A soul, eternally, light, colors, medium, age, life, water, soil, wood, grains in time, often, I’m finding myself staring into space, with the only physical manifestation in front of me is a tree or a ceiling. Right now it’s a window, open to more trees. Nature seems to guide me forward to follow whatever path that delights in my footwork. Many times I found myself to be the only human alive to step into certain spaces of the mind. This is sometimes evident in the manifestation of, ”No one else has seen this” or “People don’t talk about this” or best yet “they can’t handle that dimension you speak of.” Most of this I’m not sure what to do with other than continue to create and meld symbolism into my work, beginning to clarify more and more. This led me to step into the purpose of making the abstract more realistic. Expressionistic-Impressionistic-abstract-realism, I suppose this could be the definition of visionary art. There are those catalysts that give one more of a sense of purpose by bridging the infinite gaps between concepts such as: What we see and how we feel emotionally, the difference between our consciousness and the mind, where we are, where we’re going, the chain of life, the chain of being, the past, the present, the future, the understanding of one’s place in society, our place in the universe, the desire to help, the desire to better oneself, and I so on and so forth into other opposing riddles of human and universal existence. I believe these catalysts to be of primal nature, and vital to what these concepts are, in and of themselves. They weave themselves into all living things and universal creation, seemingly subtly, yet, when I try pointing to anything, I soon discover it’s actually the marrow of this thing we’re attempting to describe. It’s the core of everything, the same as the bones inside my body and the wood inside a tree, and the currents of the oceans. Many prime examples of this force of existence show themselves through the way they affect evolution and consciousness. These include and are not limited to: Ideas, the dreaming state, the psychedelic state, the entheogenic substances themselves, visionary states of any kind, the evolution of plant species, the evolution of animals, the evidence of geometry in nature, the effect of the moon on our body’s chemistry, the tides, the periodic table of elements, spiritual practices, and every religion. We are all one and God loves us and everything infinitely.
A musician, artist, painter, drummer, photographer, music nerd/collector, gardener, vinyl enthusiast, adventurist, hiker, writer, swimmer, biker, and yogi. Born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, May 1st, 1998, and raised in Fairbanks, Alaska for 19 years. Parents separated when I was about 8 years old. My mother and step-father raised me and my only sibling, a brother 3 years older. I struggled through much of this lifestyle in Alaska, never really sure of what my purpose was, and wasn’t able to do what I wanted to do the most, be a great musician. In May of 2017, my brother and I moved out of Alaska to Tucson, Arizona. In the first couple of years, we stayed with our father, who is a professor at the University of Arizona. I was always a slower child growing up. This was even more prevalent after being tested and diagnosed with attention deficit disorder (ADD). I hadn’t realized what that meant at that age, though later on, it took a bit of a toll on my self-esteem. That idea that there may be something wrong with me, and that I’m not achieving like everyone else, really limited my mindset and goal making. In fact, I was below average all through elementary and high school. Laziness and procrastination are the two major hurdles I’ve had to overcome. Both were partly the result of that rejection of uniqueness and mental condition. Another aspect of myself that I hadn’t realized was that when I did focus on something, anything, and spent the time to finish it, whatever it was, turned out fantastic. In many cases, I could achieve far above the rest of my class in school when I just focused my mind. It was in focusing that mind and attention where I discovered the areas of life I was passionate about, such as music, art, cooking, traveling, photography, and using computers. The last few years of my life have been extraordinary. I managed to collect a large selection of tasteful music on cd and vinyl. Then I experimented with psychedelics for the first time. On my 21st birthday we bar-hopped around till 2 am. Swimming in the ocean losing my glasses under the waves. Totally forgot to take them off my face. I had been working as a dishwasher at this bakery and cafe called Beyond Bread. Cleaned a thousand dishes and made hundreds of sandwiches. Discovered a liking to yoga practices. Discovered Whim Hof and the breathing method he developed. Planted, watered, and grew many different types of plant species. Developed my gift as an artist in a matter of days. Jammed on a drum kit 10 piece that was so powerful, so good. Played and sang songs that led to my heart. Drove to the top of Mt Lemmon several times just for nature, scenery, and fresh air. Psychedelics had come into my awareness through music many years ago in middle school. Then, in different ways they came to me and changed my life. My first time, in 2020, I was 22. This was a year of experimentation and discovery. I first tried DMT smoked on pipe tobacco. I’d experimented with cannabis many times and DMT felt like just another level of being high. Just one big hit that I was unable to hold because of the tobacco. Not the best way of smoking it. Vivid geometric shapes and colors drifting around my field of vision. Some day I would like to try it again and get the full three hits where you hold it in. After some time I suppose this could happen. Mushrooms were the next part of my psychedelic journey. These were the beginning of my discovery within human consciousness. The very first time I took them I was watching Adventure Time. Then we were siting looking for something to watch and it was too much for me. So I went to lay down in my room. An absolutely beautiful experience took shape. It was as if my mind was getting stretched out at first. A very high level of dopamine took the experience to its next level. Unknowingly I was actually leaving my perception of reality as the psilocybin did its work. I put on the shuffle of my music and found myself in the planes of the sounds. Rolling over and finding the quilt my mother made me and felt a peace.
Then we planned a trip up atop Mount Lemmon north of Tucson, AZ.
Meditations on original experiences:
Sick.
The uncomfort confusion
Dakota here now.
Abstract intention allows many
Many others to make and input.
All having some kind of effect
Effect on the life trajectory
Trajectory of the mushroom.
If the pressure wasn’t enough
and altitude increasing numb
The Chancellor and Carrey play
Created the insurmountable rebound
Mt Lemmon atop at Spencer.
None had the pay.
Unknowing witnesses
The beings began their work
Working on the mind protection
Increasing every thought.
Expansion through eyes.
Seeing open and shut
Hey what’s that‽
Twisting light body.
Manifesting as a tree trunk
Humanity gathering in their.
Pods around warmth…
Discuss the details within
Giant walking over ground
Interwoven through death and creation.
Life without desire
Another party with music.
Talking with laughter and curiosity
Hilarious that sound and voice.
Not enough atmospheric
Fule for the fire.
This one works just fine
Rebirth in laughter.
All was well.
Ego happy with results
A hump of suffering over.
Stronger within and spirit.