i live in a hick town, harpers ferry west virginia, its way are
antiquated and everyone seems like they want to roleplay something or
other about histry, if you are into zen, this is not particularly
appealing, but on the brightside concealed within the aura of 1830s
boringness, there is one of the best systems of recycling i've ever
seen, there are recycling bins openly publically available here, and
even this huge coffin like looking recycling containers located behind
one of the old historical houses, next to some plants seedlings that
are marked to have been planted on 4/20
what i see among it all is the hippie spirit at work, in a camouflaged way.
you have to see through the supposed anger of people that is truly
from the past or assumptions about west virginia and realize the
entire thing is basically a museum and then it can be used to its full
my approach is i dont care about the past, i care about the earth
right now. i recycle and plant as many trees as possible.
everyone in town seems to be either trying to imitate erowid, and then
do it in the worst way, like a scientist constantly asking you how you
so much so that you can't really develop a strong feeling because you
are constantly being interrogated, and can't focus on the feeling, the
entheogenic faith is strong here as in all places, but as always if
you are truly serious its probably best to do it alone or with someone
who truly regards them with sanctity and doesn't try to direct it and
control the experience with their ego, only for the exterior social
aspect, and this can be hard to find.
or they are in some kind of youtube video, which references them, as
is the case with me, i didn't have a say that i would be included in
the video, apparently they just made one
probably it was some kind of alchemical plan which brought us all together
many community members have native american ancestry, cherokee,
choctaw, chickasaw so perhaps in a sense its also like a kind of
our goal as a community is to overcome the hang ups on the history,
which keeps up the aesthetic of colonialized, overblown monarchy,
focusing on all the hypocrisies of america, and basically making it
into a place of psychological bondage, and to bring the focus and
statement of the town more to nature, which it is totally surrounded
with, so much beauty, if you are not distracted and drawn in by the
letters and the signs, and have a clear enough mind to perceive it,
there is much to learn about nature here, and there are many fairies
and magical beings, who are not at all malevolent but very kind and
the only real fear is coming from the compulsion to continue the
stories of history and transform every into a history book, which
keeps those spirits unrested, and thus angers them. but thats not the
full true history, to really understand, you have to understand
america, what is it really about? its about freedom, its not about a
bunch of flags, its about living happily in the world without other
people trying to control your beliefs and what not
rather than repeat the history over and over again in a drama type
production i think we can actually continue the abolitionist work
here, which was began long ago, by liberating our own minds and
perceptions from the constrains of the system which is vampiric, and
leaving behind ignorance. Through meditation, leaving colonialization,
leaving monarchy all of this goes against what america is really about
we must remember, even the official manifestation of our government
today sadly goes against that because they have adopted a monarchial
aesthetic, of ruling over instead of working with, i believe the only
way to heal this wound is through the legalization of cannabis and the
end of the immature fear surrounding free thought, in which people
become paranoid and self regulate themselves when really there is no
reason to because free thought is what we should be having innovative
ideas and people willing to act on them and try to bring them into
existence, as long as they are not violent.
im just going to start yelling that at everyone
i will force them to relax
you wait and see
thats how wars should be fought they should just be running (or walking) up to
eachother, and telling eachother to relax and in the end the ones with
the most standing up still win but in a way the ones who are laying
down also win because
its not a bad position to be in
in the context of existence in general
thats the kind of 'civil' war i am talking about, and that still goes
on, obviously the place is a hotbed for psychological folk, once again
trying to shape us into stereotypical roles and ensure nothing large
ever changes but you know what?
it doesnt really effect us, we are relaxed, we go to the beaches, and
we protect them, we live a modern live, we walk the lower town area,
and it can be seen as a meditative labyrinth instead of a history
tour, and this elevates the experience to a state of kind of zen
because we have been revolutionary all of this had been set up for us.
it is like a psychological experiment, kind of like the world of
and because of ayahuasca, and they are like, Dee, you are a black
celt, thats the means by which you can overcome this harsh duality as
you walk through the town, and its what you've always felt in your
heart, this is a place where fairy history can be known to, and a
place sacred to Hekate.
this is the return of tir na nog and the end of the journey all the
synchronicities were they real? the connections to my true family, all
of that seems to live here,
it seems to be a miraculous mix of all the aspects of what i learned
joined with the old aspects that were in me and in recent years have
a real rainbow family, i sense my family among all the things of this
place, a fairy family, a spirit family, an anima family, a tribe, not
based on race, not based on blood, but just based on the fact that we
are here, natives of the present moment, and this is the means by
which we overcome the divisions which are assumed on us, which we must
wear and which are painted anachronistically upon the buildings. the
old lives anew, its not about history, its about the joy of it, the
spirit of it, the absurdity of it, once more i hear the joke, its not
at all serious, this life is not a all serious
finally i understand again, yet indeed, it is.
for even my friends are here, their ghosts, their shells, there is
max, he is the hannah's restaurant, where they come out yelling pagan
dude, though i am a woman and offer me food, and we smoke bowls in the
backroom and they talk about the bullshit distractions they are
putting in the news these days and the guy gropes the women like
bacchus from a greek painting its a bit alarming but they don't seem
to mind too much, and theres mel, she is next to the pizza restaurant,
in the window, looking stereotypical, i dont pass there too much
because next to the pizza restaurant on the other side is a mason
lodge, but i figure if you dont bother them, they dont bother you....
there is a orange van with the word gary painted on it, like the snail
from spongebob squarepants, because thats the kind of existence this
is, and then next to our home, upon the hill, theres the plastic
yellow ribbon symbolizing the video which references me, its straight
out of the videos...
so if we live here, it must be performance, this is ayahuasca
shamanism, but its not real, its too glitzy,
all of life is but a stage, i feel like a king here. its all so awkward.
and everyone is far away, but its art.
i'm the one who refuses to go the historical route, the traditional
route, i am the environmentalist, i am evolution, i am revolution, i
am the harpers ferry yoga scene.
this has been set up by the radical fairies, i am pretty sure. its
kind of sad realizing you can't really be alone, they will always be
you can't have recycling without reincarnation they say, but here we
are like the gods, we are the tuatha de danann, we carry the souls of
the dead, symbolized by recyclable materials after their death,
through the world of spirit and bring them to the recycling bins, but
the reincarnation will not be more of the same, it will be different
and i like to think for every new tree planted and everything
recycled, we are helping to break down past karmas even in ourselves,
and eventually create something amazing, we almost had it here, but it
was made sour by the movie type stuff happening, the behind the scenes
everytime we recycle we come closer to breaking free from these stereotypes.
we are not the ancient hebrews, or the ancient egyptians, nor the
ancient celts or the ancient africans but its their spirits we pass
through and help to be purified of the ego illusion and return to
oneness, as we do this the power of the stereotypes fade away, its no
longer about these labels, even hippie but just it has become relaxed,
we look at the absurdity of the world around us,
we thank the spirit of ireland, and we go on with the game.
knowing that it is the past, and what will arise our psyches because of it?
this is a place of the psyche.
it is said that most racism is psycholigical, and i believe thats
true, it takes a lot of patience sometimes, because people try to
even people within your own family, they want to believe racism
exists, but for me its more important to believe it doesnt exist...
it did in the past, we can't deny that, but now, not really, but to
really end it, we would have to leave this tradition of christianity.
and sadly no one is willing to do that, so all i have is myself and
these writings, writings of wanti, of the Goddess of the ultimate
reality, and the world beyond these bodies and this status quo. that
world lives here too.
we realize they just want to cause us stress to keep their system
going, but we refuse to be stressed, refuse to worry, only loving,
only loving, perhaps that makes us perverted, thats what they want to
force... thats the path they have magnetized, hoping everyone would
shirk away, or else actually become perverted,
they are the ones who cause the abuse, through their videos of voodoo,
and bring us to the moment of zen,
"One day while walking through the wilderness a man stumbled upon a
vicious tiger. He ran but soon came to the edge of a high cliff.
Desperate to save himself, he climbed down a vine and dangled over the
fatal precipice. As he hung there, two mice appeared from a hole in
the cliff and began gnawing on the vine. Suddenly, he noticed on the
vine a plump wild strawberry. He plucked it and popped it in his
mouth. It was incredibly delicious!"
though perhaps we'll never know the origins of the ones who have
organized this around us for sure, instead of complaining about it, we
can just enjoy life as much as possible.
accept it as something that is meant to keep us humble, even if it is
a bit uncomfortable at times. and perhaps it really is real magic,
having to do with twin spirits, and things.
but we will never become clones. judaism still lives here, thats all
that it means, we are kabbalistic, flying through the spiritual world,
but judaism is alive, in the chaotic way of the psyche.
light and dark are still seperated, though in a sense we have come
together also, what can we do now but surrender. hoping to be able to
disappear into obscurity again. having trust in the least likely
place, perhaps being misunderstood.
hinduism also lives here, because we know we cannot rule over the
earth, but must care and love all nature, and in the reincarnation
that happens, though hinduism is the same as paganism, hinduism has
more of an aura of morality, though in truth paganism is also moral
its just been spoken badly of by those who have been against it, we
accept all ways not just one, but all ways as manifestation of one.
the buddha also lives here, and the rainbow body, these are the secret
gifts of the spirit, folks and beings of many cultures live here. and
we do our best to be in harmony with nature, and we are
the pagan lives here...
even the yomo lives here. its only in words that light and dark are
separated because everywhere else they are coming together, words are
just words, but life is life, so much beyond words, so much beyond
names, names aren't important here, if you can see beyond that, then
you are in heaven, then you see the true miracle of judaism, was it
really the water that was separated or was it the words which were
made clear and thus the mind cleared and brought back to its original
freedom, and original intuitive morality of gentleness, without
thought of reward but just for the sake of gentleness.
christ lives here too and there is a secret harmony to it all, all the
meeting of all these dimensions, now we understand and the medicine
wheel is fulfilled, now coming as far as alaska, but undeniably right
here, the far away is here, by the blessing of Hecate all manner of
spirits together so diverse and yet digging in the same way, just as
so we live our lives, we pass on our joy we express our love and our
visions and yeah... we relax and realize its all infinite and
and perhaps most of all the Tree of Life lives here in harpers ferry
and verily everywhere! we can all come together in some way around
cannabis, hemp, just as it happened in the beginning, and feel its
sacred energy and just dig the mystery of this universe, in happiness
and peace, and love, and varying degrees of bohemia.
oh yeah and dischordianism lives here
and i think it must all be being controlled by www.feeteveryday.com
who are making the videos abut us and bringing us together
curses be to that side, taking things way too far and invading folks
privacy apparently this was set up years in advance.
I appeal to the people who do that for compassion, not trying to make
this into a reality, of forced incest and psychological rape
surrounding us everywhere, its not a good basis for our lives, nor is
it true paganism..