Graham Hancock discusses the magical and beneficiary effects of ayahuasca. My 2cnd channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/Chazapps?feature=mhee
A nice commentary on Ayahuasca.
Nestlé CEO Peter Brabeck speaking about the company, genetically modified food and the politically “extreme” idea of free drinking water. Again reality unfor…
This man, CEO of Nestle, believes that water should be considered a food stuff. It should be regulated, taxed and marketed. Another peg on the board for a dystopian future. The ground work is all laid out and most are content enough to sit back and watch compassion-less business men dictate a value system that is long gone.
Good news. You don’t need to be half insane to be part of a revolution. You just need allows these injustices into your heart, feel that anger and turn it back with compassion and transformational effort.
Boycott. It’s that simple.
Juan Flores’ icaro.
Maestro Flores is a curandero in Peru, administering ayahuasca and other plant brews to those who seek the healing methods of the people of the Amazon. Icaros are sung in ayahuasca ceremonies to ground and guide the participants.
Roughly a year ago a man asked me to buy him gas, as his car was empty and he had no cash on him or money in his bank account. I put fifteen dollars into his tank and he was very grateful. He gave me his phone number and told me he would pay me back, which I did not expect but I did not care; I had done a good deed and I was happy with that.
His phone entry was titled “Gas!” and when I would occasionally flip through my contacts list I would smile and wonder if this man ever had intentions of paying me back, if he just forgot or if he was actually just a con man, not that it really mattered. I liked the idea of having a stranger’s number in my phone; someone I could call on, a life I could enter from out of no where, I could pretend to be a ghost!
Clicking through my numbers I came upon “Gas!”. Tonight was the night I would call. I did not have a plan but I was confident my improvisation would be perfect. No answer, so I left a message:
Gas……………….Gas…………………..Gas……………………………….(click)
I was a gasoline ghost.
Happy with my performance I prepared for a shower.
BUZZZZ
I leaned over the phone, it was “Gas!”. I answered.
(This is how I remember it)
Hello?
Hello?
Hey, how are you?
Who is this?
Did you get my message?
No.
You should check the message, it’s a good one.
Who is this?
(Silence on my end)
Hello?
I did not know what to do at this point, I was stuck. Was I still a ghost or was I going to tell the truth?
I then explained to him who I was, that I kept his number. Staying with the ghostly vibe I told him it was his duty to pay for another persons gas now. I could imagine myself, bound in chains, a poltergeist, wailing above his bed.
He said he would call me tomorrow, exactly what he said when I bought him the gas in the first place. I said it was fine, just buy someone else gas.
Maybe I’ll check in on him in another year.
