i escaped tel aviv, after being thrown around in the particle accelerator, it spat me out and sent me north, into the golan heights, the other interzone, the desolate wasteland where the jackals' roam wild, no traffic, no lights, no laws, everyone is stoned immaculate, i sit with my cousin reading tarot cards in an old shack, drinking strong fresh brewed arab coffee, smoking hash surrounded by mountains and listening to strange arabian music with beats and chilled out vibes playing softly in the backdrop.
tantra healer, tantra home. it's soft inside hard outside, safe, heart based, sanctuary.
later we drive down to the sea of gallalie, i've been prepared to step across the glass like water, my mind is empty, my heart is filled with smoke, there's a certain technique i mastered, it's a form of zen, empty mind, light heart, plus some other sneaky mental gymnastics. i always thought i could do it, but the forces around me have other plans. everything starts working here, the strange mechanics of my brain, plans don't mean shit, the path i walk is based in the non rational, it's the right side of the brain, the unconscious impulse towards conciousness, through my process i dissolved boundaries, i know this, it's like car mechanics to a mechanic, like one plus one equals two to a mathmatician, these realms are clear to me, i'm guided by this, i have been guided by this all my life, but it's almost perfected now, like some people are guided by money and attain wealth beyond belief, it leads me exactly where i need to be, the right place the right time, i'm like the fool stepping off the edge, im the magician manifesting whatever i want, i'm the stars and universe, i'm the high priest and hierophant, i'm, the wheel of fortune, the one of cups, the ace of cups, the devil and the hanging man, the whole fucking deck including the joker.
down by the river jorden in the black water, the ancient ceromonies and rituals,i'm hanging out with two new friends, healers, witches and medicine women, these women are connecting to something ancient, traditional and this is secret womens buisness and not for me despite their invitations, i have other buisness here.
i gravitate towards the mayan pictures and cherokee huts, the brewing coffee i see adam and his girl friend renatta. they have a dog called daisy, i mention my dog pansy is being looked after by a renatta. we have connected we talk about their recent ayahuscia experience, and i tell them that i am an emmisionary of ayahuscia. this is it, captains mission, i talk with them about what's going on, why and how, the download happens in a very short time, very short, we all know. everyone tuned in does, all you have to do is belive and walk the walk. this is the future as time becomes meaningless, this is the ebb and flow meeting together, when all constructs disappaite and truth is reavealed, where everything happens at once, where manifestation occurs simulataniously, where heart meets mind, where potential is realised.
i'm in a big house, it's designed as a temple, santa fe style, new mexico, filled with natural soft light, magnig=ficent esoteric art, space, there's four stories, each quite different, there's tented areas, altars, artists materials, there's a library and balconies with panoramic vistas, i can see the landscape unfolding before me, a king without a kingdom becuase a true king knows.
the big moon rise, the smell of jasmine, i relax on the roof, reading the most important book ever, the zohar. a whole floor to myself. they have asked me to run a san pedro session, people arrive but i am enjoying being alone, smoking my hash, enjoying the peace and quiet, reading this incredible treasure.
eventually i run the circle, shamanics works for me, i am a natural though i am not a shaman i am a magickian, it's in the blood, my mind is interdimensional anyway, so it's natural, to me it's like breathing, i fix up a mild brew.
i ask permission from the plant, cut a healthy piece, bless the spirit of the plant and chop and cook it, the preparations are made, mescaleto is invoked, we drink, the wind now howls through the house unsettling everyone, the moon is full, it's fucking huge in the sky, candles flicker, the sprinkling of lights from tiberius in the distance looks like softly lit twinkling fairy lights, everyone seems entranced, the journey is begun, i cast my eyes over the bodies, big responsibility, i let the medicine do its work and sit back.
yeah the culture out here in the golan suits me, it's frontier land, only the desperate, the broken, beaten, the wanted, hunted, the outsiders jaded by humanity, faded by times blow, the lost characters who just want to disappear quietly, the healers, earth guardians, the recovered, the wounded, the broken hearted, good hearted, the philosophical few, the families that survived, the children that make do with simple things in a complex land, there's a hell of a lot of love up here, for such a barren place. i know why jesus walked across that lake, i know what motivated him, i understand it all up here.


the moon drifts across the night, unfamiliar stars, the sound of tanks practising, there's a killer on the road, i'm on a train, it's so clean, precise, travel here is simple and efficient, everyone speaks three languages at least, it's strangely peaceful, everyone is relaxed, there's no time to race around, train travel is languid, like airship travel, people plugging into their books, i pods, laptops and dreams.
i'm home in netanya for an hour, regroup with jake and martin, we decide to go to our other cousin, eagles for a party, however we end up having dinner and drinking to much fig liquier with him, the party seems like to much effort. i slide into a deep sleep.
i'm out of hash now, the harsh reality of sun light, hangovers and dence dyamics phase in, i see the picture clearly, it's an ugly truth.