"Dream Grass"
Verdant Gnosis
Satellites bursting apart
Walk Through your Dreams
Walk through the grass
Phalaris sends my love through the roots of this planet to your eyes to dissolve in your hearts.
Count as many stars as you’re able to this time.
Next chance you may be looking down.
The error is bee-coming optically saturated with divine intervention.
The conception of perception is inception internally; there is the intervention.
The treachery of the tricks is of the unknown side of duality truth is hidden in.
The internal travels are seeds of future roots and bark and fruit and twigs and branches and leaves and smells and colors and lives lived around it and on it and within it and above and beneath.
Time is a mechanical construct of a mechanical dimension of 3’s and cubes and distance and limits. The individual experience is completely collective. The first time you become a cloud you drip down to a new plane just as the eye cried the joyous fall condensing atoms or what I perceive as atomic structure from this angle. Everyone is everything, and everything is everywhere. In the water your mother drinks her whole life, in the gleam in a father’s eye, in the sadness of a presence lost, in the void of adjusting and coping. In the mass of streaming consciousness. All. At once. And never. Forever…a few times.
Waves pulse in us
Lose this world in a separate frequency
Tune out to never tune in again
I despise this captivity
I miss nights like this
When the façade’s trance is just a memory
Of a program I used to rot in.
Oh how the wind blows
Oh how the wind blows
Steady
There’s a moat around cloud castle
There stand throats channeling a vessel
As rotting wood absorbs moisture
It turns away from rooting in fears
The hypnagogic swing-set
The Seasons
Albeit rise of light
Shine on through an intricate screen
Outside world, air and sky
Blue to black
Internal golden bright significance
Delegating beyond harmonic symbiosis
Temporal awareness seething through sewn fabric
Moth’s lighting a narrow pale place
The walls become wings and the waves of the expanded being.
Sky blanket
Transversal latitudes of dust
Let the glacier be as is
The lion runs ahead and within.
Do not allow the code to be perceived as non-related.
A charge of duality
Merging lengths
The plus is manifesting the all and the linear is a swarm.
Standing to praise and idly glued to your seat
Watch the torment lurch into the streets
The calcified pineal releases its prisoner
Yet they never held these gems and so reset the stones to pillars of dust
A ceiling flips inside out and we sleep under the stars
Unable to ring out a drenched mind so sit in a car
Drive to the ends of yourself
There you will discover the depths that melt
Always forming
No mastered recording
Flinging our lives further into the dragon’s fire
There is no gold there is only treasure
What you’ll see might disappoint
Or divided cells may become re-conjoined
Grass in the snake as another dream is conjured
Bioremediation as condensation
Drops of dew cascade inside every creek and every crack
Fortunate blessings of a reckless abandon maintained within the atmosphere
Walking forward reaching back in time
Leading us to the same place we always get lost in
Labyrinth of illusion since indefinitely “we” have forgotten.
Sometimes when the blue grass waves at you it is inviting you up to gaze at the halls of the temple in the sky. The grass stands and the grass dances forming a gentle luscious tone that only the wind can orchestrate. Birds always telling and pointing you in more eloquent directions, singing songs from the tree that holds the meadow, knowing your goings, and delivering seeds ripe. Rationalize a more frequent recognition of everyone you know and all things you see. Those appearing before you might have grown out of one of those seeds.
Wherever we make plans to sit and eat this meal
Let it be a sunny day
Make the world shake in its boots
All the good and bad formed as a knot
Sell the rest to shorten the ties.
Laid to rest as soon as the eyes opened
Clicked on the tube and they stared right back
Transfixed on all creation
It’s life
We are.
We are more than a body with some thoughts.
A soul breathes truly immortal without any second guesses.
Break all the ice so we may swim in the sea.
The Sun is too hot, the wind is too thin.
The ripples from the nexus extend to drive further
We pretend to live and communicate
Drown us in a shallow sludge
Sending images into a black hole expecting your same face to look at you and explain what’s wrong, but what is wrong?
The feet you travel with tell no lies
Already, we are looking around for a distraction
No Silence as she sits in the room, sounding off an idea
A dream the others created isn’t real, not even to them
An expectation ascended to a higher plain of disillusion
The desolation speaks for itself
Must I glue back all the buildings?
Running full circle but everything is still
No short sight this time
Everything is real
Tolerate watching the oxygen rise to the surface
Burying again in my mind
Inches closer to the scorpion
Expecting a sting
Instead the sky blossoms open
The stars pour down into consciousness and the lungs are filled
A walk to the water yet there’s nothing there to drink
Crown of another forest king
Phalaris Aquatica. Bulbous canary grass.
Mid-Day harvest. One hundred and twenty-five grams of grass weighed fresh.
4 grams of Peganum Harmala seeds simmered with the grass-clippings for a few hours. Consumed on empty stomach.
Sharp clear beams of light
Grow brighter
Prisming into rainbows and pointy peaks of pure white spectrum
You want to walk
Keep walking
Often away from urban noise
To fields and trees
An experience close to other psychoactive compounds from entheogens
Its own experience entirely
A very relaxing way to end your day and soak in all that the mind tried to absorb
The potential seen in mere grass opens my mind to the many other possibilities nature has for us to unlock. It broadens my view of what life has to teach us and what we are meant for.
Wisdoms of a power plant teacher discussed with a friend.
Tunnel vision of green
Woods as womb
Phalaris stands echoing the ailments of forest senses where the forest does not grow
Guarding the tree towers it looks deep inside you
When winds swing through a hoop in your soul
Dancing ‘til the hoop is shed and elevating through terrestrial experiences to bring supreme styles to the next recital.
An explosion of truth surrounds the memories etched across your skin.
The beat carries with it the lies that lead you to choice.
A cloud confronts the Sun
Deeper green shades and forest voices collaborate, oozing the secrets of the nefesh
Considerably inappropriate depths of exploration for the ego; now silenced
A bright neon doorman clings his keys to his eyes unlocking more than the drawer, decidedly scribbling what can be found and passing a pen and paper through the murky transgressions of relief. A violet rose grows where nobody knows and I still mistake birds for monkeys. Then as depleted fixations blend into expressed data secretions, an opening is found as a bubble of oxygen expands breathing itself within your color code and surfacing at the completely opportune tenacity-gouged moment in time. Grasses guide all and that is a fact. External experiences become internal knowledge.
Phalaris, an ancient grass
Co-creator of space fungus and unveiler of future worlds
In a time before history had been recorded or conceived
The visions and untainted reaches of imagination sprung forth from all life
Intertwining conceptions before perception had been released
Away from the world of wonder
Data webs of affluent sculptures distilled within our minds
A fortified world detailed with splendid clock-towers and solid facts
Incapacitating us in a jewel one day to be delivered
Returning to the river where these bones spread forth.
Grass calls out to me in the twenty-first century
Imagine others who have walked this path in the past twenty million years
Phragmites, a dream sent
To address the
Futures
Of the soul
The machines of time
Molders of the past and present
Grinding gears inside the switches of illusion
The fragments of an intelligent parallel society
A shredded parcel fractalized inside duality
Creating a mirage of solid dimensions
A morning harvest of eight grams of fresh Phalaris Brachystachys aerial growth simmered for a whole day on low with two grams of Peganum Harmala seeds. The brew did not taste bad though it burned the throat a little. Effects came on immediately and seemed like it was the Peganum Harmala talking. After a nice gentle high and body load were felt for about thirty minutes, a wave of meditative trance came over me that was something in between lethargy and euphoria. Odd tears in the inner picture were observed, reminiscent of oil igniting on water. Visual waves that weaved the web of data nets around me streamed like alien alphabets on a computer screen. When visions did suffice, they were short lasted. This was a mild, content, enjoyable journey into a meditative canvas. Not everyone is fixated on ripping apart the intestines of a plant and choosing only the parts most delectable to cultural familiarity. Maybe using the plant as a whole or in its more organic un-extracted form is a true commitment to the entheogenic plant source mentioned. Concentrated extractions provide a heavier experience for some. Ingestion always lasts longer than smoking but much mental preparation must be completed before going into any consumable-DMT realm especially if working with Monoamine Oxidase Inhibitors.
To grow Phalaris is to grow your self. One must understand the enormous strength and potential of these Earth dwellers. Gratitude will suffice or surface eventually along the time-line. Resonating the right mixture of alkaloids in the right amounts may seem to be tricky if solely focused on pure DMT accumulation. Knowing that the way of the grass is available to tune you in to higher channels of ethereal frequencies will result in better worlds created by subversion.
One March morning,
I prepared a tea using four grams of Peganum Harmala seeds combined with twenty-two grams of fresh aerial growth from Phalaris Coerulescens. Simmered the brew for 45 min before straining off and re-added plant materials with the addition of more fresh clipped P. Coerulescens. Simmered down for another half hour. Began with around 500mL of water and the plant material, ended up with about a shot-glass worth of thick liquid.
Walked to the creek next to a huge field of Phalaris Arundinacea and proceeded to drink in 1...2…3 gulps! Wind picked up exceedingly as thoughts of the future of Phalaris rose to my mind. Observed nothing remarkable to note occurring in my body. Felt completely at ease and only focused on the medicine. Walked home and my life came back to realization:
This is what is happening now
So handle it now
When will you have the chance to re-live this?
The answer nobody knows
“Stay strong”, the grass tells me, and I do the best I can to listen.
Rue regenerates the soul
Peganum effects noticeable for a few hours, and anything associated with Phalaris diminished after two hours. I noticed more of a body load than usual. Enjoyable evening. Positive afterglow the next day and it seems the decoction did its job. There has been a considerable change in Phalaris effects if brewed “Ayahuasca-style” rather than Johnny Appleseed’s quick-boil routine. More lingering in a medicinal tone during the days after if brewed overnight. Quick-brews seem to not pull everything in the grass, though for beginner’s that may prove safest. Toxic properties located in the grass does not seem to be the case as only animals grazing sections in large amounts develop negative symptoms. A new set and setting should be brought forward, and currently that is what is happening. Certainly Phalaris grass is not dangerous to humans if coherently approached with safety, respect, and patience. That is a bold statement that we need to explore to the end of our life’s age. Deaths have been reported from the non-lethal Peyote tea (Lophophora Williamsii) and from Psilocybin mushrooms. Surely in the future, circumstances that will challenge the validation of all we have come to know about entheogenic plants and their widespread dispersal, will be designated selectively and synchronistictally voided in a particular location in time to diagnose the weaknesses of our liberated environment. The choice is yours to build your own facility of skepticism and fear.
Visions
Become
Eternal
Life
Feedback
Antennae
Receive
While in the San Joaquin valley in the first days of July, Psilocybe Ovoideocystidiada were consumed on an empty stomach followed by two or three bowls of the Cannabis strain “Ak-47”. Memorable daze. Waded around a river and eventually head to a nature trail, which looked similar to the Australian outback. The “peak” came and subsided with visuals surfacing through the daylight and kind revealing thoughts channeled the mushroom wisdom through my soul.
Kindness
Energy
We began to walk back to camp slowly but surely. Along the way, glistening silvery blue Phalaris Arundinacea was spotted amidst a thicket of shrubs and, after that, observed relatively common populations in heavily shaded parts of the stream. On the other side of the river, large Eucalypts guarded the grasses as they dream. A few handfuls were eaten fresh, and since I was dehydrated, the reed grass maintained hydration on the return walk. We came to a more rapid stint of the river where many boulders lay. Climbed atop and took in the ever-occurring ever-blossoming re-arranging planet around me. Deeper more vivid visions and information came with the wind. No one else in the group noticed anything of the sort and I attribute that to the alkaloids contained inside the Phalaris grass. Also, the colors in the visions were reminiscent of a smoked Phalaris extract from the Winter season.
Smoking seriously an estimated 5mg of November-harvested Phalaris Arundinacea extract with dried P. Arundinacea foliage underneath and Cannabis Sativa atop provided one of the more fancy deliveries of Phalaris expertise I have witnessed. First effects were immediate, not surprisingly jolting or anything, just a feeling of my soul easing itself within my vessel. Meditative “DMT-like” come-up with less body buzz than a pure extract from Mimosa Tenuiflora. This lasted five minutes and transitioned into the torso of the trip for near fifteen minutes. Those moments in between dimensions was characterized by revelatory thoughts about spirituality and my place amongst the stars.
A presence was detected and I turned my head. Effects seemed to increase with the moving of my neck and head. Deep breathing brought more of the DMT-essence but touched with uniquely Phalaris borne colors and designs. After twenty minutes, the dark, almost visionless journey, revved up to almost appear as if the room was bright and bleeding through my eyelids. I opened my eyes soon after feeling a push of small propulsion and feeling the grace of the grass gods caress all cells I inhabit. Overall body effects were relaxed, meditative, even fluffy. Visual effects were subtle but more so geared at archaic sketches blurred in the mists of time.
Smoking a Phalaris Arundinacea extract also from November (25mg and 40mg respectively) during the peak of a Psilocybe Cyanescens journey allowed me to view the novel “clockwork elves” crawling out of my eyes with shoots and ladders and constructing geometric monuments that were brightly colorful as well as eccentric, but I did not realize what that intimation could have possibly been until after the mushroom effects wore off. Another time-traveler who also smoked the crystalline extract experienced heightened open and closed eye visuals and mentioned a lost childhood memory popping into their head.
40mg crystallized alkaloids from November-harvested Phalaris Arundinacea wedged between Cannabis sp. and Artemisia Vulgaris herbs elicited a smooth catalyzation of normal sensory mechanisms. Effects noted soon after were a body buzz with the feeling of “pineal activation” and odd complex geometric shapes and flying visuals. With eyes closed, visions of forests, trees, snakes, and other winding blue, green, and red imagery danced so as the tides extend and slither away.
Phalaris Arundinacea, the Reed Canary Grass, crowned emperor of the Lysergic embargo.
Silent and still in the minds of the many
Swaying where the wind may blow
Digging its toes into the sands and mulched Earth barren or rich
From sea-shore to high mountain top
Leveling the plains of agricultural lands
Returning cattle souls to the creator
Weaving a shrine of dreams
To cast over and above the heads of malice and malignancy
Extinguishing the pitch of the death drum sacrificing the lands and peoples
The winter hag endues a starvation of light from above
Reeds return to their knees to think and prosper from the cold migration
Extending new daggers and spears from moist crust
Holding durability through the tornado lands or hurricane season
When the world seizes a fresh opportunity to cease the mind’s ego
Walk through the grass
Birds chirping and Sun blazing
We see a momentary shift in the stolen salvation sought by your true eye
The Phalaris frequencies seek quenched soil with a tamed Sun in the sky
Most regions with mild summers allow Phalaris to meet its true form
Potent
Those with the heat gag the ground the grass walks on
Sending them on a boat down shaded rivers and valley ravines
Coercing the reed-stands to grow by your side is by no means a pesky task
Eager to assist and guide you
The neon green spikes arise
A gleam of white flashes and for a second you undeniably see the fluorescence of reality dismantled to a simple spectrum with no causal proximity. Gliding through forests, streams, meadows, and plains; dying at sunset and dreaming in the dawn. A dusty telescope brushed off turns out to be an adjusting eyelid. Ecto-plasmic auras now display new transient signals that linger long after you think they’re gone and drag you down the most incredible routes of sheer comprehensive defiance. Grasses flowing across the Earth since the rumbles in time, share the knowledge of the aeons if you listen ever so slight. This invasive species yields anyone the ability to terminate the distractions that are simply weeds to be pulled out of your head. Earth, our Super Organism, shivers a dying shutter; the Phalaris grass raises its arm and asks the question, “Why this soon?”