Tuesday, April 26, 2011
An ancient psychedelic mushroom called Soma, similar to amanita muscaria, was referred to in the Rig Veda as “The Creator of Gods” or “The God of Gods”, because it’s hallucinatory capabilities were thought to elevate ancient shamans to the plane of divinity and make them equal to deities. The juices from the stalk of the mushroom were extracted and made into a ritual drink which was passed around a sacred fire of worship under a full moon.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
EVERY PIECE OF CLOTHING EVER SHOULD BE COVERED IN SEQUINS, LACE, AND RAINBOWS
Friday, April 22, 2011
no-boys-allowed tribe of gypsy faerys with kaleidoscopic eyes, acid-washed souls, and feathers in their hair… who pick mushrooms by the moon and look for crystals under the desert sun. smeared with mica, henna, and body paint. popping pills, howling at the big glitter in the sky, and spinning under psychedelic stars. riding unicorns at the bottom of the ocean and smoking blunts on mars. we wear ceremonial animal costumes, worship the universe and the goddess inside while dancing and chanting around a roaring fire, drink soma and touch the face of god, run with wild horses, climb mountains covered with flowers, and take baths in tea. everything we do smells like incense and is covered in glitter and flecks of marijuana. we rise early and sing to the rising sun. we meditate in space. we do peyote with coyotes under the stars and blow bubbles with martians. the world is our peach and the juices are running down our faces and making us sticky with cosmic delight.
i know that the moon is slowly, slowly pulling out of the earth’s atmosphere. I know that it’s bigger than Pluto. I know that there’s a man in it who winks at me at night when I’m up to dirty business. I know that werewolves come out under a full moon. I know that there’s a tribe of green space gremlins who live on the moon and eat crystal rock candy, poop butterflies, and have glow-in-the-dark teeth.