Mushroom Dreams and Tea Queens!

I had another dream about mushrooms last night...magick mushrooms. For some reason I can only remember the shrooms themselves...I've forgotten the context of the actual dream.

They were in a small packet and I only had two. One mushroom was black, wrinkled and dried, and small. The other mushroom was larger, and big, white and fresh with a ring of bright coloures around the cap. In my dream, I seemed to pay more attention to the white mushroom...

What does this dream mean? I have had so many mushroom dreams lately!

 

It might pertain to solving my current problem of leaving to work in a place that I love with a sore heart, or staying because of financial security in a place that drains you and bogs you down.

Yet, as with all supernatural advice, it never actually gives you an answer to your problem.

Any way, I made a pot of thoughtful tea, and I think I might share it with you...

Grapefruit and Orange Frecsh Tea

(Fresch is my own spelling for 'Fresh')





Peel and slice a quarter grapefruit. Slice up the spelters so the flesh is open and place about 4 pieces into a teapot. Add a little bit(about 100mls) of 100% orange juice and 1 bag of rooibos tea. Fill the teapot with boiling water and let it stand for +-3 minutes. Sweeten with honey or sugar.

 Also, here are some groovy pics...what plant comes in all the coloures of the rainbow?

<3

Accountable

You cant hold me accountable. I am spirit-free. Let me run wild in the valleys and secrets in my world...dont ask me where I've been, what I've seen....just know that I am happy...I've surfaced from this world for a breather in space. Sometimes I cant do it with you, but thats okay because I miss you when I'm gone...just dont hang on too long because I'll be back soon, or you'll be stuck in my tracks wondering what went wrong, meanwhile I'm just singing a song under a mushroom somewhere, smoking my beautiful tree, thinking of you and me...and taking my mind off it's leash.

Dont hold me accountable if I go...Im not really gone, nor am I here.

Lonley Days, Magical Ways

Left alone to breathe by myself, I follow my thoughts through faye mountains, sitting naked on big rocks in the sun, soaking in the days, meditating in the warm rays. I make daisy chains for my beloved and clothe myself from the Willow tree's wardrobe. I can feel the soil grains sift through my fingers, I can feel Wind's breath on my toes...Oh! How nice he blows! My lips speak with the Water trickling deep and listen to it whisper through Wonderland.

It's raining on my back and I'm rolling the Sun into a ball between my fingers. Nonchalantly, I flick it back into the sky. What a pretty wisp am I! Maybe that's what people say, but let's sing ourselves away into another day and come what may, we'll never say it was a Lonley Day. Because we both sang the same song and it wasn't long after that we left behind the wrong and rode a dragon to Mars and had a had a picnic while we watched the sun set over Earth. Our days will be filled with kisses and soul-dancing across the galaxy and they will write about us...they will write about the souls that kissed once and never again parted.

"The Gaian mind is what we're calling the psychedelic experience. It's an experience of the living fact of the entelechy of the planet - and without that experience we wander in a desert of bogus ideologies. But with that experience the compass of the self can be set."
-Terence Mckenna

Picture yourself in a boat on the river with Tangarine trees and Marmalade skies! Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly...a mushroom with kalaidescope eyes....

Smoke and magick, mirrors and beads, paisley throws, candy snows...