SWIM has asked me to create this account in order to help with understanding the agriculture and preparation of DMT containing plants. He has experience cultivating mushrooms and experimenting with various RC's. He has a lot of time on his hands and an affinity for nature so has imagined a grand project. There is a certain dirt excavation spot near his childhood home. A place he once wondered alone many a hour at the young age of 5. A magical place said to have been an Indian burial ground disturbed by the tractors employed in digging up the earth for the emerging house market of the 2000's. He has had psychedelic experiences there before whence the night sky shone an inter connected conscience and every star communicated in light, in which every plant danced with the wind, and his heart echoed the beat of the universe. It is a strange site this place, a strange sight indeed. Deep within the sandbar that is la florida America a deep crater seeps into the earth and at the bottom of it one looks up to an extensive fortress of canyons turned by decades of hurricanes and heavy rains, tractors and industrial cranes- now mostly dry, such a place once enjoyed extensive streams and still a fine spring covered in fertile green algae to the right. Emerging dunes of sand and clay- evergreens watery and alive along the smooth caves of the rising cliffs. SWIM loves this place, he calls it his land, he calls it his home and his very own spirit world~ an escape from suburbia.
This is the magical fertile land that he would take it upon himself to sprinkle the seeds and cuttings mimosa to suckle at the man made spring- he would rather have plants grow on his own home and place of childhood play than in the mail any day.
For he loves this land- and the land loves this man. And so like a husband of his earth he shall give seed to what is his wife, his beloved play place and beholder of secrets.
Onelove, The Demideon
I stumble down a wooded path. A wooded path of my youth. Here spirits dance, but spirits scream. Misery and beauty entwine here- much like the suffering and the creation of the universe. My eyes glimmer black; dark circles in a darker night. Plants reach out to hold my hand- or perhaps devour me where I stand. I was afraid, it was a fight. I stumbled, stumbled on through the night. I met many a creatures- wolves and bears- ghosts and ghouls- I made love to my god, I surrendered my soul- with every step of my foot, every electrical charge of my brain, every memory of the past, every stare at the stars. I came to know twofold mysteries that night. The illusion of reality and the reality of illusion. It came to my senses then the nonsense of my knowledge. I knew at once I knew nothing. I knew at once I knew everything- for I knew then there was nothing to know.