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:
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?
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