La vie & le disciple

Un jeune disciple demande à son maître :
- Maître, je m’efforce à méditer jour et nuit.
J’apprends vos enseignements ainsi que celui des astres.
Je me lève avec la force du soleil et me couche avec le réveil de la sphère argentée.
Je contemple ce qui m’entoure sans jugement et m’extasie devant la beauté de la nature.
Pourtant je ne sens pas la vie couler à travers moi. Que faut-il que je fasse en plus ?

Le maître scrute son disciple avant de lui répondre :
-Pour vivre, il te faut apprendre à mourir.

Décontenancé à l’écoute des paroles du vieux sage, le disciple sortit du temple s’asseyant au pied d’un chêne millénaire.
De son pagne, il enlève sa ceinture tressée en chanvre et se pend à une branche de l’arbre.
Le soir venu, le sage sortant de son petit temple aperçoit son jeune disciple sans vie, se balançant dans le vide.

-Petit sot, tu n’as même pas prit exemple sur ce que ce chêne, auprès du quel tu t’asseyais ,
été comme hiver t’as appris.
La mort est indissociable de la vie.
Cela sera ta première leçon.

La marche funèbre

Des morts vivants avancent le regard dénué de vie sur une vaste étendue parsemée d’arbres majestueux frôlant les nuages de leurs cimes, de fleurs plus subliment les unes que les autres qui de leurs fragrances et de leurs couleurs éclatantes enivrent les sens, d’une végétation qui de ses atouts essaie de refléter de la gaieté dans les globes oculaires des marcheurs.

Ils traînent le pas, inlassablement, un pied devant l’autre.
La semelle de leurs godasses ne se détachent jamais complètement de l’herbe fraîche qui se jaunit sur leur passages.

Leur seul objectif est : D’avancer !

Dû au frottements incessants de leurs chaussures, une mélodie hypnotisante se composent, agressant l’oreille tel le va et vient d’une éponge sèche qu’on frotterait sur la surface d’un tableau noir.
Endormant les sens au point où les marcheurs n’entendent, ni ne perçoivent plus les diverses polyphonies de la vie qu’interprètent, les abeilles de leurs battements d’ailes ainsi que les oiseaux de leur chants emplies de liberté et de joie de vivre.
De leur main droite, ils se couvrent le visage.
Non pour regarder au loin mais pour se protéger de la lueur du soleil qui de ses rayons dévoileraient leur misères.
Les plus morts que vivant marchent et marchent sans prendre conscience de leurs existences.
Ils scandent en cœur comme sous l’effet d’une transe des:

« je veux »

Une fois que le ciel se drape du voile noir de la nuit, les morts vivants ne se préparent pas à aller se coucher.

Non.

Ils entament une danse silencieuse, leurs mouvements sont synchroniser.
Les mains posées sur les fronts vont d’un geste saccadés, chercher la poche droite de leur pantalon.
A l’unisson, des millions d’objets sortent du fond des leurs poches, illuminant ainsi leurs visages pâles et blafards à faire pâlir la lueur réconfortante de la lune.

Les marcheurs ne se soucient guère des astres, ils veulent avancer tout en restant sur place, ce laissant guider au grès des choix proposés sur leurs boîtiers à la lumière bleutée.
Leurs doigts semblent se détacher de leurs mains, s’envolant tels des oiseaux vers le ciel étoilé pour atterrir en piquet sur l’écran tactile afin d’y confirmer ses choix.
Les informations, la presse people, le shopping en ligne, les ragots sur les réseaux sociaux, les théories de conspirations, le streaming, les jeux en tout genre tout n’est que prétexte pour s’arrêter.

Marcher, avancer et quand on s’arrête……

Consommer !


Une fois l’aube repeignant l’horizon annonçant la venue de l’astre de vie, les morts rangent leurs biens dans leurs poches, mettent une main sur le front et de leur marche funèbre s’en vont répéter cette éternelle ritournelle.

Getting Tea-Drunk - The Unknown Psychoactivity of Tea (Camellia Sinensis)

In the West since we have not really grown up surrounded by a true tea culture, we have been quite unaware of the fact that tea can be quite psychoactive. When I speak of Tea I am talking about the Real Tea-Plant Camellia Sinensis.

Tea not only contains caffeine which makes it a stimulant, but it also contains a rather unique amino acid, L-Theanine that is pretty much exclusively found in the tea plant within nature. What is interesting about this compound is that it crosses the blood-brain barrier and works synergistic with caffeine reducing the latters negative effects, while at the same time theanine induces relaxation and promotes alpha-brain waves inducing a more meditative state.

Furthermore 2 other compounds are prime-targets for further research into their potential psychoactivity.

But Tea also contains Catechins which actually bind to the CB1 and CB2 cannabinoid receptors within our Bodies, promoting relaxation, euphoria, mild psychoactivity.

What is also interesting is that Tea is not simply Tea but bares striking resemblance to C.Sativa in its diversity. With many Cultivars cultivated across the Globe, each Plant containing a unique and complex terpene and volatile essential oil profile similar to the complexity found in cannabis with all its varying strains and differing psychoactive effects the differences being connected to different terpene profiles and the interactions of those together with the other cannabinoids produces the unique effect of each strain.

Tea contains similarly complex terpene profiles, which surely play a contributing role in modulating its effects/psychoactivy.

The psychoactivity of tea is not a myth, in cultures where tea is cultivated and part of every-day life, this very consciousness altering effect very similar to cannabis is what made tea such a loved brew.

To experience these effects High-Quality White Teas and Pu Erh Teas are quite consistent in delivering a satisfying effect. Do not even bother trying to get an effect out of tea using a tea bag. They are western abominations and basically the equivalent of someone selling you a strain of weed that doesn't get you high.

One needs to consume larger quanities and the method of Brewing should be a traditional asian method. Main Difference being, the use of real high quality leaf andbrewing much larger quantities of leaf compared to western style brewing. minimum 5grams/100ml(If you want to get tea drunk even go 10grams/100ml) whereas in western style brewing or tea bag style brewing it is roughly only 0.8grams/100ml. (Important to Note: More leaf is used but the leaf is repeatedly reinfused for several rounds. With a good high quality pu erh tea you can get about 20 infusions out of 5grams/100ml. (Infusion Time is 10-20 seconds then add 5-10 seconds for each further round)

Savour the Taste and Aromas while you enjoy many cups of evolving fragrances and delights. Midway you will begin feeling the tea spirit taking hold of your consciousness. Much Fun Getting Tea-Drunk, it is great if experienced together with someone else, it is quite euphoric and giddy at times.

Finally I will leave you all with a youtube video that gets more into detail about getting "Tea-Drunk"

Gong Fu Style Brewing- Properly Prepare a Tea

Gong Fu Style Brewing- Properly Prepare a Tea

 
Pu Erh Zhaijichafang Wild 2015. Spring pickings gorgeous magical tea especially if brewed gong fu style, got it from a passionate local tea shop here in luxembourg selling some top-notch quality teas for those who know how to appreciate high-quality leaf! Many thanks to    tea&more-luxembourg    super delicious and exotic pu erh, fresh, green, woody, smoky, fruity, refreshingly bitter yet not turning super dry. Gorgeous experience recommend checking out their teas and learn how to brew proper tea and get yourself pleasantly tea drunk ;)

Pu Erh Zhaijichafang Wild 2015. Spring pickings gorgeous magical tea especially if brewed gong fu style, got it from a passionate local tea shop here in luxembourg selling some top-notch quality teas for those who know how to appreciate high-quality leaf! Many thanks to tea&more-luxembourg super delicious and exotic pu erh, fresh, green, woody, smoky, fruity, refreshingly bitter yet not turning super dry. Gorgeous experience recommend checking out their teas and learn how to brew proper tea and get yourself pleasantly tea drunk ;)

Let your old skin fall away

Let your old skin fall away
Transformation is on its way
Feel how it gets tighter than tight
Break free from the fight

Inner fire burns down the self-pity
You don’t have to conform to the blindness of the city
Break free from everything you thought to be
Your heart is shining, you are already free 

Freedom is nothing to gain
No destination, nothing to retain
What we are can’t be touched
But emotions and thoughts can be watched

Don’t try to look perfectly sane
Sometimes you just sit with the pain
We all feel that we are alone
In oneness we all sit on the throne 

Let’s forget ourselves in the miracle to be
Let’s just open our eyes and see
The beauty within is priceless
Why would we choose a life that is lifeless? 

Let your old skin fall away
Transformation is on its way
Feel how it gets tighter than tight
Break free from the fight

M.T

Magnicifent Rose from our garden

Magnicifent Rose from our garden

The Travelling Rosemary Bush

I recently got into contact with a fellow Wizard and creator of “A Beards Treat”. We had been acquainted through social media already, but a few weeks back I finally had the pleasure to meet him personally. A truly heartwarming exchange and connection that flowed between the both of us. In our talks we both shared about our love for gardening and he then came to mention a Rosemary Bush he had growing at his place.

This article is dedicated to that Bush. For it is no ordinary Rosemary. This one has a weird passion for traveling. Unique to a plant I must say, for this one has sunk its roots in several places over the course of its life. An old soul Rosemary which seems to share a very profound lesson in the subtlety of its being.

One of the important lessons that plants and trees teach us if we dare listen to them and observe them carefully, is the subtle trust that life has planted you in the right spot. They have no ability to run away or travel to another spot. Yet without going anywhere they are surrounded and filled with life.

The Rosemary Bush is the one on the Bottom Left in the Corner.

The Rosemary Bush is the one on the Bottom Left in the Corner.

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All that they need is brought to them, be it storms to make them stronger, sunshine to make them grow, the onslaught of predators or the pleasure of protective company.

They rest in the here and now, and allow the stream of life to bring them what they need. When storms come, they do not yearn for sun, but they embrace the storm digging their roots deep in the soil.

YET this Rosemary teaches us another valuable lesson. That even if you are rooted in the ground, life might take you on travels through means you could never have achieved on your own. For this Bush was discovered several years ago by Chris the Wizard growing huge at an abandoned property, it was love at first sight, so much so that he returned the next day with a friend and dug her out to take her home.

She spent the last 2-3 years with him in his garden, now he is leaving the country and mentioned that he still had the bush and would be happy if she would find a new home with someone who would take care of her. Hearing her story, the energy of that Rosemary felt so vibrant and alive that I offered without hesitation to take her.

Encountering her in his garden, she was a big wild looking Bush. I’d say a Diameter of one meter in width at least, not very tall though with gnarly thick woody branches. A rough aura as if she originated in some strange mystical forest. We dug her out together and I then took her home with me.

Once at home, we picked her spot and then decided to give her a solid haircut and pruning, to help promote new growth and rejuvenation.I Kept the branches I cut and might attempt to do an essential oil distillation on those parts.

Writing this article now, a week has passed since transplanting her, pruning her and giving her time to adapt to her new spot. And from the feels of it she has taken to the rough treatment fairly well, doesn’t show any signs of stress and is glowing with an aura of utmost satisfaction.

I wonder if she will travel some more during her lifespan in the many years yet to come. But up to then I am looking forward to sharing and spending my time with her as a companion in our humble garden and looking forward to the lessons she might further teach and share.

I also received a sample from the Wizard his creations. And will be writing a review about his product. It is a super awesome Beard Oil Set, crafted from organic material sourced locally entirely from Luxembourg.
If You are interested feel free to check out his page “A Beards Treat”

Brownie enjoys her Energy as well, chilling next to her.

Brownie enjoys her Energy as well, chilling next to her.

Ecriture libre

Une pièce, un miroir qui reflète les déboires endurés par un corps marqué par le désespoir.
Le dragon a une mâchoire édentée pour mieux avaler les aliments hyper transformés, le preux chevalier n’en fera qu’une seul bouchée.
Mastiqué de nos dents, le matériel issu du désir, on en oublie que la nourriture à la base se doit d’être saine et un plaisir.

On préfère l’industrie de notre monde moderne.
Les mains des citadins deviennent fripées et ternes, elles ne touchent plus la terre de notre mère nourricière mise à part lorsqu’ils seront 6pieds sous terre.

Procrastination et fainéantise sont devenus les maîtres mots.
Autosuffisance tel est la hantise de ceux qui sont la proie de ces terribles maux.
Obésité, diabète et j’en passe, il paraît que nos enfants deviennent de plus en plus gros ?
Les intrants chimiques dérèglent notre être ainsi que la planète qui nous a vu naître.

Où ce trouve la frontière entre la raison et la folie meurtrière?

L’Amazonie part en fumée, plus de la moitié des espèces, d’extinctions sont menacées.
Le niveau de la mer ne cesse de monter ; faudra t-il construire une arche tel Noé.
Je ne pense pas, la fureur de Yahvé restera ignoré.

Je songe à tout ces gens affalés sur leurs canapés, attendant l’avènement de la 5G.
Société de surCONsommation, on traite la nature comme une victime de camps de concentration.

Avez-vous remarquez ? Gaïa tire sans coups de sommation.

Tremblement de terre, Tsunami, sécheresse, certes elle détruit en équilibrant la balance pourtant nous lui somme indifférent.

Espèce sois disant évolué. Espèce qui se voue au progrès !

Nous ne sommes point ses maîtres, plutôt les gardiens de la terre, soyons les serviteurs d’une grande dame qui saura nous récompenser pour notre juste valeur.
Plantez, cultivez, partagez !!
Le bonheur ne se trouvera jamais dans un supermarché.

Columba Dubh


Our Perfect Brokenness

When we still want to become stronger/better, we are kind of overshadowing the inherent strength/perfection that is already there.

I can only put it as such, the strong clarity of the things you don't want or want to improve/change, are the grinding paper which is grinding down the interest in those very same wants/wishes.

The purpose of it is for us to realize that: "We have to let go of what we want, to be open to what we already receive each moment."

When we finally are tired and exhausted of wanting better since we do not know how to reach "better", we at some point relax into our brokenness. Many struggle an entire life time never reaching that point. But that is where we ultimately all arrive at.

Then our wants/wishes transform and instead we act our will.

For we lose the self-importance in our wanting to achieve that which is our potential, and what remains is the potential achieving itself once that resistance is gone (the resistance being self-importance/self-narrative/self-concept).

We somehow realize that we are not in control of ourselves and can't control our getting better or our growth or even how we appear to be.

Once we fully stop in our tracks in the space of no control we realize that "HERE" is where I am actually most in control but not by doing control.

Rather the monkey mind self-talk seems to transform into no longer being a bully which tears us apart, but more and more becomes the joker whose attempts at making us feel insecure or fitting us in a positive/negative box are laughed at.

The parts that still emotionally affect/trigger us, get less intense, since we no longer tell ourselves we are not supposed to feel that way, and through allowing the feeling to be part of our human nature, our humanity, we allow our own imperfection to arise and express, while we hold it in gentle non-judgment as our own inner parent.

This also opens up more and more the feeling that no matter how broken someone is in front of you, you realize that's just you in the Past and we allow them to be broken as broken as they need to be, without telling them they need to get better or do something about it.

If I meet someone that's depressed and they tell me they are suffering a depression, I smile and say that I have no problem with that, I tell them who wouldn't be sometimes depressed in life? I do not join them in their fight against something that is their friend, I make them aware that depression is not fighting them, it is their own dear friend paying a visit with a gift to hand to them if they allowed the guest the hospitality he deserves.

Once they no longer see their own brokenness as a disease in that space they are able to simply feel depressed without fighting it and it just clears up.

Being permitted to be depressed around you, gives them a feeling of home and space in which they realize they do not need to fake a smile or be perfect, but they can sit there with the shittiest frown on their face and just be.

If you allow yourself to be that without resistance or fighting it, all those feelings become the natural fertilizer of your own growth instead of the seeming obstacles.

Trying to put into words a super subtle point which is more of an experience that happened to me over time, and only in retrospect do I realize what was happening during that process.

Knowing or realizing that ultimately what I want is already Here through that process.

What I really want and always have truly wanted even if I could not admit it to myself, was just to Be here, standing in Life.

What we really want is namely not something we could want consciously.

It is realizing that all our wanting is only capable of wanting what it knows.

What I really want, I do not know or can not know.

For What I want or everyone wants, is a surprise.

And that is occurring all the time, except we miss it like idiots since we are looking for that which we think we know we want.

Short Resume in a different dimension of the above:

[You must lose your mind to be able to see the strangeness of reality.

For if you saw that reality was stranger than fiction while holding on to your mind, you certainly will lose it, but in the most destructive meaning of the expression.

No mind can hold reality, it will go insane if it were to witness even a fraction of it and try to make ends meets logically. In a way that you will be running around with an insane mind not knowing how to lose it anymore.]

-Ravenking

Dawn erupting out of the Darkest Night

Dawn erupting out of the Darkest Night

A small section of our Herb Patch.

A small section of our Herb Patch.

Just look at that color and texture, seductive, velvety and delicate.

Just look at that color and texture, seductive, velvety and delicate.

One of our Ground-Cover Roses, humble beauty.

One of our Ground-Cover Roses, humble beauty.

Painting Acrylic, Ravenking

Painting Acrylic, Ravenking

Watercolor by Mater Terra

Watercolor by Mater Terra

Portugal, Travels

Portugal, Travels

Brownie my Soul-Brother

Brownie my Soul-Brother

New Moon Revelations 1# & 2#

1#
Really meeting heart to heart
Truly allowing what we are
With all our imperfections
All the colors of our beings
Endless beginnings and ends
Constantly transforming artworks
Breaking our hearts open
Again and again
In wholeness, burning lies into the Unknown
Raw fire of terrible beauty
For every now is an adventure
In the everpresent perfect heart <3

-By Mater Terra


Who keeps filling the cups? Ravenqueen “Mater Terra” With the “Ravenking”

Who keeps filling the cups? Ravenqueen “Mater Terra” With the “Ravenking”

 
Forest Air, Bubbly Wine

Forest Air, Bubbly Wine

2 Whole Hearts Creating a Greater Whole

2 Whole Hearts Creating a Greater Whole

2#
With one Eye I see Horror and Terror.
With my Other Eye I see Love and Beauty.

With Two Eyes Made One I see a Terrifying Beauty which we call the eternal moment dancing the dance of eternal death in the forms and shapes and colors it produces nourishing the eternal life and flame of soul that we are.

Unity shattered into an infinity of pieces, never meant to be glued together, but continuously broken so that the spark of wholeness can ever transcend the pieces, cutting and slicing it in ever finer facets of the diamond/gemstone that you are.

Knowing drowning in the Sea of my Not Knowing.
My Not Knowing drowning in the Sea of my Ever Present Knowing.

My Flame burns bright within my heart, feeding upon the rainbow stained glass we call life in all its forms, forever illumined by the wholeness that we are.
It is only by seeing that which is Death, can we ever understand or come to know Life.

In each death there dies somewhere truthfully but only an empty lie. Death is the dissolver of boundaries, the breaker of limitation, he grants you the marvelous wardrobe of ever new forms to live in, as you pass through the tunnel of death, actually transforming.
With One Eye I see Horror and Terror and all is but Lies.
With the Other Eye I see Love and Beauty, even the ugly makes me swing higher onto cloud nine and above in my hearts inner temple.

Both Eyes made one I see Truth above all. The One. The Unknown. The Terrifying Beauty. The Beauty of Terror and the Terror of Beauty. The love for the lie and the greater love to let it die when seen with truthful EYES-I's. My I is Legion. It is One and it is Many.

-By Ravenking

Our Natural State

Truth is unique, we stumble upon our own truth, and then we make that for a while absolute and try to offer it to everyone actually distorting it back into a lie while still doing so.

BUT hopefully, eventually then we see that that truth was not a fact, but more so a state! And that all that brought you there was not yourself, but yourself falling into little metaphors of it until you touched something for a short glimpse.

All those small glimpses add up until you realize you have merely fallen into your natural state instead of acquiring any truth at all.

At that point we let our grip go from the last vestiges of our own beliefs that were trying to force it on others in that weird shape we put it into initially.

And we allow ourselves to be the natural state and relax into being able to allow IT to communicate the relevant metaphors that are fitting to the situation, which come spontaneously when we allow ourselves to finally relate to the world by fully listening and not being afraid of becoming entirely what the other is. To hear what it is they say beyond the words and to become them, and then to allow the natural state to speak and answer that which is unknown until you speak it.

Truth is nothing but your natural state in which you can finally relate to life in all its uniqueness as YOU and for once also as completely the OTHER without feeling separated due to it..

Before the natural state we are just relating to our own self-image basically.

-Ravenking

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"Cheap Porn" and "The Symbology Of A Raven"

Cheap Porn

The Masses are lost watching cheap porn, their souls wasting away in cybernetic superficiality, their hearts dying in a cold hell, waiting to be finally completely broken.

I don't need your Cheap Porn, cause "I am" the Most Porno Thing There is, I am filled by my own eroticism and I am in love with the pulsations of that which is alive.

I drool not at the celebrities fake display of distorted beauty veiling an inward monstrous, parasitic soul.

I bask in the radiance of my hearts inward and outward majestic opulence. Dripping with royal amrita and drunk on the wine of soma, that enraptures me to the presence of that presence which transgresses the distortions of a fallen humanity.

Transcending its limitations one broken-heart at a time.


The Symbology Of A Raven

A raven is the bringer of fire, the guardian to death. And most of all he is never a liar. His call might be coarse and unpleasant compared to many a songbird one hears, yet despite his rough tone and his dark reverberations never a lie leaves his tongue, and each syllable he speaks with truth beautifully glittering.

He sometimes thieves and steals our shiny things, but only to leave us a message to let old things die, and let them go, hoarding them is a waste of gold, the gold that you are free from all things.

-Texts by Ravenking

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