1.3 2020-03-09 Ohm Namae

This is a brief text I wrote on the Flixbus from Amsterdam to Berlin, after taking some plant medicine (psilocybin), and discover how much of f*cking talking monkeys we are; how we like to be cuenti-cantinelas22; and how wide and infinite is the knowledge held in ancient religions and traditions.

Understand me as much as you can…

2020-03-09

23.19

Lo saben todo. Lo saben todo.

No lo sé. No lo sé, no lo sé, no lo sé.

Ya está, ya está, ya está, ya está.

Mi camiseta de tirantes huele a cacao, a cocoa.

No se nada. No se andar. No sé hablar, no se escribir. No sé nada.

Ohm Namae Shivayae.

Give it to nature because nature receives it it all. All all. all. Give it to her. Ohm Pachamama. Love love love love love.

Ohm Pachamama.

Love, love.

Pranayama, pranayama. Because they know it all. Ohm ohm.

Fractales de colores. De colores, de colores, de colores. Se viene de colores.

Ohm shivaya. And talk with the snakes.

Give and take, give and take, give and take.

Gift, gift, gift, gift, gift.

Give and take, give and take.

Make it circle, make it circle.

Ohm namae, namae.

Infinity and eternity.

The now is always here. Don’t worry much about it.

Always, always, always, always.

Experience to be able to communicate.

Only communicate what you experience.

Avoid communicate when you experience.

Comunnication avoids expirience.

My curse.

For the apple, for this life, and for this reencarnation.

La lanza de Jesus en el costado por una civilización descreyente.

My prayings, my prayings, my prayings to you all.

Coming back and landing, coming back, coming back, coming back.

Asolidaje en la tierra. Asolidaje.

Por Ra, por Ra, por Ra.

Herido de ciivilización.

Todo, todo, todo, todo. Todo está dentro de tí.

Hasta que cantes mantras en Amsterdam, y te dejen cantar mantras en Amsterdam.

Fuck rules. Fuck rules.

Lo saben todo, lo saben todo.

Time to tantra.

From right to left: the artificial fur of my North Face coat that cought fire two days after I bought it in Copenhaghen (2014, check letters); the metal bottle of water that A. the frutarian gave me as a gift on Amsterdam (2020); a microphone tripod that I use to put my phone when I film myself dancing; a coconut cup from the cocoa ceremony at [Odessa Amsterdam](https://www.odessa.amsterdam/); inside the coconut cup, a worn-out, almost transparent sleeveless shirt I took in my trip to New York City with M. (2013).

Figure 1.20: From right to left: the artificial fur of my North Face coat that cought fire two days after I bought it in Copenhaghen (2014, check letters); the metal bottle of water that A. the frutarian gave me as a gift on Amsterdam (2020); a microphone tripod that I use to put my phone when I film myself dancing; a coconut cup from the cocoa ceremony at Odessa Amsterdam; inside the coconut cup, a worn-out, almost transparent sleeveless shirt I took in my trip to New York City with M. (2013).

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