Ibiza Island of dreamers

Well this is my first real trip abraod, the agrophobia still sweeps through me, but I can let it pass by, without too much tingling.

I am alone mostly even here in the party capital, although I know I am and can never be truly alone.
I wish I could find the will to develop new wings, spread love and hope.My old wings are feeling tattered, torn, shred from my skeletal like a reptile. It is my wish although darkened with depression, to reveal new born hope, found here in this space time continuim, amongst this Tribe my global home, where I do not visit half as much as I should.

Thank you to my friends here, especially Bard for helping me to find myself, the confidence to look to the skies and beyond, we are merely visitors, we have nothing to fear really.
2012 our time is near, the `time´ shall be non existent.
Our time is now
We shall be reborn, transcendent souls carried high into the firmament.

Looking for The Keys to the Kingdom? The Philosophers Stone? check out 'The Mckenna Toolbox'

"The Movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasants heart on the hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the living Mother".
'Ulysses' - James Joyce,1922.

Just wanted to share this quote from my current persistent mind melding author, Joyce, brought to me by the one & only Mr Terence Mckenna, was there anything that man didn't manage to point us to before his elf transformation, became his self actualization.
Let his incandescence wash over us each & everyone. Forever grateful I shall be to that man that laughed that laugh, & saved me. He stood up to be counted against all adversity, he spoke up where others dared not, he trawled all corners of the earth with his dear Brother to find some answers an boy did they find some.They set out on their quest, not knowing where it would lead, they endured criticism and condemnation, that would have broken the best of us, soldiers of the soul, strong in one another they brought back the alchemist toolbox.

These men carried back on weary shoulders the philosophers stone, dropped it right into this crippling culture, bare & unfolded for us all to see, not with eyes but with vision, the message spread & grew and now look 2012 is near upon us and who holds the key? Not the powers that be, but those with the courage & determination to see this 'human' life through a transformation, a transcendental self transforming elevation, above and beyond mans wildest dreams. The Age of Aquarius is upon us, lets ride the storm together as one,
So here goes this is the stance I'm taking to me this man was and still is a Messiah, the second coming? I couldn't think of a more deserved man to wear that crown, except I believe James Joyce was the second, & Terence the third, to me to my mind I see no reason why this cannot be. So here I stand with my conviction, and beliefs, he carried the message to a higher cosmic conscious, a burning light, let it shine forever.

The keys to the kingdom have been found, they were never truly lost, you too can find them, they're in 'The Mckenna Toolbox ' if you care to take a look.
Peace & Mercurial Light

WAKEY WAKEY SLEEPY HEAD, ITS TIME FOR TEA

hey it doesnt half feel strange (in a good way you understand)

Now I can communicate with people verbally as well as consciously, I've been recalling my dream so long know, here in my room where i can see the ever changing skies bringing me my visitors or alone with my dog, on a mossy riverbank for 3 years or more. Fully engulfed, (gave up everything to dream my dream, all kinds of negative forces trying to keep me from the truth) fighting like a drowning man, gasping for air as they smile to your face, when they are really afraid of who your becoming. Mentally ill, schizophrenic, push her back under whilst no ones looking. Its the fear of what they cant see haven't yet grasped refusing to answer the cry from within their own souls. Thats ok, not their fault, just how things are. My persistence in my beliefs hopes & dreams for mankind are being answered, right here, right now, this is reality, for there is only ever 'this' moment. My fellow travellers here on this highway. My reward which I give thanks for is this realising I may be alone in my daily cloak, but when I dream I am with you all & you with me. Gifts of faith, oneness & knowing, that my hallucination is true, thats all I ever need to know, so thank you all.

If we hold on tight to our dream/s keeping the flame alit no matter how small or weak, the power is held inside eternal light forged pure ephemeral. When it doth unfold, the stone shall reveal the true nature of our dreams to burn as eternal light across all time & existence, safely harnessed & nourished until the cycle fragments to be born anew. Over & over, like that monkey with the minature c-S-ymbol.

We are about to be rewarded the greatest of gifts. just as we were promised, so great we shall be struck with awe and beauty we shall cease to recognise ourselves, we shall cast off this borrowed costume. For in Gaia's magnificence a new era will be born. Swollowed up like that drop in the ocean: kerplunk: the stone will fold, carrying us on & on our magnificent journey.

Cup your ear, listen carefully now. deeper now listen well, for deep within the drummer beats an awakening rhythm, low low so far far away, the repetition, calling sound awake awake, the nightmares ending. See this, come hither minds join together. Lullaby sweet & low tell these children of Gaia tis time to go. There there my dear she's coming too, a cockerel crows its final lament, the final dawn chorus majestic, heaven sent. All the birds of the air fell a sighing and a sobbing when the heard the bell toll, for that poor cock robin. Like the phoenix from the ashes, he will rise again. That Michael Finnigan, begin again, begin again. For that whisker that grows on his chin again will surely be blown right back in again,

Oh I keep forgetting that message, I know its here somewhere, wait a minute I'll take a look, as Humpty Dumpty looks down to see what is to see. He tumbles & falls off that great wall, he cracked his head poor fellow, slipping in & out slipping over & over, he rubs his head, my my my heads is cracked, now why be that? Closing his eyes trying not slip any further, a pounding sound pulsates from, from? within? Blinking awakening he opens his eyes, 'da je vous' feels the same to us all. Wait a minute I have the strangest feeling I;ve been here before, but how? sorely head pain, ? did I have a fall, looks up at the wall. Lifeforce is rushing up now, that pounding sound from within, was sure i could hearing someone calling my name, wake up humpty for its time to begin, begin? Wake up your alive, so how and why did I DIE, You fell off that wall n cracked your head, ah yes its coming back to me now, there was something, something I was trying to recall, then, then, came the fall, its ok its all gone away, for on trying to remember was that it, that all? Must have been dreaming ah well, dont we all. Now I'm awake I cant quite recall. O well who cares where i have been, no matter at all. I;ll go back to sleep, & when I wake up, it will be from this nightmare of history, culture an all. For that is all it is, a nightmare and you know, and we know what we think of them dont we, we do, go way with ya we do an all. We just smile and say hey, come on now tis time to wake up, you were only dreaming, a bad, and with the click of his heels, he was right back home again.



This message has been the only message that I could hear. That and a familiar mans gentle laughter at any preposterous nonsense to make me believe otherwise, thanks Terrence for always being by myside these years of being alone, my personal little self transformed elf. lucky lucky you ; )