I have been working my troll magic on 4chan.

https://boards.4chan.org/pol/thread/253376654

https://boards.4chan.org/pol/thread/253379321

https://boards.4chan.org/pol/thread/253331756#p253380044

https://boards.4chan.org/pol/thread/253379741

oddly enough the only post that really got folks thinking was the one which I got from this website:

https://theapolloniantransmission.com/2020/02/27/saturn-satan-set-and-tan/

This log is actually pretty cool. It has posts from many years ago, and then silence and then, it starts again, and I am once again in control of my diary. The picture above is exactly like one of the first mushroom trips I had in Valle.  There were these "huge" beings who watched me acting my life out like some kind of "show". Between a t.v. and a live-show. Funny it appears to other people, but I guess these "clowns" must be real and we get to see them AFTER dying. 

I am listening to this:

https://boards.4chan.org/pol/thread/252985541

Pretty interesting. I recommend. So... Coronavirus and quarantine. It's weird. Very weird. Otherworldly weird, like the mushroom trips. We are out of water again. Good thing I have learned to fill bottles with water for the toilet and washing dishes. I feel good. Everything is okay and yet, undoubtedly, NOTHING is okay. We are in the middle of an apocalyptic event. I am working for 16 dollars a day and although my company is actually pretty cool and giving me my salary during the quarantine, there is a certain irreality to the whole thing. 

I guess part of it is that we didn't all die in 2012. And then mom selling the house to send the money to Ethiopians. 

It all goes back to "evil" - specifically a very HUMAN evil that is hidden everywhere in plain sight. We are all looking for Illuminati masters ruling over us with evil intentions but what I see is that the ordinary everyday Joe is lost, immature, selfish and foolish. Then there are the really nefarious ones: the ones who chop up their brothers and sisters with machetes or feed their balls to pit-bulls. See those on the deep web and 4chan, occasionally. But Lycaeum and Deoxy are out and they are not coming back. It's like hope is gone out of the world... 

And then, walking down the road, I see a single dandelion growing through the concrete, and I know that everything will be okay. I have my marching orders: care for mom, and the kids (who are not kids anymore) although they are still kids, huh?

Coronavirus is a kind of blessing. Turtles return to the beaches. Folks can see the Himalayas. Although we still can't see the Izztlaccihuatl. My little town has changed little. The tianguis goes on as always. The tianguis will survive. 

But I am very far from making lots of ayahuasca ceremonies, eh?

So, I am here at home with the coronavirus quarantine being paid for not going to work. Weird. But I am very thankful to Carlos Slim and his voodoo economics. Things would be a whole lot worse if I had no money to survive. I take care of two teens, one elderly person and two cats. That's a lot of folks to take care of for one fat Mexican.

So my dreams of becoming an ayahuasca shaman were changed by realities and priorities based on my love for certain persons. And I found myself working for pennies in Mexico, and then in the middle of a world-wide pandemic, being paid by the very company that I was bitching about. Talk about a lesson in humility! Still, my plans to give ayahuasca ceremonies seem quite distant, and I have no clue as to how to finance them. I have written dozens of books, none of them sell. I have lots of "value" but I have no clue how to exploit it economically.  And I guess that's the lesson: money matters. 

So, beyond the coronavirus, and the evident and imminent economic collapse due to the pandemic, what is next? There is the lawsuit - which for the moment is in stasis because there is no functioning government offices in Mexico. There is the quest for a couple (romantic) of Bufo Alvarius toads to produce toadlings all over the city and sustainable toad environments. 

There is 5meoDMT and ayahuasca and mushrooms and San Pedro and other things. There is weed. And avocado trees. And music, and theatre and lots of fun stuff to do still on this planet. 

So, I turn on FB and Crimson Sinclair is talking live - just jive. About whores. Funny. 

And I look back and I sigh. Why am I not a millionaire?

Oh, yeah. Psychedelics.