Fun With Bill and Wendy and The Devil's Yoga

Come to think of it, everything manifested in this life is a form of conjuring.  This building I'm in, the office, getting through law school, the sign that says "Freddy's Steakburgers."  Now I know there are many people doing all sorts of shamanic drugs trying to find their vision and conjuring this and that.  But its all right in front of them.  Or is it?  Is the work on this material plane so to speak, different than the work in the drug induced haze?

And of course there was a shaman addicted to pornography that allegedly was a sexual predator involved with the ayahuasca at Rhythmia while I was there..  And it might be him that is the dispassionate gatekeeper that I see in my drug induced haze.

But enough of that.  I was reprogrammed in Wisconsin over the weekend.  And I do feel connected to all this landscape around me.  And not separate.

Now for the dreams:

I was with a group of men that were armed and shooting at each other in some sort of deadly game. I did not have a gun because I represented pure Yage somehow.  Of course, the sexual predator I referred to above was associated with serving Yage as well.  He was also involved in this dream, I was at his house.  But I don't remember in the dream what happened there.  

But the shooting was real.  And even though I was pure Yage, I do not know if that protected me or not.  The group kept getting smaller.  We were running in and out of forests.  They were after something, it might have been me, it might have been something else.  I don't remember. This dream was definitely in relation to the Devil's Yoga book. 

Then I was playing on a baseball team.  As a player and as a coach.  There was a racial disturbance.  I was white, then I was the older black manager.  I remember something to do with the younger black players upset about vanilla ice cream, and something about black ice cream.  And me as the older black manager turning to the white manager who was also me saying, "this is not something that I can relate to."  I was the white manager talking to a white slugger who was also kind of dwarfish.  I am not exactly sure what was going to happen, but he was gong to help a child who was ill.