After 50 years of disappointment, of fighting the idea that magical realms such as Narnia don’t exist, because that’s what my Dad told me, I am standing magically and miraculously on it’s doorstep. I can see a myriad wardrobe doors creak open a sliver in this enchanted woodland, and numerous little hands of nature reach out to beckon me forward.
I have held the vision of living under the eaves of a woodland, so close to nature that I experience myself as an intrinsic part of this wooded web, most of my life but without really thinking much about it until the last year. After an extraordinary week of immersion at an ayahuasca retreat in the Amazon jungle in May 2015 my heart has distinctly yearned for this… and within a short while of being back in the UK I found myself committing to four months off grid in a Mongolian yurt in the wettest winter on record in the wilds of Wales. I fell in love with the valley, the hills, the trees, the wildlife as well as the dark but it was not a permanent option for a number of reasons. Then as if by magic, once I knew exactly what I’d love, I found it! I’m here for the forseeable future on the edge of a two acre enchanted woodland having conversations with tree spirits, smiling in the night at the occasional flash of a fairy light, and being mind-blown by the rapture of blue which paints itself across the woods as I bounce my way to fitness on the trampoline.
It got me to thinking.
Is love the key to unlocking or own brains DMT? What if we can access the most extraordinarily profound and magical depths to existence without having to vomit our guts up on ayahuasca retreats, knock back the ‘breakfast of champions’ as the Wachuma potion is called or dance until our noses bleed to the ancient rhythm of drums? What if these are simply clarion calls to offer us a temporary portal until we activate our own source of DMT? And perhaps that key to activation is only a love-vibe away.
I don’t mean we’ll live in a never-ending psychedelic romp but that the epiphanies we receive from those visionary experiences become a normal part of our every day inner landscape. When we live ‘in love’ with the world around us we recognise our true place on this planet. We are no better than anything else here but we are unique. We may be the only creatures which have hand and imagination co-ordination. We create stories, we create links and we create meaning. With that we can destroy humanity and take plenty of others in the animal kingdom with us, or we can create paradise working in collaboration with nature in our own brilliant way.
The truth of our hearts is love. Love is the vital force which brings our imagination to life. And when we follow our hearts, come what may, we tap in to that collaborative essence of nature, and we discover that nothing is impossible.
Can you imagine what our world could be like if every single one of us unlocked our hearts and radiated our individual uniqueness and passion? What a world wide web of wonder we’d weave!Share