Category: Seminary

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An invaluable shamanic lesson from the Ancestors … don’t believe me?  Then no need to try it.  But, for those who wish to reveal the length and breadth of their Spirit Greatness, listen and RE-MEMBER.

Aloha Ke Akua

THE ERA OF INFORMATIONAL IMPATIENCE

I frequently lament a particularly prevalent pathology of our time – our extreme impatience with the dynamic process of attaining knowledge and transmuting it into wisdom. We want to have the knowledge, as if it were a static object, but we don’t want to do the work of claiming it – and so we reach for simulacra that compress complex ideas into listicles and two-minute animated explainers.

“The goal to be reached is the mind’s insight into what knowing is. Impatience asks for the impossible, wants to reach the goal without the means of getting there. The length of the journey has to be borne with, for every moment is necessary; and again we must halt at every stage, for each is itself a complete individual form, and is fully and finally considered only so far as its determinate character is taken and dealt with as a rounded and concrete whole, or only so far as the whole is looked at in the light of the special and peculiar character which this determination gives it. Because the substance of individual mind, nay, more, because the universal mind at work in the world (Weltgeist), has had the patience to go through these forms in the long stretch of time’s extent, and to take upon itself the prodigious labour of the world’s history, where it bodied forth in each form the entire content of itself, as each is capable of presenting it; and because by nothing less could that all-pervading mind ever manage to become conscious of what itself is – for that reason, the individual mind … cannot expect by less toil to grasp what its own substance contains.”

The dismal fact is that self-respect has nothing to do with the approval of others — who are, after all, deceived easily enough; has nothing to do with reputation, which, as Rhett Butler told Scarlett O’Hara, is something people with courage can do without.

To do without self-respect, on the other hand, is to be an unwilling audience of one to an interminable documentary that deals with one’s failings, both real and imagined, with fresh footage spliced in for every screening. There’s the glass you broke in anger, there’s the hurt on X’s face; watch now, this next scene, the night Y came back from Houston, see how you muff this one. To live without self-respect is to lie awake some night, beyond the reach of warm milk, the Phenobarbital, and the sleeping hand on the coverlet, counting up the sins of commissions and omission, the trusts betrayed, the promises subtly broken, the gifts irrevocably wasted through sloth or cowardice, or carelessness. However long we postpone it, we eventually lie down alone in that notoriously uncomfortable bed, the one we make ourselves. Whether or not we sleep in it depends, of course, on whether or not we respect ourselves.

[C]haracter — the willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life — is the source from which self-respect springs.

Self-respect is something that our grandparents, whether or not they had it, knew all about. They had instilled in them, young, a certain discipline, the sense that one lives by doing things one does not particularly want to do, by putting fears and doubts to one side, by weighing immediate comforts against the possibility of larger, even intangible, comforts.

[S]elf-respect is a discipline, a habit of mind that can never be faked but can be developed, trained, coaxed forth. It was once suggested to me that, as an antidote to crying, I put my head in a paper bag. As it happens, there is a sound physiological reason, something to do with oxygen, for doing exactly that, but the psychological effect alone is incalculable: it is difficult in the extreme to continue fancying oneself as Cathy in Wuthering Heights with one’s head in a Food Fair bag. There is a similar case for all the small disciplines, unimportant in themselves; imagine maintaining any kind of swoon, commiserative or carnal, in a cold shower.

To have that sense of one’s intrinsic worth, which constitutes self-respect, is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference. If we do not respect ourselves, we are on the one hand forced to despise those who have so few resources as to consort with us, so little perception as to remain blind to our fatal weaknesses. On the other, we are peculiarly in thrall to everyone we see, curiously determined to live out — since our self-image is untenable — their false notion of us. We flatter ourselves by thinking this compulsion to please others an attractive trait: a gist for imaginative empathy, evidence of our willingness to give. Of course I will play Francesca to your Paolo, Helen Keller to anyone’s Annie Sullivan; no expectation is too misplaced, no role too ludicrous. At the mercy of those we cannot but hold in contempt, we play roles doomed to failure before they are begun, each defeat generating fresh despair at the urgency of divining and meting the next demand made upon us.

It is the phenomenon sometimes called ‘alienation from self.’ In its advanced stages, we no longer answer the telephone, because someone might want something; that we could say no without drowning in self-reproach is an idea alien to this game. Every encounter demands too much, tears the nerves, drains the will, and the specter of something as small as an unanswered letter arouses such disproportionate guilt that answering it becomes out of the question. To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves — there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home.

The civilization of Egypt as we know spans back thousands of years to the days when the last great glaciers in the world were melting (10,000 BC). This information, as many of you may know, has been systematically removed and ignored from nearly every history book written in modern times. The Egyptians were an incredibly aware and spiritual society, which had deeply entrenched beliefs about reality as we perceive it as well as the realities that most of us are not aware of.

Spirituality played a huge role in the lives of Egyptians, and this is depicted in the hieroglyphs that they have left behind on the walls of their tombs or in the fragments of papyrus that are unearthed. Uncovered in this forgotten language are references to the tree of life. I am sure many of you know what I am referring to, the plant Acacia Nilotica. A tree that grows abundantly along the Nile River and was glorified by the Egyptians.

Acacia Nilotica contains Dimethyltryptamine, or DMT. DMT is not a rare topic amidst the articles on Collective Evolution and I advise all of you to check out the articles about the mind-blowing experiences that derive from DMT trips.  This is the same compound that is used in shamanic rituals in the Amazon with the drink Ayahuasca. Today, the idea that DMT can further ones experience on earth as well as having many healing qualities (both physical and mental), is slowly becoming more and more recognized. At this point I affirm that we are just at the beginning of a journey that many civilizations have taken before us, the Egyptians included.

Acacia Nilotica is portrayed hugely in Egyptian mythology. It is referred to as the tree of life, and from under this tree the first gods of Egypt were born. Osiris, god of the underworld, rebirth and the spirit was also born from an Acacia Nilotica tree. Osiris is also believed to live inside the spirit of all Acacia Nilotica trees. This is a very similar belief as held by the Amazonian Shamans and the people who have experienced Ayahuasca. A huge majority of DMT users talk about the “mother spirit” who guides the individual on the trip and teaches them what they need to learn on that specific trip. I believe that the Egyptians partook in the Acacia trip, and this was seen in the same light as the way Native Amazonians see Ayahuasca.

DMT would have only been used for spiritual purposes, in order to gain enlightenment and talk to the “gods.” In their case the guiding spirit that they found in their trips was Osiris. It is interesting to note that on the outer-body experience that is associated with DMT many people have found themselves seeing deceased friends and family, therefore Acacia Nilotica is a fitting symbol of the underworld and the spirit. The majority of DMT users also find a sense of rebirth after their trips, also being a fitting characteristic of the Acacia Nilotica. In modern archaeology of Egypt, Acacia Nilotica has been found in a huge percentage of the tombs unearthed.  I find it highly unlikely the Egyptians did not recognize the uses of this plant and I believe the evidence speaks for itself.

Yet Acacia Nilotica was not just revered in Egypt. The plant grew throughout the middle-east and its symbolism exists even to this day. To the east of Egypt, Judaism flourished, and once again Acacia Nilotica has huge symbolism. In the book of Moses, it is said that the tree that was set afire in front of Moses was an Acacia Nilotica tree. This is fitting as the Acacia can be found in over 3 different sub-species (all containing DMT) in the Jordan Valley and Sinai Desert. In both Hebrew and Judaism, the Acacia was recognized as Sacred and was revered as a building material saved only for temples and the likes. According to Judaism, the ark of the covenant was made of Acacia Nilotica. Again I believe that Judaism was heavily influenced by DMT and its connection to the “spirit world.” In pre-Islamic Mecca, the goddess of their religion was also Acacia Nilotica and was so similar to the Egyptian beliefs around Osiris that there is nothing really to explain on the matter.

Moving forward through history to the modern day, Acacia Nilotica is still revered in society by its “Elite.” Since its founding the Freemasons have placed heavy reverence on the Acacia Nilotica, claiming that is sacred properties of the tree represent the purity of the soul. The Freemasons claim that they received this information from the last of the great Egyptian thinkers. If the Freemasons are really some sort of utopian superpower in the world, it is clear why Acacia Nilotica is rarely recognized as a Psychedelic. If the majority of the world were to experience the spiritual journey users undertake on DMT, they would no longer be bound by the chains of the ego or fear. As Aldous Huxley explains in his book ‘Doors of Perception,’ the world of Men and Women would be rid of the religious symbolism and become one with each other and in-tune with the world around them.

I think that a substance so revered in such crucial times in Spiritual history has nearly been lost. I believe that a resurgence of the spiritual art of using Acacia Nilotica for its DMT characteristics would help in the Spiritual path we are fighting to stay upon and would strengthen the consciousness of our society. I do not think that it is mere coincidence that this substance has been chosen by these civilizations to symbolize purity, rebirth, spirituality and the underworld. If you would like to do more research on DMT as well as Acacia Nilotica I would recommend the book ‘Gnostic Visions: Uncovering the Greatest Secret of the Ancient World’ by Luke Myers.