by April Rameé | Apr 23, 2015 | Plants, Travel
Star Date: Kin 199 Blue Self-Existing Storm
Sunday, February 1, 2015
“This journey is not for the faint of heart. This journey is for those who are ready to see their true self, are ready to put into practice how they want to live, and are ready to remove the veil of the false ideals of living in the modern world. This journey is not to be taken lightly.” ~Excerpt from Journal
Waking from my slumber, if you want to call it that, deep in the jungles of Tarapoto I look around blind without glasses or contacts and see just the white of the mosquito net, the rain is falling and I stay in the covers because around me EVERYTHING is wet. Last night I sat in the first ceremony of the 10 day journey in the jungle to drink ayahuasca, no food, ONLY water, no talking, and no eye contact, not that it matters because my hut is down 30 mud stairs carved into the earth off alone from the pack. This hut that has no walls, a roof to shield from the rain (PARTIALLY!), a bed with a mosquito net, a hammock I cannot use because of all the mosquitos, and did I mention a bed?
I am starting to feel hungry, but part of me really does not want any food because I want the cleanse, to feel unhindered by food. The water is fresh, but is not clear, and with all the beautiful minerals of Earth the taste is intense, so I find it hard to drink. A part of me is scared shitless of this journey, but this is what I want. I want to be in the jungle, alone with my thoughts, alone with the plants, animals, feel the wetness of the earth, an experience seven years ago ayahuasca called my psychically to embark upon.
I feel the ayahuasca still vibrating through my veins and I still am having a hard time realizing that I am finally here. That all her previous work through meditations, visits through other plants, and changes in my life brought me to this moment. I can feel the cleanse. My first experience a couple of weeks ago was more of a rebirth, a journey through my actual growth in my mother’s womb, permission from her to continue to work with the plants, visions and ideas on how I am to engage, share, and teach the world how to heal the earth, and most importantly a welcome home party of sorts. A reunion with my soul, her soul, and a sweet enduring reminder that there is never a time I am apart from earth.
Last night aya spent time cleaning all the personal attachments to others and my identity. Cradling me sweetly in her arms as the medicine flows creating ecstatic undulations, raising kundalini through the sushumna nadi guiding me into blissful purging. Blissful purging you ask? Yes! I am happy to release the old, usher in the new, and allow my true nature time and fertile land to grow.
Star Date: Kin 200 Yellow Overtone Sun
Monday, February 2, 2015
“For the first time in my life, I am coming almost fully healthy to a relationship, so there is bound to be bumps with the people I meet because I am learning, I am getting better.” ~Excerpt from Journal
Integration, this is the word of the day. Immersed in this experience I write in my journal the history of relationships with men. I attempt to make a timeline of sorts of the past 13 years. Starting from my first real kiss as a senior in high school with the first boy I chose to love and moving into the long list of traumatic moments in relation. Why so many traumatic experiences?! Should I share? I feel vulnerable in this post but, this timeline is more of a way to understand where I went in my psyche after being raped so shortly after my first real, awakening relationship. I notice in the timeline how my drinking increases with each relation until a culmination of pain finally leads me to the last straw in 2010. I notice how the past wells up in tears overflowing onto the paper, realizing I spent so much time pushing the pain away and doing a major disservice to myself. I do not blame any of the men, I do not blame myself, I only acknowledge and understand how I spent so much time in fear. I can tell this is more of the cleanse from the ceremony two days ago. I no longer feel a connection to the past pain, I feel resolute and joy. It is one thing to mentally believe in my power and another to feel the release and step into the power within my body, which in itself alone is scary. I write an affirmation to remind myself the purpose of this work,
“I release myself from the pain, the hurt, physical abuse, and the physical manifestation of the abuse in my body. I let go of the pain of being raped and reclaim my soul back, my sexuality, my beauty. No longer do I dumb down or push away what I deserve due to fear that is untrue. I am beautiful, I am sexy, I am love, my body is whole, my world is abundant, and I am worth being held, cared for, loved, and celebrated. I am worth a man who wants every part of me, just the way I am.” ~Excerpt from Journal
Star Date: Kin 201 Red Rhythmic Dragon
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
“I do not know what time it is although I see the sun create shadows. Hours turn into days but I make it up the hill to complete a full standing yoga practice. I only drank three cups of water in the past three days, the yoga practice creates a thirst, thank God! My dreams are intense, the land is shaking my existence, my vision returns slowly and my nails look strong and shiny.UPGRADE!” ~Excerpt from Journal
Star Date: Kin 202 White Resonant Wind
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
“Drinking ayahuasca alone is amazing! I miss the songs, but revel in the sounds of the jungle, the silence of human existence, and the deep journey in my physical body. Lesson: physical extractions of gunk.” ~Excerpt from Journal
I think I love drinking ayahuasca on my own because there is only my experience, no songs singing when I long for silence and no one else around but my main lover Pachamama. Last night and into this morning her and I speak sweet words of intention and understanding as she tells me she is going to clean any residual gunk in the lower chakras, heart, and throat chakra. This manifests as a snake inside my body, starting around the womb I see the snake devour black matter, growing in size. The snake moves up the spine, eating black matter all the way up to the heart. The snake spends significant amount of time around the heart and I am in a trance of sorts, there are no other visions, and my mind is clear. I lay in the hut aka bed alone, listening to the sounds of the jungle as the snake moves into the throat chakra. Breaking down black matter, releasing fear of speaking, sharing truths, and writing for others to read my life experiences. I am nauseas and want it to end because I do not know how much more opening and healing I can take at the moment. It is quite overwhelming and aya says to me in her sweet but firm voice, “we can finish this now or I can come back later, it’s your choice.” I battle back in forth between, “let’s end it” and “no wait! let’s finish it so we don’t have to come back.” Ultimately, I chose to end it because there is so much! My body is undulating and vibrating at such a high frequency I do not even know how to contain myself. I reach these points with her where I can feel the full kundalini experience and I think I understand what it means when I read in books about the full meditation experience. I think there is more personal practice without the aid of plants I want to embark upon before staying a long time with her in this state that maybe resembles samadhi. I get the sense that in my personal journey she is just opening the door slightly for me to put my toe into as I use the breeze of her kisses to enhance personal life practice of meditation and discovery.
Star Date: Kin 203 Blue Galactic Night
Thursday, February 5, 2015
“I AM HUNGRY! I can’t stop thinking about all the vegetarian sushi I am going to make when I get back to the states. That is all.” ~Excerpt from Journal
Star Date: Kin 204 Yellow Star Seed
Friday, February 6, 2015
“New creation: a complete in bed yoga class. Maybe I can return to the states and teach in bed. HA! Although I get up and do a full practice, there is so much time left that I find myself stretching in bed the whole time. I also can sit in meditation for much longer now, I don’t know the amount of time because I am not looking at a watch, phone, or anything other than the jungle dense forest around me. This is life. This is my choice. Integration. More things than I can even explain in words. Images that only if I could draw others could see and understand.” ~Excerpt from Journal
Star Date: Kin 206 White Spectral World-Bridger
Sunday, February 8, 2015
“I see. I understand. I know why I am here.”~Excerpt from Journal
I sit and ask aya to show me some of my past lives or maybe the reason why I am here if there is no such thing as past lives. She shows me the first incarnation of who I am. How I came to be and this is beyond magical. There is no way to share in words this experience. I leave this journey as an open invitation for you to ask her yourself one day.
In conclusion, life is one lesson of self-discovery. Do you need ayahuasca to discover who you are? A jungle experience? No! This is the work I do all the time no matter where I am in the world. Is working with the plant amazing? YES! As a lover of plants, most times when there is a chance to learn and experience a new plant, I am very much into the process. I am also a believer that you can work with a plant without ever ingesting or touching the plant, but that is for another post another time. Is this the end? No! There is so much more to say but for now…INTEGRATION.
by April Rameé | Jan 23, 2015 | Travel
No one really warned me or told me that Peru is pretty much all mountains. The sacred valley reminds me of the mountains of the west coast and the peaks and valleys of the rainforest remind me of the east coast. I mean in reality the country is so large of course it’s not mountains everywhere but existence is in the valleys and now I understand how deforestation of the rainforest appears.
On this journey between Pucallpa to Tarapoto we ride up north through the rainforest so obviously I get a higher viewpoint of the rainforest rather than the river boat level experience of following the river north to Iquitos. I think next time I come I would like to spend some time on the river but this time Tarapoto is the destination. I am happy about this as I heard going to Iquitos is a sacred war hell. Good and evil duking it out for the resources of the divine rainforest. No thank you! That is not my journey this time. I much rather just go 20+ hours up the river from Pucallpa and enjoy the lower region of the rainforest some more. People are quite humble there and I didn’t feel as though my energy had to be guarded from advances to join such and such “shaman” on an experience I could pay thousands to drink their sacred brew. I also heard in Iquitos you have the corporations and other poachers there to get into the rainforest and a black market…ok I would go just to see what the fuck people have at that market, just to say I’ve seen it but knowing me it would hurt my heart and I much rather have a better grip on my Spanish. Anyway I digress…
The rainforest here reminds me so much of the East Coast of America. Lush green hills with large jungle trees, vines, and a plethora of plant flora. Everything is in a fresh late spring wet bloom of glory. The drops between the moutain stone into the road create miniature waterfalls that flow into the road and off the other side of the mountain into the expansive lower region of the hill and off into the great river. This reminds me so much of the little waterfalls in the hills of Vermont in late spring. The clouds loom into the valleys as the hills peak out for as far as the eye can see.
Parts were lush and so diverse and then the other parts of this journey show how deforestation and farming killed off the diverse flora. Just like in the states, they plow down what exists in the valley and put farms, grass, animals herding. A vast difference from those who lived in the rainforest and had their horse tied to the front door. I do not think one is better than the other just an observation.
5 more hours until we arrive at our destination. With 15hrs under my belt I am getting good at kirtan because I keep playing the same playlist over and over again.
by April Rameé | Jan 18, 2015 | Warrior
Once upon a time a little girl was born into the land of the living. Her parents were from the hoods of their youth, growing up tough, strong and beating out odds of an existence on the street, dead or living confined lives of the ghetto poor lifestyle. Learning that it is a mentality not a destination in life. Lucky for them their parents cared and demanded excellence at all cost. One day in the park they met and went out dancing together, explored mountainous regions, and decided against all odds in the 70s that being a black woman and a white male, love can reign supreme. Moving out into a rural/suburban planned community they embarked upon the life they always thought was ideal for raising kids into the world. This little girl born to them and the following son was their best creation in the world. They taught them how to walk the streets of the suburban landscape as if they were on the streets of the ghetto. Life lessons, how to read the streets, how to observe strangers and friends. How to walk invisible through police presence, respect elders, and keep their heads held high. This girl learned the paths in the woods, how the streams and rivers moved, watched the changing plants and trees through all the seasons as she walked with her dogs deep into the unknown paths. Spending hours alone getting lost in Mother Nature bare footed wading through the waters to find perfect spots to read books on adventures, mysteries, and her favorite topic, death, dying, and living with real pain.
She found solace in this solo lifestyle as her parents didn’t allow her to watch TV, go to others houses, the mall, or activities they thought were pointless and against learning, love, and enlightenment. “Go explore outside, take the dog for a walk, read a book, stay home and learn how to love yourself,” her parents would say when she would ask to hang with friends. It didn’t matter that they wouldn’t let her go most of the time, she scared most people her age anyway. She knew too much, wandered too far, was too strong, and didn’t follow the leaders in petty school groups. She only had respect for her elders, parents, Mother Nature, and herself…. In that order.
Days and years go by filled with winning sport matches, riding bikes into the ground, and avoiding abuse from her father. Her parents split because in her eyes, they were both so stubborn and in love they couldn’t see past the others faults and they fought over everything. She vowed to always love everyone no matter what their faults. She took refuge in the arms of her grandmother, a strong black woman who spent most days in deep meditation, conversing with Angels, and in deep reflection on truth and prayer. Weeks go by in the ghetto of DC and this little girl hated being away from the woods, she could never go outside so she began to make up lands, sit in hours of meditation with her grandma, and pray…pray for the day when she could go see the whole world. Not just visit the mountains of New York and Virginia but the mountains of the world, the oceans, and other places she only read about but felt like she had been to before.
Through all this time, family pain, responsibilities, and this ongoing pressure to be the best she put on a facade at school and to her peers. They didn’t understand how lonely she felt. It was beginning to overwhelm her everyday existence and she contemplated dying. She wasn’t afraid of death, saw it as a way out of this world, how can someone have so much love and be so alone? So strong yet so weak? Lucky for her most people who want to die have a stronger urge to find happiness and she thought this must be why I want to die…there is so much desire to be more than what is “real.” This girl is blessed with Angels and guardians and some elders noticed her wisdom and asked her to become a peer counselor. To help others who are feeling just as lost and this selfless work saved the little girl. She also stopped caring what others thought and tried out for cheerleading knowing she was gonna kill herself anyway so who cares what they thought. Surprisingly she made the team and this finally was the first time in life others depended on her besides herself and family. A new sense of purpose was ignited in her soul and she began to heal.
Now it couldn’t really be a fairy tale if this girl didn’t meet her knight and shining armor! She spent her days always with the boys, feeling more comfortable on the field playing or outside jumping in streams than in a dress but she would daydream of the day she would meet her love. The one she could experience truth, deep understanding, and sexual desires. She saved herself for this one, never really going farther than a peck on the lips with other boys. Lucky for her he came, this beautiful boy who loves to wander in the woods, bike all over the place, had a real sense of adventure, would listen to her deeply, share poetry, and didn’t try to rush her into anything physical. Time seemed to stand still and her heart felt so full. She found another who roamed the earth with similar desires and questioned the world. All her desires were met on every level possible. Unfortunately life isn’t a fairy tale and events happened that pulled them apart but she never gave up hope that there are others out there in the world, strong, beautiful, and proud to have a girl by their side that could handle her own and speak truth.
Little did she know that there were so many broken men in the world and little did she realize how much the loss of her best friend and love of her life would send her in a tailspin of a sort of dark ages. Booze became her best friend and after a night of being raped by a weak ass man did she dive deeper into the abyss of alcoholism and self-suicide. What’s to stop her? She wanted to die before so why not now? How can she live love when pain always finds its way into the hearts of those who only want to be love? She didn’t know it then but her guardian angles kept eyes on her, of course, isn’t that how fairy godmothers work in fairy tales?
She met the most beautiful physical representation of a guardian angel one evening as she was puking her brains out, trashed in her dorm room looking like hell. This girl came in with a halo of golden hair and heart full of love. Together they embarked upon the deepest bond two solo traveling female wanders could ever imagine. She was saved again! Life had meaning, purpose. Yet all good things come to an end and although they are best friends to this day, the separation of land masses makes it difficult to up and runaway with your bestie at a drop of a hat.
But that’s ok. Remember this little girl is strong, independent, and although her heart feels pain and is alone she never really feels alone. Every time she hit rock bottom in the next couple of years she only rose up out of the ashes of her burnt life style like Phoenix ready to burn brighter than before. Learning and understanding why she wishes for death! It is not in the physical but for the death of old patterns, limiting beliefs, and pain. So she can rise up higher than before and soar in the air with the wind beneath her wings. Feeling free to fly even farther to see the world and share love. Love is what heals pain and so she made this her purpose in life. To learn how Mother Earth heals her habitants so she can spread the love only Pachamama knows how to give and accept the pain of life only the way Pachamama can. Transforming pain through death, burning down the hurt, and lifting up the vibration of love.
Photo by: Drew Xeron
Sometimes this is a very lonely path. One not easily walked and so she still sits and wonders when she shall fly side by side with a man who shares the same purpose. To realize love transcends the social connotations, that love is allowing the wings of our soul to take flight, fly free from being in a cage and defines their heart by the path of truth. To realize that only true strength and humility comes from living in vulnerability. But ultimately she surrenders this idea and walks strong and true into her purpose to live happily ever after through pain, vulnerability, with unconditional love of all her brothers and sisters in all physical manifestations of existence.
Photo by: Drew Xeron
by April Rameé | Dec 28, 2014 | Mystical, Quote
Futility (n): pointlessness, hopelessness, or uselessness
Yes. I feel all these things I say as I look up the definition. I just pulled the Seven of Swords in the Thoth Tarot Deck by Aleister Crowley. Sometimes I pull cards to just have my current emotions confirmed. I feel that is all the cards do, show you in physical manifestation what you are already feeling or focusing on. Ahhhh, damn cards know I am feeling hopeless, maybe I should have done things differently, but there is a silver lining in questioning yourself, sitting in meditation, and observing all of this emotion. The silver lining is knowing that you can always start from your current state onto the path you choose at this moment in reflection. You can always shift. I stare at the sword in the middle and think, Oh shit! All the others swords are pointing at the central sword. What does this mean?
“The Seven of Swords is that state of mind, which produces futility, or the sense of helplessness, hopelessness, or “what’s the use?” Basically, this state of mind is knowing mentally what you want, which is represented by the central sword, and then telling yourself all the reasons why it’s not going to work, which is represented by the six swords coming in at the central sword. This is negative thinking, or the sabotaging mind, that sabotages what it is that you really want. It’s the yes-but tape in the mind, telling yourself the reasons why things won’t work.
The Seven of Swords is Sun and Moon in Aquarius. The two wavy lines at the bottom of the card are associated with Aquarius. The circle with the dot I the middle is the sign of the Sun, and the crescent moon symbolizes the Moon. Six ways that we sabotage what we want are revealed by the astrological symbols on the handles of the swords. The negative aspect of Saturn, or the yes-but aspect of Saturn, is telling ourselves that there is too much red tape or too many details. The other handle of the sword has the symbol of Mercury, the planet of communication on it. The negative self-talk of Mercury, negative communication to the self, is using such words as “I can’t…if only…someday I’ll…wish I’d a…,” all negative communication to the self about why this project or situation won’t work. On the other handle of the sword is Jupiter; Jupiter is the planet of flexibility and expansion. The negative self-talk of Jupiter is that, “I am not lucky….it’s too constricted, too limiting.” On the other handle of the sword is Mars; the positive aspect of mars is energy, vitality, and assertion. The negative self-talk of Mars would be, ‘I don’t have enough energy….I’m exhausted, burned out….it’s dull, boring.” On the other handle of the sword is the sign of Venus, which is associated with love. The negative self-talk of Venus is, “I really don’t care…it doesn’t mean anything to me anyway,” is the sabotaging component of Venus. The final handle of the sword has double loops on it, which is associated with the Sun and the Moon. The negative aspects of the Sun and the Moon is that consciously and subconsciously you sabotage yourself out of doing what it is that you want to do.
The sabotaging mind or the yes-but tape will generate the experience of futility, or what’s the use, or helplessness, and hopelessness. Basically, it’s important to remember that the Seven of Swords represents the mind that knows what it wants, which is symbolized by the central sword, and the other six swords represent the yes-but tape in the mind, or ways of telling ourselves all the reasons why things are not going to work.
When you pull this card, it indicates that in the next seven weeks or the next seven months you are no long willing to sabotage what it is that you want. The number 7 is associated with the Chariot, which is the generator and motivator of change, and 7 is the number of movement, so somehow, in the next seven weeks or next seven months, you are wanting to move through negative thinking in the mind that sabotages what it is that you want. Also, during the next seven weeks or seven months there would be an opportunity to release sabotaging patterns that have surfaced either in the last seven months, or sabotaging patterns that go back to seven years ago, or sabotaging patterns that may have been implemented when you were seven years old. It might be interesting to see which of your parents had a tendency to sabotage what he or she wanted through negative thinking, because somehow, in the seven weeks or the next seven months, you are no longer willing to be the lineage bearer or the legacy bearer of family futility patterns or sabotaging patterns held in the mind“ (The Tarot Handbook by Angeles Arrien).”
Wow! This is my life to a T at the moment. How many years have I lived in this yes-but paradigm, all the while manifesting dreams but in some way limiting them with this self-sabotaging voice of fear in the back of my mind? I am in this transition from leaving the previous life I knew, working 7-5 and then working every moment after that on my own personal business, education, and the practices that enliven my soul and heart. Thinking that somehow I could do it all, be the conventional person and live my true path in the world. There were so many points where I thought, there is way too much to do to really be able to exist this way, maybe one day I will travel the world, what makes me so special that I can live the dream life, this existence can be so draining but I must push through, and most importantly in love thinking I am okay without anyone to support and be my partner in life. Don’t we all have these points where we self-sabotage our dreams?!
Recently, I decided I no longer live the life where I say, yes-but..Instead I live..yes-and… (Thanks Ally for that twist on words). I am going through a point in life where I am setting boundaries, re-defining relationships within friendships, love, business, myself, and family. Yes family! I love how this card says that I am not willing able to be the lineage bearer of the family legacy. I am coming to terms that for me to move forward in life I must burn through the karmic patterns of my family, shed this “conventional” way of existence in the world. I am realizing limitations of my parents and how that has reflected in my life, especially in love.
In the next seven weeks I am embarking upon a personal journey through the rainforests of Peru. A journey I have been looking forward to since 2008, which happens to be almost 7 years ago. There are so many negative events that happened a full 7 years ago, when I was seven, and even seven months ago that I am ready to shed. This is always my journey, to shed the pain, heartache, negativity, and move forward to be the best version of myself. Be a person who can share their gifts to the world and flourish in full abundance of my passions. For me, this is always what I wanted as a little girl in my bedroom reading book after book, imagining traveling the world, bringing joy to those in pain/depression, keeping innocence alive while standing tall in the harsh realities of the world. Everything, I mean EVERYTHING, I have done up to this point, gone through, all the pain, all the loneliness, walking this path with true gratitude for my guides and support, is to share with the world how to heal, regain our innocence (beginners mind), take care of our bodies/mind/heart/soul, and foster beauty/freedom/community in the world. I am now at the point where there is no turning back, my seven year old self is back and claimed my life back. Therefore, all the negativity and blocks must leave.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- Every day, every day, every day, every way,
- Gonna let my little light shine.
- Light that shines is the light of love,
- Hides the darkness from above,
- Shines on me and it shines on you,
- Shows you what the power of love can do.
- Shine my light both bright and clear,
- Shine my light both far and near,
- In every dark corner that I find,
- Let my little light shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- Monday gave me the gift of love,
- Tuesday peace came from above,
- Wednesday told me to have more faith,
- Thursday gave me a little more grace,
- Friday told me to watch and pray,
- Saturday told me just what to say,
- Sunday gave me the power divine,
- Just to let my little light shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine.
~April~
by April Rameé | Dec 14, 2014 | Travel, Warrior
The cold comes in and lingers, days turn into weeks and the cold only gains in momentum. For days, that I add up to weeks, the wind chimes outside my home have yet to stop moving and creating a cacophony of melodious sounds. The sound is beautiful, although I wonder when it will all stop. Days of observations of the psyche, environment, body, and soul continue without respite. Each day a new emotion or a new aha moment of understanding.
The world is upset about politics, the way we are governed, and the outcome of the world. Solutions seem hard to come by as blame and fingers point to those who are “responsible.” As I look out on the metro and notice how new homes/apartments are supposedly improvements or better than ghetto living with the poor. I just don’t see it. I see the buildings as prisons. Humans stacked on top of humans, boxes to live and die in, creating funeral homes of people losing their souls and purpose for living. This idea of being “safe” in a building made of materials that could easily blow away, cause more waste, and perpetuate an industry of illusion. The same one so many are trying to break free from. I look at these old beautiful buildings and don’t understand why people want to destroy the old as a quick fix and erect something new, when there are so many beautiful buildings, sturdy, full of space that can accommodate the human existence. I see the future of your new buildings in the present condition of past buildings. New ghettos popping up everyday.
What will it take to see that using the same solutions that cause problems for most situations will be our downfall? When will we see that by refusing to confront, fix, and appreciate what we already have is the solution to most of the issues in the world? What will it take to show society that we are only as strong as our weakest link? Why can’t we lift each other up and scream for community? What are we really afraid of? Peace? Acceptance? Compassion? NO! We are afraid of the real work, time, and understanding it takes to come up with real long lasting compassionate solutions. We are afraid of the true reality::
THAT IF EVERYONE IS A GOD BEING THEN EVERYONE CAN BE A BEACON OF LIGHT AND TRUTH.
If everyone is that way, then how can you even be considered special or unique?
I have been to the West Coast and seen the beauty of nature, the mountains, hills, Redwoods, and Sequoias reach high into the sky. Take notice! On the East Coast we live in some of the oldest woods and forests. The same forests that nurtured the world for so long. Nature and herbal flora so diverse, just as diverse as the humans that live on the East. Every day we are in this nature, fully exposed yet we plow down the old forests full of fairies, magic, creatures, wilderness, and the most diverse herbal flora in the world to create concrete forest floors with concrete, recycled materials, and glass Redwoods, reaching high into the sky to house the most diverse cultures known to man in one location. Each step you take in this city is on the floor of Pachamama. Maybe on the East coast we forget because Nature doesn’t loom over us to make us feel small, but what is the sky? What are the plants? What are we? Aren’t we worth the chance to allow bio-diversity in all walks of life?
BE YOUR TRUTH. BE THE LIGHT. YOU ARE A BEACON. LIVE IN LOVE AND COMPASSION. THIS IS HOW WE CHANGE THE WORLD!
~April
