferred future outcomes. They are a consciousness medicine people that intensify life through the exquisite art of distances and proximities, you know, perpetual self distinguishings. In their series of knowledge gathering practices, in multiple habitats, the act of inaugurating an always variable rule ensues. Through their cartography of crossings liberations and productions of subjectivity abide. They participate in the Superlative subtle from molecular to cosmic. They are co creators born from love. These Bright dwellers understand birthing as much as vanishing. Look! A blue moth on a Temple bell. Look! I am one...

Spiritual solidarity Soul idarity precedes and supersedes tribalisms and necessary isms for choices made on how we regulate, allocate, organize and distribute basics of survival on the Mother ship though these gotta change if we are to remain sane on the love planes. Any occasion we see some one as white, black, brown, yellow, with or without multiple sexes we have diverged from relation to objectification obsfucation perpetrating abstract ideological categories that brings partial glory but not freedom. Every time we locate some one as privileged, ignorant, unwoke, filthy rich or poor 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. Power. Power. Power. to do. to be done by. Always an on going relation. Select judiciously your level of emancipation. Spiritual solidarity Soul idarity precedes and supersedes the metaphysics of oppression institutionalized se...

Let us appreciate how strange and astonishing this communication platform/vehicle is. 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. Sheer scientific sorcery. 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...

My media feed is a cyber heterotopia. 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. 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. There is a glorious roar to it, no doubt.  A delicious wild rain of symphonic vibrancy filled with rhythms, timbres, and refrains. Yet, I also know, that beyond the field of wells there is a vast and mighty Sea. 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. Now,  I am a headless amphibian that wears multi plumed hats.

Ceremony.  Medicine songs. https://soundcloud.com/alberto-roman/templo-lindo

Beware of skull eaters who follow aberrant astral paths reverse the invisible carnival and call it good bones. The face of Being...like a skeletal synthetic lightbeam is not a strand of language. Once we hollow out through luminous veins the living hour where flaming Carnations sing then the wheels flash and we get coded into stones. So, it is true that I pour entheo elixirs with starry feet ignite the lightways beyond the Master Sign. They call me Ticobrujo... the one that dipped in bioluminous time emancipatory, like a creature that never speaks.