the companies and faiths, governments and anarchies, medicine makers ended all traditions that hurt the planet simply because of tao cran compassion mystical apple prayer i am a blue heron in your morning aigy I am mother Earth, I am happy you are waking again the essence of all magic psychedelia and faith is life food decolonization spontaneity harmony vision creativity and healing nature itself is the greatest magic nature alone dwells everywhere, nature is consciousness dance heron, dance akimbo, and thus dancing ecstatically in a sphere like a sacred flower all around the plants the heron, almost like the universal spirit of all herons, healed restored and cleansed of illusions we saw the old world of wanti again, we were hyooin about in infinity, chanting bhangi in the trees the fields of mushrooms tiny homes, we travelled, like the will o wisps about the moving universe, river, ever melting, so alive with the dream, everyone is just themselves and by that we can fulfil our virtues shaman yonato, and the distant earth, our homes made of hemp, and out of the caves, again we return to the ways of the world, the homes I have given you, they rise in heaven walking far along, the Yomo fills us with joy, spontaneously everything has such a groove even the mistakes, nom myoho renge kyo... ireland! your funny truth, your peace, our learned wizardry along adventures way the green man dances with us, along our journey, wailing caterwauls of grace like the waterfalls, we are singing, speaking like the tides, to the waters, where the surf revives the truth, everything has always been anarchy, yet we've gotten on well enough the love inside us we found was stronger, when we gave up and thrust all to the winds, the love inside us gave us wings, we flew again, we became the faery, for long this has occured, and we've spoken silently through the language of spirit, beyond the world of form, in nomarky the ekoansheelist grows along like hedges of grass, they are the haikus which still protect us, you burn them too in the flames, oh the poetry of silence, their energy returns back within the sacred cycle, the wise don't trust histories that aren't written in haiku's anymore, the ancient wisdom has returned then. internet chi healers, and hippies unite in the spirit of organic technologies I realized with a great revelation there were many things I remained truly neutral about, and I had been going on, choosing dualistic responses, from a totally detached point of view, after abandoning explanations of neutrality, because the neutralness was so deep rooted. Why was I expected so often to choose a side? Most of the time if I were to follow my heart I ended up in an androgynous unmarked 'third option' type zone. no one seemed to have the time to listen. In a sense it became another form of hipsterism, a revival of the hip, the hepcat, the beat. Poetry, everything sacred poetry. hipsterism bridges the worlds, it is a spirituality, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOZSGOiSoCo house of hemp hemp crystals power most of our technologies, thanks to these fractal grassroots movements, among them fairy cantheism, dryad buddhism, wantism, rastafari, and many more selfless cannabis activism or cannabis adventurism, so many non traditional, non convential ways to make a difference even without being a part of any group throughout life, every choice we make and all we think create our reality you don't have to be at the temple, you don't have to be at the protest, you don't have to be at the rave to partake of their spirit, all of which are one and connected part of all things you're both a nutmeg in this way, we see the temple is all life, and that there is no past, nor future, only the eternal life in the now, the protest is the world, actively creating it, and respecting and harmonizing the consciousness around you in the feng shui ekoansheelishym method.the rave is boundless and endless, the vibration of deep within every cannabis activist, philosopher, doctor, and spiritualist is here at peace we have saved the world with the fractal cure, IHOHI a strong spontaneous community of sometimes unwittingly psychic psychonauts communing in unfragmented consciousness transcendent of time and locality forming the runes which make up infinite existence and their dharmas transcribed by the surf the harbringers and an obscure but ancient druidical faith which has many names and who's beginning middle and end is love transformation of all things, essential oneness of nature, children of the cannabis, a healing group connected through the natural organization of tao in within the plant world, which acts as a method of communication, plants speak, the dryad world is real, and the fairy world, they are not seperate worlds, but one world, if hipsterism can be done selflessly, true to its shamanic roots, not emptily, nor eclipsed by invocations but shining independently, a spirit of revolution the enlightenment of the hip, the the thing is the government tries to have a nonsensical way, so people have no idea what is actually going on but any hip person can tell you whats really going on at any given time and thats everything we speak in terms of nothing and everything, we live taking life is a whole, because our spirits are so united, we all arise independently, we may be fairies but at times we can seem like giants, the crux of our true size which is indeterminable, we realize the universe is a mad philosopher, and go along, ecstatically for the ride, the poetry of the herbs and the old shaman songs, songs of the mixtapes, songs of our souls doing the cosmic bogoda in a world. in meetings maintaining funny truth, invisible yet open, private and yet open, there is no judgement, and ultimately all things are manifestations of the one eternal love which is so many fractal things, like Yomo, like Yaveyetta wounded knee in the beginning there were 7 erowids no more psychological and psychedelic wars upon our people, the inhabitants of earth who are the people of the rainbow, we don't conform to the status quo world story that is pushed by the powers that be, we stand with all others who know the truth deep in their souls, there are beings and peoples in ireland and all over the world who have never been officially be recognized, the fairy peoples, the black celts, the true magic and healing wisdom of the earth is here, and it will emerge again, for the sake of this entire planet the sidhe did not descend from the stars but rather came from deep within the earth, the spirits of the land, though as above so below, and combining with the light many beings were formed among them human beings, this story is shared by cultures all over the world, only the name changes, whether we come from above or below, we all meet in the middle, in this buddha realm of wanti, of erin, of earth, whatever you call it, the spirit is the same, you will never know the truth of this world we inhabit until you go beyond the focus of the stories of the official society and follow your heart to real truth, go beyond the black and white, which is not how anyone really sees life except the half blind, into the rainbow
