Where do I go from the alien agenda? Only backwards, I suppose.

Many years prior to 2012, probably the best thing I read which brought together intelligently and cohesively the stops along the journey that I personally felt placed upon by unknown forces, was Daniel Pinchbeck’s 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl. I have a lot of respect for Pinchbeck, despite his appearance, which is not designed to capture a following beyond the artistic fold, but in some sense, he’s the Obama of the alternative reality.

By this I mean, he can’t ‘do it’ alone and the majority might not agree with where he’s going or has gone with what seems to be, primarily, an extraordinary ability to articulate worthy concepts and thoughts. I was much impressed with his evolver.net at its inception, because it allowed people to interject into a blog of consciousness building through the sharing of personal experience and thoughts. I found it to be an extraordinary ‘gift’ of sorts to those awakening in their own way to come together in the virtual realm.

I don’t wish to negate his efforts at all; however, it now seems to have merged into his realitysandwich.com site, which for me is much more esoteric than is practical given the underpinnings of the message he once channeled allegedly from Quetzalcoatl. I still bop in every now and again and know Pinchbeck is still very much committed to the ultimate cause, but I find the general take away too esoteric for the most part, so much so, that I don’t feel ‘fed’ as much as I’d hoped for, once upon a time, with regard to the edgy reality he originally stood for when writing about 2012.

Now, 2012 has come and gone, and Pinchbeck has at least one child to feed, so I’m not going after him personally in this seeming critique – not at all, because he’s done much more than most of us, as it stands, but we need more than creative ‘bread and circuses’ don’t we?

Maybe not, maybe that’s as good as it gets, in all truth, I don’t know – I mean, it’s a process and maybe that’s the process we need to engage in, but as far as any immediate itch that might need to be scratched, it feels like a light weight loofah to me. I mean it might remove some of the dead skin, but it’s not getting into the subterranean any time soon. Not saying it won’t eventually, but God knows how long that might take. And, I wonder, do we have that much time?

Then again, what are ‘we’ trying to accomplish? I mean, I share Pinchbeck’s pain, and I know he still lives in something like a state of pain from my bopping in every now and again, so certainly I’m not trying to hold him to the task of savior. I’m ‘just sayin’, as we used to say.

So, maybe that explains my own foray into blogging here, I don’t know. Maybe I just want to ‘talk turkey’ a bit more than Pinchbeck seems inclined to do, but then again, I haven’t suffered the wrath of critics as he has and I’m not the cultured artist that he is either.

I must say one thing it did inspire in me, and I daresay countless others from what I understand, is an interest in ayahuasca. I just ordered a new book that speaks of the experience with this new mecca of the soul many are taking to the Amazon to undergo the vine experience with Shamans there and intend to give a book report once I’ve read that piece.

I’ve also been directed to listen to Terence McKenna through my attention to Pinchbeck and to return to my formerly only errant experience with shrooms, because I’m not so compelled as to buy a ticket to the jungle and although it might be a slightly different trip that psilocybin puts me on, it’s the much more accessible alternative to ayahuasca.

I’ve yet to take the ‘heroic dose’ of five grams recommended by McKenna, however, and my three gram trip is still haunting me and egging me on, but I’m cautiously waiting for a sense of the ‘right time’ to take it to the next level. I did ‘get an ‘A’ on my last/ three gram trip, as in, I saw a lot of As out in nature, mostly carved on trees, but also one on a stone I found on the beach and others made of fallen limbs, and crazily enough it continues to this day (some seven months later).

It wouldn’t be so crazy to me if the very first one I saw didn’t cause me to proclaim “I got an A!” and feeling that to be the case with regard to my adventures toward shrooming. Tripping, mind you, is not the regular experience – these things are profound in that state and while it appears that someone long ago had a propensity for carving solitary As on trees along the trail I was on, I’ve noticed them without looking for them on other trails, since, while not tripping. ‘Universe’ is definitely f*&king with me.

At one point, I proclaimed that if I saw another A, I’d have to take them seriously and soon thereafter came across this one that made me feel undeniably astounded. Admittedly, there are As everywhere out there in the woods – go on, look for them and you’ll see, but I still feel that there is some sort of encouragement for me personally in seeing them. I’ll have to post a picture of the stone I found on the beach, because it’s a humdinger.

So, anyway, McKenna is a major voice, too bad he passed away prematurely. He’d have been a great guy to have around now. But, all we can do is listen and learn and apply what he had to say and maybe it’s important that he said what he did before the heat got turned up and on high, because it reminds us that this shit is not new, it’s been a long time coming. You’d think he was among us now the way he talks. I like to listen to him on youtube – just kick back and suck it up because he was a great orator, one of the best in my experience. And, I think he has/had good and important things to say.

So - hats off to Pinchbeck – that’s absolute, but I think we all need to think about what we might add to what he started and he’d probably like that, too.