There are many native dieties, all found in every part of nature. everything is tied together and nature is supreme. Here in the northwest, the raven is the first human and shaman and created the world by breaking open a clamshell and finding the first humans inside. I wouldn't say that the missionaries converted all of us, I still practice native inspired things in all of my work and feel that as a big part of me. I know that crow incense contains dark mint which used to grow all around a place we had here in washington.
you can store and suck spirits out of pourous rock
sweetgrass is the salvia of the soul chakra, meaning that it lifts up your soul off of your head as as an antagonist. just as salvia divinorum/mexican mint is an opiate receptor antagonist and holds up the opiate receptors rather than pulling them down, which is relaxing.
in south america, the native religion holds that the only thing that is truly real is what happens during the yage experience . I have found the same to be true of all serotonin based psychedelics such as also mushrooms and acid. finding the true self ( a main tenant of buddhism) and dreamtime (austrailian religion) only truly happens with the psychedelics.
there is a function of many plants, such as some english plants oak, scotch broom, a white resin incense in a common blend, and a certain wood mushroom I found, as well as many other plants, that have the principle of nature receptivity and help you tune into nature and become a part of it. it can be told in the carrier wave found when eating a plant, just as dmt/yage is said to have a carrier wave during an intense trip. I could bet that medicine bundles undoubtably included some strange stuff. I am part plains indian and it is said in the Makah museum on the tip of the peninsula in washington that the plains indians were the plant runners. I also talked to the Quinalt chief and he said that their trading shells had been found back in nebraska, where my Blackfoot family is from. weird eh?
I have seen a thousand thousand civilizations rise and fall upon the Mother of All Things. As pipes play, echoing off the mountains and across the Ocean, until it fades at the edge of time, the end of All... - book of the gate called pan
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