Unlocking the sensory gateway, Tech bro tarot, and snippets from a psychedelic journey
Better this than selfies
GHOST AUDIO TO COME
I am working on transferring old audio files from tape recordings so I can share with you ghost audio from my ghost hunting days, but my technology is not backwards compatible, so I am practicing patience while I gather what I need.
Other things brewing in my mind are:
Wishing I could write and speak in Prophetic Perfect Tense
Thinking about how Pontius Pilate’s wife was named Claudia
Trying to connect with whale consciousness
UNLOCKING THE SENSORY GATEWAY
From Inverse:
In a study published earlier this year in the journal Cell Reports, neuroscientists reveal the location of the brain’s consciousness filter — a region the paper’s authors call a “gateway” to consciousness.
“The findings reveal a gateway in the cortex where sensory information has to pass through in order to reach its destination (conscious access),” co-author Zirui Huang told Inverse at the time. Huang is a research investigator at the University of Michigan Medical School.
How I unlock the sensory gateway:
Sometimes when I’m out hiking with Pablo I try to unlock the gateway and all at once I feel the ground beneath my boots, hear the birds chirping and scurrying, I gulp at the air so I can both taste and smell the fresh woodiness, and I expand my vision as wide as possible so I can swallow up the sky.
TAROT FOR TECH BRO WITCHES
I don’t know why this is necessary, but an engineer at Stripe made a tech-themed tarot deck. The title for my next small book is Men Magic, this seems in the spirit of that. Here’s what the cards have in store for me today:
I used to keep the 9 of pentacles by my bed when I was living below the poverty line in Oakland. Ten+ years later, I have my own garden and peace of mind, and this card will always remind me of wishes and hope.
Here’s a really devastating card reading from that time:
SNIPPETS FROM PSYCHEDELIC JOURNEYS
Last weekend I went on my sixth guided journey in the past year. There have only been benefits to psilocybin-assisted therapy for me — more mental flexibility, emotional resiliency, creativity, and greater memory recall. I feel more intelligent, intuitive and inspired.
With that said, it is an ongoing process trying to absorb and integrate what my psyche reveals to me. A lot of that I share on my blog: claudiadawson.blog, as well as snippets here.
Here are a list of places the shrooms, or as my guide calls them, the little children, have taken me to:
Sacred Chapel of Mirrors
My grandmother’s blue Temple of Suffering
The Ascended Men Masters’ giant purple bird cage in the sky
The Dimension of Play
My Bloody, Muddy Mothers’ burial ground inside of me
The Temple of Time
In my most recent journey, I found myself in a Pixar-esque pueblo in Mexico where a giant piñata ballooned until it burst open with Mexican candies and toys and fiesta decorations. Everything was piling up on top of me. I felt suffocated. I couldn’t speak and my guide, not knowing what I was experiencing, intuitively helped me breathe through it until I broke through the barrier of identity and found myself with nothing. From there, the journey continued into multiple dimensions and outside of time.
The integration continues.
Speaking of which, I’ll be in Morelia, Michoacán next week visiting with my grandmother Guadalupe. Here’s to not getting crushed by the giant Piñata of Culture!
