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The Consciousness of Nature

Consciousness of Nature

Article by Ralph Miller

The author of the book "Cosmic Serpent", Jeremy Narby, asked indigenous tribal people how they were able to first brew Ayahuasca. He was amazed that tribal people who had no information about botany or microbiology could select just two plants out of 70,000 plants in the Amazon; so he asked them, "How did you know which plants to use?" "The plants told us", they replied. The spirit of nature that is in all things is sentient. Plants and nature have a collective consciousness and intention that is beyond anything we can understand. It is beyond the scope of human mind.

One of the things that is currently happening with the sacred plant medicine called Ayahuasca, is that it is reaching out to humans, in order to heal them and make them whole. It is reaching out to help humans 'come across' to a whole new evolution. I just started reading Sting's new autobiography entitled, Broken Music and was amazed to find that chapter one contained a very detailed and beautiful account of his experience with Ayahuasca in Brazil.

Shadow: The Hidden Self

Shadow: The Hidden Self

Shadow: The Hidden Self

by Ralph Miller

Steven King, in an interview, was once asked about the source of his inspiration for all of his lurid tales. The article was really very enlightening, and his response to the question has always stayed with me. He responded by talking about the wolf hour. He described the wolf hour as the times when you wake up in the middle of the night with an absolute chilling feeling of being alone.

When you have a true sense of your complete aloneness; you are almost always confronted with death itself.

You would love to wake your wife, partner, girlfriend who is sleeping soundly next to you, but you don't; or if you live alone you would love to call your best friend on the phone. Just as that thought comes into your head, you are looking at the clock radio as it flips over to 4:17am (can't call George this early …), and the cold of your loneliness (death?) brings a new rebounding wave of its chill.

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