divine leaf of immortality
~ stimu-late ~
episode 10
podcast coming soon
"Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.”– Bruce Lee
My Goddess, I’ve served you down to my core, in service to your essence which I adore. But there comes a time where energy is lagging, those legs underneath that seem to be dragging. Easy to quit, to throw in the towel, return to animalistic ways they growl. Despite this weight of the world carried in backpack, I never saved anything for the swim back.
Like a scalpel now cutting between two sides, realigning of centre to spirit it guides. That straight white line directed up through air, higher thought down here, certainly seems to be rare. For wisdom and truth and sure path all knowing, and with great sustenance to keep on going. Embodied in nature, no spiritual bypass, lifted out through the body’s looking glass. Pachamama, a more indigenous way, give it all that you can, for on this path to stay.
Numbing of pain, egoic endeavour, with all the money in the world maybe you could live forever. Racking up lines, needing a boost, in the VIP booth other high flyers introduce. Desperate to become somebody, conquering life, dominating the news, viral story runs rife. Enabled by a system that's become self-serving, others want it too, because that's all that they're observing. It's the algorithm, swallow those posts down, from zero to hero, to talk of the town. Leading the way to the synthetic artificial, now contained and constrained by the superficial.
But the unspeakable world, oh to try and put it into words, like the morning sunrise, its call sung by the birds. Some of us when we sleep, it's to here that we visit, it's a certain feeling that Coca can elicit. It's a dimensional quality, available to true observer, from the source of all creation, not a datacenter server.
In this moment in time there’s something to observe, the fall of non-dual teachers and lower journey failed to serve. They reached up to God, the mind ascended, but left the body behind never to be befriended. Their story unfolding, for recognition and fame, desires and pleasures, all part of the game. Best to be resolved before reaching the stage, those lower life lessons should be first to engage. Suddenly surrounded, deep hunger for outer guidance, master point me in the direction of ego subsidence. Yes, you might bring them beyond ego, to the one and all, but they fall back to lower mind and body and soon hit the wall. It's all about true standing, that solid foundation, no cracks to infiltrate, no need for validation.
So let’s chew on this for a moment, like the leaves of Coca, the feminine side to the Tobacco smoker. Altitude sickness, too high too fast, this speed of ascent just cannot last. For it’s easier to breathe at levels lower, gravity and pressure, the heart can beat slower. So if you want to ascend at a faster pace, you’ll need strength of lungs and heart for this human race. Capable of moving oxygen into the blood, new smaller vessels form for tissues to flood. Kidneys produce EPO, which then soon to bone marrow go. To spit this all out without being lost to the science, your spiritual evolution has an Earth Water reliance. The story of God, father up in the sky, still needs the Goddess to truly fly.
Energy growing, water soon rises, pleasurable life, full of surprises. Between pain of hardships that seem to stand in your path, the rewards are soon revealed in the aftermath. As we move through layers and stories of past, releasing the weight we’ve collectively amassed. cyclical patterns that spiral round and around, as we journey deeper in, until true resolution’s found. But some still seem to endlessly circle the same, hitting up against story again and again. Unable to push through, caught in the layer, screaming it all out, not gratitude of prayer. You need that higher light to intercommunicate, to exit the maze and illuminate.
Spirituality is a continuous process, developing our being to truly express. Embracing all elements, spiritual stamina found, preparing to exist on higher ground. But what might now happen to those who lag behind, another destiny and future they might now find. Or maybe some are simply racing ahead, pacemakers perhaps, wonderfully weaving the thread. Sharing the leaf, prayers for sister and brother, protection and permission from sacred Earth mother.
She takes different form, revealing herself through many name and face, but its the one and same revered by the human race. All growing up on her sacred body, called to climatise, to truly embody. To humbly tread, to unconditionally serve, for this home planet to help preserve.
Yes you can drift out from your body, but then why did you come, there's nothing to do, but everything to be done. So when you give up on the path of becoming nobody, why not choose to experience everybody. Life’s waking meditation, every moment is a teacher, return to true nature, with the help of every creature.
These are my own insights, but a great beauty of life is that of perspective, so how might others respond to the spirit of Coca, unbeknownst to this being the spirit they are receiving. How might they perceive it through their six senses. And when the Earth's magnetic pull presses down on your chest, breathe into your heart, so you don't cardiac arrest.
Like a scalpel now cutting between two sides, realigning of centre to spirit it guides. That straight white line directed up through air, higher thought down here, certainly seems to be rare. For wisdom and truth and sure path all knowing, and with great sustenance to keep on going. Embodied in nature, no spiritual bypass, lifted out through the body’s looking glass. Pachamama, a more indigenous way, give it all that you can, for on this path to stay.
Numbing of pain, egoic endeavour, with all the money in the world maybe you could live forever. Racking up lines, needing a boost, in the VIP booth other high flyers introduce. Desperate to become somebody, conquering life, dominating the news, viral story runs rife. Enabled by a system that's become self-serving, others want it too, because that's all that they're observing. It's the algorithm, swallow those posts down, from zero to hero, to talk of the town. Leading the way to the synthetic artificial, now contained and constrained by the superficial.
But the unspeakable world, oh to try and put it into words, like the morning sunrise, its call sung by the birds. Some of us when we sleep, it's to here that we visit, it's a certain feeling that Coca can elicit. It's a dimensional quality, available to true observer, from the source of all creation, not a datacenter server.
In this moment in time there’s something to observe, the fall of non-dual teachers and lower journey failed to serve. They reached up to God, the mind ascended, but left the body behind never to be befriended. Their story unfolding, for recognition and fame, desires and pleasures, all part of the game. Best to be resolved before reaching the stage, those lower life lessons should be first to engage. Suddenly surrounded, deep hunger for outer guidance, master point me in the direction of ego subsidence. Yes, you might bring them beyond ego, to the one and all, but they fall back to lower mind and body and soon hit the wall. It's all about true standing, that solid foundation, no cracks to infiltrate, no need for validation.
So let’s chew on this for a moment, like the leaves of Coca, the feminine side to the Tobacco smoker. Altitude sickness, too high too fast, this speed of ascent just cannot last. For it’s easier to breathe at levels lower, gravity and pressure, the heart can beat slower. So if you want to ascend at a faster pace, you’ll need strength of lungs and heart for this human race. Capable of moving oxygen into the blood, new smaller vessels form for tissues to flood. Kidneys produce EPO, which then soon to bone marrow go. To spit this all out without being lost to the science, your spiritual evolution has an Earth Water reliance. The story of God, father up in the sky, still needs the Goddess to truly fly.
Energy growing, water soon rises, pleasurable life, full of surprises. Between pain of hardships that seem to stand in your path, the rewards are soon revealed in the aftermath. As we move through layers and stories of past, releasing the weight we’ve collectively amassed. cyclical patterns that spiral round and around, as we journey deeper in, until true resolution’s found. But some still seem to endlessly circle the same, hitting up against story again and again. Unable to push through, caught in the layer, screaming it all out, not gratitude of prayer. You need that higher light to intercommunicate, to exit the maze and illuminate.
Spirituality is a continuous process, developing our being to truly express. Embracing all elements, spiritual stamina found, preparing to exist on higher ground. But what might now happen to those who lag behind, another destiny and future they might now find. Or maybe some are simply racing ahead, pacemakers perhaps, wonderfully weaving the thread. Sharing the leaf, prayers for sister and brother, protection and permission from sacred Earth mother.
She takes different form, revealing herself through many name and face, but its the one and same revered by the human race. All growing up on her sacred body, called to climatise, to truly embody. To humbly tread, to unconditionally serve, for this home planet to help preserve.
Yes you can drift out from your body, but then why did you come, there's nothing to do, but everything to be done. So when you give up on the path of becoming nobody, why not choose to experience everybody. Life’s waking meditation, every moment is a teacher, return to true nature, with the help of every creature.
These are my own insights, but a great beauty of life is that of perspective, so how might others respond to the spirit of Coca, unbeknownst to this being the spirit they are receiving. How might they perceive it through their six senses. And when the Earth's magnetic pull presses down on your chest, breathe into your heart, so you don't cardiac arrest.
* some participant names might have been changed for pen names.
* no participants were informed that it was the spirit of Coca we were working with until after they had all shared their experience of the Session.
* no participants were informed that it was the spirit of Coca we were working with until after they had all shared their experience of the Session.